Chapter 211 Can You Handle It?

Half an hour later, at Chun Yuan Restaurant.

Bo Jinyan got out of the car, leaned against the side, lit a cigarette, and stared intently at the person inside the floor-to-ceiling window.

Sang Ruo and the strange man were sitting face to face on the first floor by the window.

The two chatted happily, creating a harmonious and joyful atmosphere, much like a couple deeply in love.

"Zhang Ye".

Bo Jinyan flicked the ash from his cigarette and softly called to Zhang Ye, who was still in the driver's seat.

Upon hearing the sound, Zhang Ye quickly got out of the driver's seat: "Mr. Bo, is there anything you need?"

"Go home first! Leave the car keys with you, I'll drive it away myself later."

Zhang Ye paused for a moment, but still handed over the car keys with both hands: "Okay, Mr. Bo."

After taking the car keys, Bo Jinyan remained seated at the front of the car, his gaze never leaving Sang Ruo.

This scene had already been observed by Zhang Ye.

In his memory, although Mr. Bo usually seemed cold and aloof, he rarely had such a low-key mood.

To be precise, today's cold is completely different from the cold of other days.

Zhang Ye didn't dare linger any longer and quickly turned and left.

After finishing a cigarette, Bo Jinyan took out his phone from his pocket and dialed Sang Ruo's number.

Inside the restaurant at this moment.

Sang Ruo's phone, which was on the table, suddenly rang.

When she saw the note on the screen, the hand holding the chopsticks paused for a moment involuntarily.

Shen Qingzhuo, sitting opposite her, noticed that something was wrong with her.

He asked curiously, "What's wrong? Who called?"

"It's okay, you eat first, I'll go answer this call."

"good."

After Sang Ruo got up, she walked to the restaurant's corridor. The phone was still ringing, and the call kept going on.

She cleared her throat and finally answered the phone.

The moment he put the phone to his ear, Bo Jinyan's extremely deep voice came through: "Where are you?"

Sang Ruo's hand holding the phone suddenly paused for a moment.

A vague unease suddenly welled up in my heart.

For a fleeting second, I even wondered if that man was nearby.

Sang Ruo was worried that he was nearby, so she didn't dare to lie: "I was having dinner with friends at a restaurant when Mr. Bo suddenly called me. Is there something wrong?"

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.

After a long silence, Bo Jinyan's voice finally came from the phone: "I haven't contacted you for a few days, so I called to ask."

Sang Ruo tried to ease the tension with a laugh: "I thought Mr. Bo had called specifically to check up on me!"

"If that's how you interpret it, it's not entirely wrong." Bo Jinyan's voice was gloomy: "So, was the friend who had dinner with our Miss Sang male or female?"

Sang Ruo's heart inexplicably began to feel chaotic.

For some reason, I just didn't want to tell him that I was having dinner with a male friend.

Given Bo Jinyan's possessiveness, if he knew she was having dinner with a male friend, he would probably interrogate her relentlessly.

"A woman."

Sang Ruo blurted it out without hesitation.

Her voice had barely faded when a low, husky laugh came from the other end: "A woman, huh..."

Sang Ruo could always sense a strong sense of danger in his voice.

But it was impossible to pinpoint the source of this dangerous aura.

"Okay, I'm going back to eat now. If there's nothing else, I'll hang up now."

Sang Ruo hung up the phone quickly before the other party could respond.

She quickly turned off her phone; the inexplicable guilt made it impossible for her to continue facing that man.

Back at the table, Shen Qingzhuo continued chatting with her casually, occasionally serving her food, as considerate as ever.

After dinner, Sang Ruo and Shen Qingzhuo walked side by side to the parking lot.

Just as they arrived at the car, they were surprised to see a tall figure leaning against the Maybach next door.

The man leaned against the hood of the car, a cigarette between his fingers, puffing out smoke as he tilted his head to look at her, his gaze deep and intense.

The moment Sang Ruo saw him, she involuntarily stopped in her tracks for a second.

This damn intuition is as accurate as ever.

But ironically, she had just lied to him...

Shen Qingzhuo seemed to notice the two of them looking at each other and looked at Sang Ruo with some curiosity: "Sister Ruo, is this someone you know?"

"Okay." Sang Ruo quickly turned her head to look at Shen Qingzhuo beside her: "Qingzhuo, I have something to talk to him about, you should go back first!"

"But you didn't drive here today, how are you going to get back later? Or I can wait for you for a bit..."

"No need." Sang Ruo waved her hand subconsciously: "I can take a taxi back in a bit."

There was a hint of disarray in her voice.

Although he tried his best to restrain himself, the observant Shen Qingzhuo still caught it.

He quickly raised his eyes, glanced at the man opposite him, and then looked back at Sang Ruo. He could clearly sense that something was off between the two of them.

Moreover, this man looked familiar; I felt like I'd seen him in some financial news article, but I couldn't quite place his name.

The way he looked at Sister Ruo was hardly innocent.

This person's demeanor strongly resembled that of someone waiting for their girlfriend...

But Sang Ruo just said that she is going through divorce proceedings, and her ex-husband had seen her photo and she doesn't look like that.

"A little drink..."

Sang Ruo called his name softly again.

After regaining her composure, Shen Qingzhu smiled faintly and said, "Okay, then I'll head back now."

After Shen Qingzhuo drove away in the Cullinan, Sang Ruo finally focused her gaze back on Bo Jinyan's face.

Bo Jinyan flicked the ash from his cigarette and said in a deep voice, "Miss Sang, is this the 'female friend' you're talking about?"

She walked over step by step, looking at him with a dark expression: "You followed me? And you even tried to trick me into telling you things? What do you mean by that?"

When Bo Jinyan saw the slightly annoyed look on her face, he suddenly chuckled softly.

After a moment, he finally spoke, "Why are you in such a hurry to send him away? Aren't you going to introduce him? He looks younger than you, doesn't he? Is he too young and impetuous for Miss Sang to handle?"

Sang Ruo looked at him with some annoyance.

Not only did he not respond to her, but he also said so many ambiguous things.

She really couldn't figure out what he wanted to do.

But his behavior today really annoyed her.

She went along with him and said bluntly, "If I can handle a man like Mr. Bo, what about other men?"