Standing at the restaurant's entrance, the inside was brightly lit.
Even at this late hour, it was still open for business.
It was obviously an old restaurant, but inside, there was only one table occupied by guests—a middle-aged woman with her child.
Bao Ye withdrew his gaze, placed the high heels on the ground, and then put Jiang Ruan on his lap, his well-defined fingers helping her put on her shoes.
As soon as her shoes were on, Jiang Ruan eagerly got off and pulled him by the hand to walk inside.
Bao Ye's posture stiffened slightly, still somewhat unaccustomed to such public displays of intimacy when there were other people around.
His gaze turned wary.
But her hand was truly soft, held tightly by her, and for a moment, Bao Ye felt an unusual sense of security—a feeling of being led forward by someone was something he had never experienced before.
He was Bao Ye.
The formidable figure who made the Bao Family the top in Beijing—Bao Ye.
Also a lone wolf.
