<h4>Chapter 58: Chapter 53: Sorry, I Have Mysophobia</h4>
The indifference and estrangement engraved in his bones weren’t concealed in the slightest, as if Rong Cheng was nonexistent to him.
When Bao Ye remained silent, he became especially frightening, and the surrounding air instantly cooled down.
Just standing there, he exuded immense deterrence; the aura of someone in power is not something just anyone can possess.
The cutting sharpness and the innate kingly presence made anyone looking at him feelpelled to fear.
Rong Cheng’s hand paused in mid-air for a long time, his entire being couldn’t be more embarrassed.
After a while, a chilly male voice was heard: "Sorry, I’m a bit of a neat freak."
Rong Cheng’s face instantly looked worse.
That remark clearly implied he was dirty.
Beside him, Mayor Zou noticed his displeasure and said with a smile, "Xiao Rong, that’s just his temperament. Don’t take it to heart."
Rong Cheng immediately brightened: "How could I, Mayor? Everyone has their own habits, it’s understandable."
Rong Cheng smiled apologetically: "Mayor and Mr. Bao, howe you are here? What a coincidence, do you know the director?"
Mayor Zou smiled slightly and slowly said: "Director Zhang is an old friend of mine, I just happened to meet him outside."
"We won’t be a bother to you, will we?"
"Not at all, not at all." Rong Cheng’s eyes squinted with his smile, ttering, "Having a meal with Mayor Zou and Mr. Bao is an honor for me, Rong Cheng."
When ites to tterery, no one is more skilled than Rong Cheng.
"Mayor Zou, you’re looking very well recently, seems like you’ve aged backward a decade."
Mayor Zouughed heartily: "Don’t joke like that, at my age, how can one age backward that much."
"I’m being serious."
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On the other side, Li Xin stared at Bao Ye intensely, the culprit who ruined her entire family, her nails digging into her flesh.
It was he who caused her to be how she is now, from a wealthy heiress.
Made her rely on apanying the old man Rong Cheng to earn money.
Bao Ye, Bao Ye!
Li Xin dreamed of eating his flesh, drinking his blood.
Rong Cheng was enthusiastically chatting with Mayor Zou.
Bao Ye walked straight ahead, his dark eyes nced at the private room, then looked at the director.
The man, with a tall build, exuded invisible pressure, his crimson thin lips giving a semnce of a smile: "Director Zhang wouldn’t mind adding a chair for me and Mayor Zou, would you?"
Upon hearing this, the director hurriedly had someone arrange it.
Soon, the waiter came in with chairs and cutlery.
The director arranged for everyone to move ces, and naturally everyone cooperated.
After all, these two individuals, no matter which one, are prominent figures in Beijing.
Stepping anywhere, the sky might waver.
But whether intentionally or not, after some shifting, the two chairs ended up beside Jiang Ruan.
Right next to her right?
Jiang Ruan blinked, looked up at Director Zhang, still a bit dazed—was this really a coincidence?
However, in the next second, the suited man walked directly over and sat right beside her.
The whole procedure was simply smooth like flowing water.
Needless to say, it seemed very natural.
Jiang Ruan: "!!!"
Turning her head, she happened to meet Bao Ye’s gaze, their eyes met, collided with his abyss-like ck eyes, unable to hit bottom, Jiang Ruan’s breathing involuntarily paused.
The baffled gaze seemed to ask.
Why are you here.
How could you be here.
Yet more than anything, there was delight, as if a person suffering in a fiery pit was suddenly pulled out, gaining freedom.
Jiang Ruan’s eyes were stinging, the fury from Rong Cheng’s public humiliation earlier suddenly dissipated.
The unique scent of the man’s cologne reached her nose, soothing her spirit invisibly, and Jiang Ruan’s heart instantly calmed down.
As if with him there, she feared nothing.