Chapter 178 The Jade Guanyin hasn't been sent out yet.

Upon hearing the noise behind him, Bo Jinzhou subconsciously turned around and looked behind him.

When she saw the man walk in, a look of shock flashed in her eyes: "Uncle? What brings you here?"

Bo Jinyan strode forward, yanked Bo Jinzhou aside, and his gaze turned icy: "With the door wide open, you dare to do this to her? Are you crazy?"

Sang Ruo quickly got up from the treatment bed, her eyes red as she looked at the two people in front of her.

For some reason, the moment she saw Bo Jinyan, a strange sense of grievance welled up in her heart and lingered for a long time.

Bo Jinzhou tried to explain: "I didn't intend to do anything to her..."

"Let's go right away."

Bo Jinyan growled, his eyes growing increasingly cold and sinister.

After meeting his gaze, Bo Jinzhou suddenly stopped talking and left angrily.

As I reached the door, I suddenly realized something and involuntarily stopped in my tracks.

They're husband and wife, so what's wrong with doing something? Why should I explain it to him?

When she turned around and met Bo Jinyan's still chilling gaze, she ultimately said nothing more.

"Bang--"

A loud slamming sound came from outside the clinic's main entrance.

Bo Jinyan walked to the door and closed the door to the treatment room.

Looking back, I saw that Sang Ruo had already turned her back and was fiddling with the medical instruments in her hands.

"You have such a big heart. One second you're being bullied by your ex-husband, and the next second you're packing your things without a care in the world."

The man strode over, sat on the medical bed, and then took out a cigarette.

After lighting it, he took a drag of his cigarette and turned to look at her.

“He just wanted to see the scar on my back.” Sang Ruo’s hand, which was tidying up the cupping jars, paused, but she never looked up. “He probably sent someone to investigate my time in prison and found out about the scar on my back, so he came here specifically to confirm it.”

"You're getting a divorce anyway, why come here to confirm all this?" Bo Jinyan suddenly chuckled softly, "You still have feelings for me?"

Sang Ruo raised her eyelids and glanced at him indifferently.

The man flicked the ash from his cigarette, smoke swirling around his handsome face, his smile captivating.

Sang Ruo didn't respond to him, but instead reached out and snatched the cigarette from his lips: "There's a no-smoking sign at the door, didn't Mr. Bo see it?"

“Every time I come, my attention is completely on you; I can't see anything else…”

Upon hearing his words, Sang Ruo felt as if her heart had stopped beating, and her upper eyelashes fluttered incessantly.

Bo Jinyan took the cigarette from her hand, threw it on the ground, and stomped it out.

The next second, he suddenly stood up and hugged her tightly.

His large right palm reached directly into his clothes and touched the scar on his back.

Impartial and precise in its execution.

It seemed he had noticed the scar on her face long ago, but had never asked about it.

When the man's warm palm roughly touched her cold back, her body involuntarily trembled.

"Mr. Bo..."

Sang Ruo swallowed unconsciously and looked up at the man's face.

Bo Jinyan looked down at her, a hint of heartache in his eyes: "I've always wanted to ask how you got that scar, but I was afraid of touching on your painful past, so I never dared to ask."

I thought he didn't care at all...

So it was because they were afraid that she would be saddened by thinking about the past?

Seeing that she remained silent, Bo Jinyan suddenly pulled his hand away and then let her go: "If you don't want to talk about it, that's fine."

Sang Ruo turned around and continued tidying up the fire pots.

After a long silence, she replied softly, "I was scalded by a female prisoner with boiling water while taking a bath. Because I didn't get medicine in time, I was left with a scar."

The wound ached for days and nights, and she even had a persistent high fever. It was only after Song Yuanshan brought her medicine that her condition gradually improved.

"Does it hurt a lot?"

Bo Jinyan looked up at her, a hint of heartache in his eyes.

Sang Ruo forced a smile, then suddenly smiled faintly: "It's all in the past, I don't remember it."

Her tone was extremely cold, yet the man beside her heard a hint of bitter helplessness.

He suddenly stood up, came up behind her, and gently hugged her.

Sang Ruo, who was wiping the cupping jars, involuntarily stopped, her back stiffening for a moment.

Bo Jinyan leaned down slightly and moved closer without hesitation.

He kissed her scar through her thin clothes.

In that instant, Sang Ruo's heart began to pound wildly again.

My feelings at this moment are so complex that they are hard to describe.

For a fleeting second, she even wondered if Bo Jinyan might actually like her a little.

But then I thought about it again and realized it was really absurd.

How could a man at the top of the pyramid, who has everything he wants and lives a life of power and influence, possibly be moved by her?

"You won't have to suffer like this anymore."

Bo Jinyan straightened his back and suddenly leaned close to her ear from behind, speaking in an extremely gentle voice.

After he finished speaking, he gave her earlobe a tender kiss.

Sang Ruo felt as if an electric current was coursing through her body, causing her legs to inexplicably weaken.

She quickly turned around and changed the subject: "Why did you suddenly come here?"

"Just passing by, thought I'd drop in to see you." Bo Jinyan sat down on the treatment bed again: "When is Fang Gan leaving?"

"I don't know, I haven't heard about it yet." Sang Ruo lowered her eyes curiously: "Why are you suddenly asking about this?"

"I haven't seen Linlin in a long time. I want to go see her. If Fang Gan is here, I'm afraid we might not be able to resist the urge to fight."

The man's tone was extremely serious.

Sang Ruo: "..."

She looked at him helplessly, feeling both amused and exasperated.

"Miss Sang, you can't possibly not realize that he's interested in you, can you?"

Sang Ruo didn't want to dwell on these topics any longer: "Alright, you should go home now! I should be leaving soon too."

"Have you forgotten you still owe me a meal?" Bo Jinyan held her hand. "There's no time like the present, let's do it today?"

Without even thinking, Sang Ruo decisively refused: "Not today, maybe next time!"

The man raised his upper eyelids, his expression puzzled, and asked, "The reason?"

I'm in a bad mood today.

Bo Jinyan smiled without saying a word, giving her a nonchalant look that said, "You're in charge."

When Sang Ruo got home, it was already past seven o'clock in the evening.

Fang Gan hasn't returned yet, but Chen Anni has already had dinner with Song Linlin.

After warming up the food for her, Chen Anni sat down with her at the table.

Do you want to eat something else?

Sang Ruo looked up at Chen Anni across from her, a faint smile appearing in her eyes.

"I'm not eating anymore." Chen Anni suddenly leaned closer: "Actually, I have something to tell you."

Looking at her serious expression, Sang Ruo's eyes lit up with curiosity: "What's wrong? What do you want to tell me?"