Out of control and sinking

As they were chatting, a new item at the auction caught Jiang Ruan's eye. According to the host, it was a string of top-quality Buddhist prayer beads from XZ.

Each bead is inlaid with a different Heart Sutra or eight-character proverb, meant to bless people with peace and health.

The prayer beads are a deep sandalwood color, and the engraved patterns are inlaid with gold, giving them a heavy and elegant appearance under the light.

She's a perfect match for him.

Jiang Ruan took a liking to it at first sight, and with a surge of excitement, she asked the man, "Isn't this Buddhist prayer bead beautiful?"

Bo Ye glanced at it, a glint of light flashing in his dark eyes. He touched the Buddhist prayer beads on his right wrist with his fingertips and took them off: "I've got it."

This string looks a bit like the one that was auctioned.

However, the inlaid fonts are different.

Perhaps it was because he had gotten used to it, but Jiang Ruan inexplicably felt that the one on stage suited him better.

"I think these prayer beads would look great on you."

"I always ask you to give me gifts, but I've never given you one."

Jiang Ruan said.

"No need." Bo Ye put his arm around her waist, a smile playing on his lips, and asked her, "What do you think I need?"

Jiang Ruan understood what he meant and pouted, "Of course you have everything you need."

"You're the dignified CEO Bo, you have money and power, what could you possibly lack?"

Bo Ye chuckled: "Why does that sound so sour?"

"Money and power are external things."

"But I really don't lack anything, so you don't need to overthink it. Besides, it's only natural for a man to give a woman a gift. If you don't give her anything and make her feel wronged, you're the one who loses face."

Hearing this, Jiang Ruan blinked, her face full of admiration: "President Bo, wow, you have such a broad vision!"

Bo Ye: "..."

"So you gave me a gift because you were afraid of embarrassing yourself?"

Bo Ye: "..."

He lightly pinched her waist with his fingertips and said in a deliberately fierce tone, "Trying to find a loophole, huh?"

But there was a smile in her eyes.

He didn't use any force at all.

It's all just pretense.

Jiang Ruan chuckled, grasped his long, slender hand with her small one, and said coquettishly, "Don't pinch me. It tickles."

At the same time, he glanced at the auction stage out of the corner of his eye.

The starting bid for the Buddhist prayer beads wasn't high, five million. In the blink of an eye, it reached twenty million.

Suddenly, Jiang Ruan raised the sign with her other hand.

A soft yet powerful female voice echoed throughout the venue: "Thirty million."

She raised it so quickly that Bo Ye didn't even have time to react. He looked at her petite profile, her eyes fixed firmly on the auction stage.

Hearing her quote a high price of thirty million.

Bo Ye's heart skipped a beat.

He knew all too well about her assets.

Moreover, Jiang Ruan has always been a penny-pincher, only taking money and never giving it back, and he often teases her for being a little money-grubber.

Now, however, he is willing to spend 30 million to buy him gifts.

It would be a lie for Bo Ye to say he wasn't moved.

A five million yuan Buddhist rosary that sold for thirty million yuan is already an astronomical price, even though this particular rosary is a rare item.

However, many people in modern times do not believe in Buddhism.

This also includes powerful and influential families, who place more faith in their family beliefs and interests than in gods and Buddhas.

Therefore, he was not interested in Buddhist prayer beads.

There aren't many people participating in the auction anymore.

On stage, the host held a gavel and asked questions, while the screen translated: "Thirty million once, thirty million twice, thirty million three times! Sold!"

"Congratulations to this young lady on winning..."

Jiang Ruan breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that the photo had been taken.

Fortunately, no one argued with her.

Otherwise, it would cost even more money.

Of course, if it really fetches 50 million or something.

Then she won't take the picture.

Too expensive, I can't afford it.

Thinking this, she turned her head and met Bo Ye's dark and deep eyes, which were staring straight at her.

The emotions in his eyes were too complex, yet too indifferent, causing Jiang Ruan to pause for a moment.

In just a few seconds, she snapped out of it, her little face beaming with a smile, and said, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

(End of this chapter)