Chapter 92: Chapter 82: Jiang Bodhisattva
Jiang Ruan glared, her little face puffed up in anger, hands on her hips: "I’m not as weak as you think, okay?"
A fierce appearance.
Bao Ye’s dark eyes smiled, his thin lips licked, staring at her with a seemingly genuine smile, lazily responding: "Mm."
"You’re the strongest."
"After all, you threaten people with their weaknesses."
This tone.
It makes people feel very uncomfortable!
Jiang Ruan: "..."
She took a deep breath, expressionless: "Why do I feel like you’re being sarcastic to me?"
"How could I be."
"You are being sarcastic to me, I’m sure."
"Hmph!" Jiang Ruan turned her head, firmly said: "I’ll handle this myself, I don’t need your help."
Bao Ye raised an eyebrow, glanced at her: "Are you sure?"
The words "of course" hadn’t left Jiang Ruan’s lips when she heard Bao Ye snort, mockingly: "Do you think threatening her with her son means she has no way to threaten you?"
"What if her son hides in advance? What will you do? People aren’t that stupid to wait for you to show up."
Jiang Ruan felt annoyed hearing this: "Then listen to you, send her to Myanmar, don’t let her come back."
"I think it’s feasible," Bao Ye said.
"She hasn’t treated you well, why are you being soft-hearted?"
Jiang Ruan was also pondering this question, Fang Cui treated her that way, why should she be kind.
But her gaze fell on his wrist, her eyes paused once more, Jiang Ruan pursed her lips, remained quiet for a moment, then suddenly asked him: "Bao Ye, do you wear those Buddha beads every day because you believe in Buddhism?"
Jiang Ruan always wanted to ask him.
But she never had.
Because those who believe in Buddhism are always soft-hearted, always have faults, are always compassionate to all living beings.
And Bao Ye, is not such a person.
The rumors about him are really unfriendly.
Ruthless and unscrupulous, using any means to achieve his goals are his descriptors.
Prince of Beijing Circle, with billions of assets, swaggering and domineering, he doesn’t care, as money can solve any problem, who can oppose him.
"No."
Bao Ye replied directly without even thinking.
Dark eyes glanced at the Buddha beads on his wrist, a complicated emotion flickered across his eyes but quickly disappeared as if it had never appeared.
He is a firm materialist.
How could he possibly believe in Buddhism?
"Do you believe in Buddhism?" Jiang Ruan asked again.
Bao Ye: "No."
He had no hesitation.
His tone was cold and unfeeling.
Jiang Ruan’s lips curved slightly, as expected she said: "But I do believe."
Her dark eyes gazed into his dark eyes, like a deep pool, making it hard to see his true emotion or understand his true thoughts.
He was like a piece of firm cold ice.
The girl’s sweet yet firm voice echoed in his ears, each word pleasing, full of momentum: "I believe in karma, I believe good and evil will be repaid, I believe the gods have eyes."
Every word clearly transmitted into Bao Ye’s ears.
Each word seemed to strike Bao Ye’s heart.
The man lowered his eyes, expressionless as he looked at her, his fingertips beside his body uncontrollably trembled, even the Buddha beads made crisp collision sounds.
But it soon disappeared.
Bao Ye’s lips curled into an unknown arch, either sarcastic or smiling, staring at Jiang Ruan, teasing in his tone: "Do you want me to build you a lotus pond?"
Jiang Ruan was talking to him seriously, yet he started joking with her.
She blinked: "Huh?"
"What’s the point of building a lotus pond? Isn’t that for offering to Bodhisattva?"
Bao Ye chuckled: "Yes."
"Isn’t it for offering you."
"Jiang Bodhisattva, it’s a pity not to spread your ideal across the world."