Bao Mingyuan cracked his eyes open slightly, quietly asking, "Do you really think so?"
Mrs. Bao said, "Whether it's family background or character and personality, I think highly of Minglan."
Bao Mingyuan thought about how it was himself who had driven Su Ruanruan away, and swallowed back everything he wanted to say.
"Fine, have it your way! As long as Ziqi is willing, it's settled."
Mrs. Bao was elated, saying: "Let's set it for three days from now."
"Have you arranged everything?" Bao Mingyuan gently stroked his wife's shoulder, thoughtful.
Mrs. Bao didn't notice his displeasure; instead, she wanted to get affectionate with her husband.
Bao Mingyuan rejected her.
"I'm too tired today."
He turned over, his back to her.
Mrs. Bao was quite unhappy, but thinking of how she easily toppled Su Ruanruan with a slight trick, she cheered up again.
...
Bao Mingyuan was in a gloomy mood.
The next morning, he didn't go to the company.
It would be a mess there anyway.
