Chapter 142 Clearing the Wrongful Conviction
Sang Ruo coldly curled her lips, her face full of mockery.
She shook her head, quickly took off her clothes, and got into the bathtub.
When Bo Jinyan came out of the shower, he was standing on the balcony making a phone call, his voice unusually soft.
Just by hearing his voice, she knew who he was calling.
If I'm not mistaken, it was Fang Jiayu who called him.
The man glanced back at her, deliberately lowered his voice, and said into the phone, "Aren't you feeling unwell? It's getting late, you should get some rest!"
Hearing this, Sang Ruo became even more certain of her own thoughts.
He was on the phone with Fang Jiayu.
A feeling of resentment and anger instantly filled her heart and lingered for a long time.
Finally, she angrily reached out and turned off both lamps by the bedside, plunging the room into complete darkness.
She pulled back the covers and lay down on the bed, then turned over so that her back was facing the balcony.
Soon after, she heard a man's footsteps coming from the balcony.
Then a figure caught her eye.
Bo Jinyan lay on the sofa, holding the bedding, and looked into her eyes.
Even though the surrounding light was dim, Sang Ruo could still feel that he was looking at her.
She instinctively turned over again, facing away from him once more.
This behavior caught the man's eye, and he suddenly chuckled softly, "What? What did I do to offend you this time? You start turning over as soon as you see me. You'll tear the bed apart in a minute."
Sang Ruo felt an inexplicable urge to laugh as she listened to the man's words, but she managed to hold it back.
She retorted angrily, "It'd be best if you tore it to pieces, so you'd have to spend money to buy a new mattress."
"This is the bed we slept in together, how could I bear to replace it with a new one?"
Upon hearing this, her back stiffened slightly for a moment.
These unexpected sweet words left her completely overwhelmed.
"Don't say those sweet words to me. My heart is hard, and I've long since become desensitized to sweet talk. Maybe it would be more effective if you said them to Fang Jiayu."
As soon as Sang Ruo finished speaking, she felt the bed beside her suddenly dent for a moment.
The next second, a pair of large hands suddenly landed on her waist.
A powerful aura belonging to a man instantly enveloped her.
She quickly turned to look at him: "What are you doing up here? The sofa is your seat..."
Before Sang Ruo could finish speaking, the man interrupted her: "Are you jealous because of that phone call just now?"
Jealous.
When those two words reached her ears, Sang Ruo's heart seemed to stop for a moment.
This was a question she herself had never considered.
Is this considered jealousy?
She was indeed a little unhappy after learning that it was Fang Jiayu who was calling.
"Hmm? Why aren't you saying anything?"
The man leaned close to her ear, his voice much lowered.
His breath sprayed onto her neck, causing her back to stiffen momentarily.
A tingling sensation spread through my body in an instant.
She instinctively moved away, glancing back at him: "Bo Jinyan, get off."
"I didn't do anything to you, why are you so nervous?"
After the man released her, he lay down next to her and even pulled half of the blanket over himself.
Sang Ruo turned to look at him, her expression darkening for a moment.
"You said you'd sleep separately from me, but you didn't keep your word."
"I did say I wanted to sleep separately from you, but I think you might need someone to keep you company tonight."
The man's voice was soft, and his gaze was not on her, but fixed on the ceiling.
Sang Ruo unconsciously squeezed the hand holding the quilt.
He even noticed that.
To be honest, she almost always suffers from insomnia every night when she dreams about prison, but with him by her side today, the unease in her heart seems to have subsided extremely quickly.
Sang Ruo lay down as well and didn't say anything more.
This was the first time they had ever lay quietly in bed without doing anything.
This feeling, however, inexplicably made her heart race.
After an unknown amount of time, Sang Ruo heard Bo Jinyan speak again: "When you were in prison, were you often bullied? How did they bully you?"
Sang Ruo's upper eyelashes fluttered wildly.
A wave of pain kept spreading through my heart.
After a moment of calm, she finally spoke: "Didn't you say before that you once passed by a prison and saw a woman being beaten who looked somewhat like me? Actually, that person was me..."
No one knows how much courage it took for her to say those words.
This was the first time she had faced her unbearable past in front of others.
As soon as she finished speaking, the man beside her turned his head and looked at her back.
By the moonlight streaming through the window, I realized for the first time that her figure was actually quite slender...
So delicate it's heartbreaking.
"I can't remember exactly how many times I was beaten. Several times I almost died. Looking back now, I can't even remember how I survived."
Her voice grew deeper and more choked with emotion.
A tear slid down her cheek and landed on the snow-white pillow, like a flower blooming in the dark night.
A pair of large hands embraced her from behind.
He said nothing, his fingertips tracing the scars on her wrist inch by inch, as if trying to trace her bloody past through the scars.
Before she knew it, she had fallen into a deep sleep.
It was as if someone wiped away the tears from her temples, and then her lips brushed against them like a dragonfly skimming the water.
In her last sliver of consciousness, she vaguely heard someone say, "One day, I will clear your name."
The next day, early morning.
When Sang Ruo woke up, the man was no longer beside her.
She subconsciously reached out and touched the bedding beside her, finding it icy cold.
He should have left long ago.
She quickly got up and saw that there were toiletries prepared for her by a man in the bathroom.
Towels, toothbrushes, cups...
Neatly arranged on top, it warms one's heart.
What a wonderful man!
Unfortunately, it will most likely belong to someone else in the future.
After calming her thoughts, Sang Ruo quickly washed up and went downstairs.
When Aunt Feng saw her come down, she greeted her warmly: "Miss Sang, you're awake?"
Sang Ruo smiled faintly: "Good morning, Aunt Feng..."
Sang Ruo visited Bo Jinyan's home more than once. His housekeeper, driver, and even his special assistant were all aware of their relationship, but no one dared to break the ice.
It's probably because the masters treat them well that the subordinates know how to advance and retreat.
"Your husband specifically told me that you like red bean porridge, so I cooked you some sweet red bean porridge this morning. Eating it made me feel great all day..."
"Thank you, Aunt Feng." Sang Ruo pulled out a chair and sat down, her face full of gentleness. "Did Bo Jinyan go out so early? It's only around eight o'clock."
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