Out of control and sinking

When questioned, Bo Ye could only picture Jiang Ruan's face.

The answer is obvious.

With his thin lips pursed, he said calmly, "I was set up last night."

Si Chen's eyes widened: "Huh?"

"Anyone who dares to scheme against you, Brother Bo, is fucking asking for trouble. Brother Bo, whoever that person is, I'll skin them alive and make sure they can never show their face in Beijing again!"

Si Chen spoke with great passion and fervor.

She looked even angrier than he did.

Bo Ye: "..."

She glanced at him coolly, and uttered three words from her pale lips: "My mother."

Bo Ye teased, "Tell me, how are you planning to skin her alive to avenge me?"

Si Chen was dumbfounded: "Your mother...mother?"

"How could your aunt scheme against you, Brother Bo? You must be joking with me."

Bo Ye: "Do I look like I'm joking with you?"

It doesn't seem like it, yet it certainly doesn't seem like it.

Si Chen had known for a long time that Bo Ye and his mother did not have a good relationship.

I've also met Xu Yun, and I can only describe him with two words: rigid.

Si Chen said, "What did your mother do to you? Could it be that she wanted you to be with Su Wan..."

Si Chen's eyes widened, and he was about to say the rest of his sentence when Bo Ye interrupted him: "Hmm."

A mocking smile played on his lips: "Isn't it ridiculous?"

Si Chen immediately felt sorry for him: "Auntie is really confused. She probably meant well and wanted you to get married and have children soon."

Bo Ye: "Heh."

Only then did Si Chen understand why Bo Ye was unhappy today.

What a joke! Who would be in a good mood if their own mother schemed against them?
"So, what about you and Su Wan...?"

“No.” Bo Ye interrupted, staring at Si Chen and said, “No one can force me to do anything unless I want to, including her.”

This "she" is, of course, Xu Yun.

Feeling very irritable.

Bo Ye opened the exquisite cigarette case, took a cigar into his mouth, and held the case opening towards Si Chen: "Want one?"

Si Chen: "Okay."

After finishing his cigar, Bo Ye stood up, glanced at Chen Nan, and Chen Nan immediately handed him a document.

Bo Ye handed the document to Si Chen: "Here you go."

Si Chen glared at him: "Brother Bo, what are you doing?"

"The project in northern Beijing," Bo Ye said casually. "We agreed on this before I came, and I keep my word." Si Chen was instantly overwhelmed with joy: "Brother Bo, are you serious?"

Bo Ye raised an eyebrow: "When have I ever been here in a fake place?"

“That’s true,” Si Chen said, his eyes practically glued to the contract.

Bo Ye said, "I've changed my clothes."

He still has a lot of things to do at the company.

He can't afford to waste his time on this.

I just vented my frustration by boxing with Si Chen.

Watching Bo Ye disappear from sight, Si Chen excitedly picked up his phone and called his grandfather.

His tone was full of smugness: "Old man, I got the project in northern Beijing!"

Leaving the boxing ring, inside a Rolls-Royce.

Driving, Chen Nan asked, puzzled, "President Bo, you worked so hard to secure the Jingbei project, and now you're just giving it to the Si family so easily?"

Bo Ye closed his eyes to rest, his tone indifferent: "Did I say I would give it to you?"

"That contract..."

"It's just a cooperation contract with the Si family."

"The project in northern Beijing needs the Si family."

"If I can gain even greater profits by giving up half of my profits, why wouldn't I do it?"

Chen Nan then realized what was happening and looked at the man in the mirror with admiration.

After a long pause, he managed to utter, "As expected, you've thought of everything so thoroughly."

Bo Ye opened his eyes, a slight twitch at the corner of his lips, and said indifferently, "You mean to say that I'm good at scheming, right?"

"That's right."

"After all, I'm a businessman."

"Businessmen don't do business at a loss."

“Young Master Si is probably going to be disappointed,” Chen Nan said. “He’ll probably think you gave him the entire project in Beijing.”

"Even if the meat is fatty enough, he still has to be able to eat it."

"Si Chen is too young and impetuous. I'm giving him a chance to hone his skills."

Bo Ye spoke in a low voice.

Just then, the phone rang.

Bo Ye picked up his phone.

When he saw that the caller was Su Wan, a subtle emotion flashed across his dark eyes.