Chapter Thirty-Three: Thinking a Thief Had Broken into the House
"That's true. You only ever call Liang Yuxin, so how could you possibly think of me? You only contact me when you need something, whether it was before or now!"
Sang Ruo's tone was cold and indifferent, and her voice was extremely low.
Just as she was about to get up, Bo Jinzhou suddenly reached out, grabbed her shoulders, and pressed her firmly onto the bed.
“Sang Ruo, it’s all your fault for being wicked and framing Yu Xin that led to your imprisonment. If you were even a little more innocent, I wouldn’t be at a loss for words with you…”
"What? Is President Bo trying to justify his misconduct? And he even thinks it's my fault that caused your misconduct?"
"When did I do anything wrong? Which eye of yours saw me do anything wrong?"
Bo Jinzhou's hand on her shoulder continued to tighten its grip.
His whole body exuded a terrifying chill.
"Do I need to say that? Isn't it common knowledge already?" Sang Ruo sneered sarcastically. "Or is it that Miss Liang failed to satisfy you, so you came back to your ex-wife?"
"I didn't intend to do anything to you."
"Then why are you holding me down like this?"
Sang Ruo raised her gaze, glancing at the man's cold, peach-blossom eyes, a chill creeping onto her lips.
Bo Jinzhou suddenly grabbed her chin and knelt on one knee to her left: "Don't forget, you are still my wife in name only. Isn't satisfying your husband your duty and responsibility as a wife?"
Sang Ruo stared at him coldly: "Let go."
"Why are you resisting like this? Do you have someone else on the side?"
Bo Jinzhou had no intention of shaking her off, and continued to tighten his grip.
Sang Ruo quickly turned her head away, removing her face from his palm.
The man suddenly pressed down on her, firmly pinning her hands to the bed.
He used all his strength to spread her legs apart with his knees.
In that instant, Sang Ruo felt a strange tension rise in her heart.
"Bo Jinzhou, what do you want to do? Let me go right now!"
Sang Ruo's voice rose a notch.
"What else can we do?"
Bo Jinzhou's deep and dangerous voice drifted from the bedroom and reached the ears of the man outside the door.
Separated by only a door, they are two different worlds and two different situations.
Bo Jinyan's hand had already subconsciously reached for the doorknob.
But just as it was about to touch the doorknob, it suddenly stopped.
They are not divorced yet, so what reason does he have to open this door?
At the same time, a muffled shout suddenly came from inside the bedroom.
It's not Sang Ruo's.
It was Bojinzhou.
"Are you a dog? Why did you bite me?"
"Get out of this room right now! Otherwise, it won't just be a matter of them biting you."
...
Just before the door was about to open, Bo Jinyan strode into his bedroom.
Through the slightly ajar door, one could see Bo Jinzhou being kicked out of the room by Sang Ruo. The man was still fully dressed, his gaze fixed on the back of his hand.
From Bo Jinyan's perspective, it is clear that there is a deep tooth mark on the back of Bo Jinzhou's hand.
Upon seeing this scene, Bo Jinyan couldn't help but slightly raise the corners of his lips.
This is getting more and more interesting.
The man closed the door and went into the bathroom.
The moonlight outside the window filtered through the dappled shadows of the trees and fell onto the ground.
Sang Ruo looked at the swaying shadows of the trees on the floor, but her thoughts drifted far away.
After an unknown amount of time, she finally got out of bed, looked at the slightly messy bedding, and a mocking smile curled at the corners of her lips.
If she hadn't taken that bite, Bo Jinzhou might have really done something to her.
After getting up, she went to the bathroom to take a shower.
I rarely stay overnight at the old house, so I didn't prepare any clothes, only a pure white bathrobe to wear.
After she finished washing up, it was already past ten o'clock.
Feeling extremely thirsty and feeling extremely irritable, and not wanting to drink plain water, she got up and went downstairs to get some wine.
The Bo family is currently resting, and the living room is empty.
In order not to disturb the servants on the first floor, Sang Ruo did not turn on the lights and tiptoed to the kitchen.
There was beer in the refrigerator, the same kind she loved to drink a few years ago.
She reached for two bottles, and just as she closed one side of the refrigerator door, intending to close the other side as well, she met a pair of extremely dark eyes.
Sang Ruo was so frightened that she took several steps back. Perhaps because the ground was slippery, she leaned backward, and the beer in her hand slipped from her palm.
A pair of large hands encircled her slender waist.
The man's other hand caught the falling beer.
Sang Ruo raised her eyelids and, using the light from the half-open refrigerator door, finally saw the man in front of her clearly.
Bo Jinyan wore a black bathrobe, which made him appear less aloof and cold than usual, and more gentle.
Those cool, clear eyes were quietly watching her.
Sang Ruo had no idea that perhaps it was the backward posture that made the already loosely tied bathrobe straps even looser.
From Bo Jinyan's perspective, one can clearly see that soft, almost tangible expanse.
The deep cleavage instantly came into the man's view.
Sang Ruo naturally noticed the man's gaze, but instead of getting up, she smiled calmly and said, "Mr. Bo..."
Bo Jinyan's brows furrowed slightly, and he was momentarily stunned when he met her beautiful face.
After realizing what was happening, he quickly released her.
"It was late at night, and they didn't turn on the lights when they came downstairs. I thought a thief had broken into my house."
"I was afraid of disturbing their rest, so I didn't turn on the light."
Sang Ruo closed the refrigerator door in a nonchalant tone, then casually opened the beer bottle in her hand.
Bo Jinyan handed over the beer in his palm: "Here you go."
In the dim light, Sang Ruo glanced down at the beer in his hand, then looked up and stared at him.
She didn't take it, but instead handed him her beer bottle, which lightly clinked against the one in his hand.
Clang—
The two beer bottles made a crisp clinking sound when they bumped into each other.
She took a sip, then smiled faintly, saying, "Thank you, Mr. Bo."
The two exchanged a glance in the dim light. Before he could respond, Sang Ruo strode away quickly.
She had no idea that behind her, in the dim light, the corners of the man's lips were slowly turning upwards.
Sang Ruo has never been a heavy drinker; one can of beer is usually enough to give her a good night's sleep.
She pulled up a chair, leaned against the balcony, and gazed at the night sky in a daze.
The beer in my hand gradually emptied.
Her gaze grew increasingly unfocused, and in her hazy state, she saw a tall, slender figure leaning against the balcony next door.
The man spoke slowly: "Are you drunk?"
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