Chapter Sixty-Two: Disgusted by Dirt
The man's steps unconsciously stopped in front of the door.
That hand with its distinct knuckles was already reaching for the doorknob.
Just as the cold doorknob touched his palm, footsteps suddenly came from the third floor.
He quickly lowered his hand, went into the next room, and then strode to the balcony, listening carefully to the sounds coming from next door.
Inside the house at this moment.
Sang Ruo's hands were held down by Bo Jinzhou and firmly pinned to the mattress.
His long legs straddled her slender waist, trapping her beneath him, and he stared at her with a displeased expression.
Sang Ruo glared back at him with the same anger: "Let go!"
Why did you hit her just now?
The man's eyes were filled with a crimson aura, and the atmosphere around him became extremely heavy.
Ever since Sang Ruo brought him up, he has been pestering her, demanding to know why she hit Liang Yuxin, acting as if he wanted to seek justice for Liang Yuxin.
Seeing him like this, Sang Ruo found it extremely ridiculous.
"If you're unhappy about this, then go ahead and fight back for her!" Sang Ruo curled her lips into a cold smile: "If it weren't for your uncle protecting me just now, you probably would have already attacked me, right?"
"You were in the wrong first in this matter!"
"Have you ever asked her what she did to me behind my back? The harm I suffered was far more than just this slap!"
"You mean what happened in prison?" The man's eyes flashed with a fierce light. "Isn't that what you deserved?"
Sang Ruo's voice was very serious: "I don't have time to waste with you, let me go right now."
What if I refuse?
Suddenly, Bo Jinzhou freed one hand, grabbed her chin, and leaned down.
Sang Ruo's face subconsciously turned to the side.
Bo Jinzhou's kiss landed on her cheek.
"Are you avoiding me?"
The man's brow furrowed slightly, and a hint of disbelief flickered in his eyes.
"If Mr. Bo gets carried away by lust, he should go to the guest room and find his white moonlight. She will definitely serve you well. I'm sorry I can't accompany you."
She quickly pushed the man away and sat up from the bed.
"Since I'm driven by lust, isn't it only right that you, as my wife, help me resolve this?"
Bo Jinzhou grabbed her wrist and quickly pulled her closer.
His hand naturally moved to her waist.
The atmosphere inside instantly became ambiguous.
Sang Ruo replied unhurriedly, "You call her your white moonlight and your wife? Don't you find it disgusting?"
"Watch your mouth."
“Cleaner than you.” Sang Ruo glared at him and pushed him away again. “The person is in the guest room. There’s no need to go out and look for them in the middle of the night like last time. Why doesn’t President Bo seize such a good opportunity?”
"Sang Ruo, I am your husband! How dare you push me away?"
"In my heart, you're no longer that person, and don't drag me into your affair with Liang Yuxin." Sang Ruo looked down at the man in front of her: "I find it disgusting!"
You'll regret this sooner or later!
Sang Ruo's tone was extremely cold: "Get lost."
After a low growl, Bo Jinzhou quickly stood up, his cold eyes staring straight at her.
He grabbed her neck and pulled her close in an instant: "Remember, you pushed me away yourself, don't blame me."
Oh.
Sang Ruo suddenly let out a low, hoarse laugh.
Scenes from three years ago reappeared before my eyes.
His favoritism and protection of that woman is nothing new, yet he uses such a ridiculous excuse to justify his selfishness.
They even claimed that she pushed him towards Liang Yuxin.
Before the man left, Sang Ruo sneered: "Remember not to do anything reckless in front of my son. If you cause him any unhealthy psychological impact, I won't let you off the hook."
Bo Jinzhou suddenly stopped, turned around and glared at her, his tone icy: "In your heart, am I such a beast?"
"Just keep that in mind."
Sang Ruo ignored him and walked directly towards the balcony.
"Bang--"
The loud sound of the door slamming echoed in every corner.
Sang Ruo's steps stopped abruptly the moment the door opened.
Her eyes suddenly closed slightly.
She stood there for a while before gradually coming to her senses.
My feet took another step towards the balcony.
Out of the corner of his eye, he inadvertently caught a glimpse of a familiar figure on the balcony next door.
Sang Ruo's body suddenly stiffened slightly.
She instinctively turned her head to look at the next room.
Bo Jinyan braced himself against the glass railing with both hands, the sleeves of his white shirt slightly rolled up, revealing his strong arms, his back slightly bent, as he turned his head to look at her.
His balcony lights were off, but by the light from her side, she could see the man's slightly flushed face.
He was probably a little drunk, but not completely drunk.
I have no idea how long he's been standing there...
Did Bo Jinzhou overhear her conversation with her just now?
"Mr. Bo, why don't you go and rest?"
Sang Ruo approached curiously, leaned against the glass, and gazed at him calmly.
After staring at her for a few seconds, Bo Jinyan suddenly moved closer to her.
The next second, he suddenly placed his hands on the back of her snow-white neck and looked down at her eyes and brows.
The sudden closeness made Sang Ruo's heart pound wildly for no apparent reason.
The man looked into her eyes, a faint smile playing on his lips, and said, "Why aren't you calling me 'Uncle' anymore? Hmm?"
Sang Ruo instinctively swallowed and backed away, but the man's hand gripped her tighter and tighter.
There was only a glass partition between them. When the cold touch penetrated her skin through the thin gauze dress, her body trembled uncontrollably.
I don't know if it was because it was too cold or because I was too nervous.
This tremor made her even more disoriented.
Sang Ruo quickly said, "Mr. Bo, you're drunk. You should get some rest!"
The man ignored her, his smile fading as he asked her seriously, "Did he go to see her?"
As soon as he said this, the mocking smile on Sang Ruo's lips suddenly became even more intense.
She gave up struggling and looked up at Bo Jinyan in front of her: "We were going to get a divorce anyway. If it weren't for Grandpa's health, we probably would have already gotten our marriage certificate. Men are all the same; it's normal to have some needs. I can understand that..."
"You're quite magnanimous." Bo Jinyan's smile was cold, his gaze growing increasingly deep: "You even personally sent them away."
“He was never meant to be mine. He stopped being mine three years ago,” Sang Ruo said expressionlessly. “If I can’t give him something, I can’t stop him from taking it from others. Besides, this isn’t the first time, so what does it matter?”
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