Chapter 608 Slapping Oneself
The doctor left those words behind and turned to leave.
So frightened was Bo Jinyan that he dared not tell her the truth again. He hadn't wanted to tell her, but seeing Xiaoruo's expectant look, he simply couldn't bear it...
But little did he know that his moment of reluctance almost cost her her life.
Bo Jinyan regretted it so much that he raised his hand and slapped himself hard across the face!
A sharp, loud slap echoed down the corridor of the hospital's intensive care unit. Fortunately, there were few people around, and no one saw him do it.
Within seconds, a clear handprint appeared on the man's handsome face, standing out prominently.
So when Sang Ruo regained consciousness and saw the handprint on his face, she was startled: "Ayan, what happened to your face? Who hit you?"
Given Bo Jinyan's status, there shouldn't be many people who could hit him. Could it have been Gong Lian who did it?
Did he go and fight with Gong Lian again?
"No one hit me; I slapped myself."
Bo Jinyan felt that only in this way could he feel that his guilt was slightly lessened.
Sang Ruo tentatively reached out her hand, hesitant to touch him: "Does it hurt?"
He lowered his eyes, staring at her outstretched hand, but took it from her and pressed it against his face, his expression full of affection: "It doesn't hurt."
Even though his face is still a little numb, he will only say that it doesn't hurt.
"It really doesn't hurt?" Sang Ruo was somewhat skeptical of his words.
His face was so red and swollen, and the handprint on his face was so obvious. How could it not hurt at all?
Upon hearing this, she knew that he was deliberately trying to comfort her.
I said it on purpose for her to hear.
Bo Jinyan forced a smile: "It's impossible that it doesn't hurt at all, but it just doesn't hurt as much as it did for you."
"Xiao Ruo, don't worry about me. It's my fault that you fainted again, so I'm punishing myself by doing it myself. I don't need to trouble anyone else."
He spoke casually, but to Sang Ruo, it was a bitter pill to swallow: "Ayan, don't be like this. It's not your fault. I insisted that you tell the truth. I'm just too sensitive. Don't blame yourself too much."
If anyone is to blame, it's her current physical condition, which is simply not good enough to support her.
How can you blame him for this?
"Yes, I don't blame myself. I just regret not thinking it over more before telling you the truth." Tears welled up in Bo Jinyan's eyes, and his eyes were red. "Promise me that you won't talk about being discharged from the hospital until you're fully recovered."
Sang Ruo didn't want to agree at first, but seeing his tearful eyes, the words of refusal stuck in her throat, and she could only nod and agree: "Okay, I agree."
What Ayan said is actually true.
Her health is still too poor right now, so we can't rush things. Taking good care of her health is the most important thing.
But she just wanted to go out and see what the situation was like outside after the clinic explosion.
Although Ayan kept telling her that he would handle everything, she could tell that he was actually hiding something from her.
It wasn't as candid as he claimed.
But what exactly is he hiding?
This question lingered in Sang Ruo's mind and could not be dispelled for a long time.
...
Although Sang Ruo fainted once, fortunately she was not seriously injured. Bo Jinyan left after having dinner with her.
Manager Guan suddenly called him on his way home: "President Bo, shouldn't you personally attend to the dinner party tonight? Otherwise, I'm afraid I won't be able to handle the situation with so many artists by myself!"
He's just a lowly artist director, his words carry little weight compared to the boss's.
He can manage to bring artists along to drink and smile, but when it comes to standing in the boss's shoes and speaking on their behalf, he simply can't do it.
After all, he's not the boss, so how could he possibly speak on behalf of the boss?
The best solution is to have Bo Jinyan come in person.
Bo Jinyan had been in the business for quite some time, and the industry was well aware of his presence. It would be unreasonable for him not to attend this dinner.
"Why should I go?" Bo Jinyan instinctively refused; he really disliked those kinds of occasions. "Isn't it enough for you to take care of them alone?"
Manager Guan kept explaining to him, "President Bo, as you know, I'm just a nobody compared to all the big shots in the film and television industry here. How could I possibly have the right to speak?"
"Mr. Bo, please come here for a moment. We're just here to say a few words on behalf of our company. You can leave right after you're done. It won't take up much of your time."
Manager Guan pleaded and begged until Bo Jinyan finally couldn't refuse and reluctantly agreed: "Okay, okay, I'll go, but I'll make it clear beforehand that I don't drink alcohol."
He has to drive back to Qinyuan Bay tonight, how can he drink alcohol?
“Okay, if you can come, everything is negotiable. I’ll be waiting for you at the Rosewood Hotel. Just call me when you arrive and I’ll come out to meet you.”
After hanging up the phone, Bo Jinyan took off his earphones, turned left at the next intersection, and the black Maybach quickly disappeared on the elevated road.
Inside a private room at the Rosewood Beijing Hotel.
Today's dinner party is neither too big nor too small; it's a business gathering of industry professionals, mainly to discuss the launch of new projects and the casting of roles. As a result, many artists have come to attend.
Bright lights and bustling activity, with toasts and laughter filling the air.
As soon as Bo Jinyan entered, he saw Manager Guan, who introduced him to the artists at his table: "Come on, everyone, please put down your chopsticks for a moment. This is our company's boss, Mr. Bo. Let's all toast Mr. Bo!"
"Mr. Bo, we salute you."
Led by Manager Guan, many people stood up. Bo Jinyan didn't want to drink, so he poured himself a glass of water, raised his glass, and said, "Everyone, eat and drink well."
Just as he was about to drink, one of the male celebrities stopped him: "Mr. Bo, everyone is drinking today. It's not appropriate for you to come here and drink water instead of alcohol, is it?"
Upon hearing this, Bo Jinyan frowned, his voice slightly displeased: "So what do you want? To make me drink? Don't you even know if you're worthy?"
In his eyes, they were just a group of actors with little education.
They're a group of people who sell their looks or their bodies for money; they're not worthy of respect.
He has always looked down on this industry.
Therefore, when his eyes revealed displeasure and disgust, the faces of those present stiffened.
However, due to his status and position among the powerful elites in Beijing, many people dared not speak out against him.
Only when Wen Qingyi raised her wine glass did she smile brightly and generously: "Brother Ayan, shall I toast you? Will you drink?"
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