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At this moment, Zhong Wenqian and He Yiyi had other collaborations, so they went to another office.

When the two came out, they didn't notice that He Yan was no longer there.

When Bo Siheng chased after him, the hall was empty.

He frowned, and the atmosphere around him seemed to drop.

He needed to confirm whether the woman that night was He Yiyi.

"Where is Miss He?"

Bo Siheng searched with his eyes, his gaze briefly sweeping over the rest area.

The teaching assistant was startled by the look in his eyes, his expression faltering. Seeing the direction of his gaze, he assumed he was asking about He Yan.

"She...she went to the research building."

Bo Siheng turned around and strode towards the research building.

That aura was exactly like someone looking for trouble.

The teaching assistant watched Mr. Si's retreating figure with a hint of schadenfreude.

I don't know where that He family's daughter offended Mr. Si.

He Yiyi's fame among Beijing's socialites was such that the teaching assistant idolized her and worshipped her in a mysterious way.

"I wish I could see Miss He Yiyi again."

The teaching assistant was muttering to herself when she heard the sound of high heels approaching from afar.

I looked up and my dream had come true.

He Yiyi had just finished discussing a new collaboration with Zhong Wenqian when she hurriedly returned, claiming she had a new treatment idea for Mr. Si's condition.

She was confident that she had already attracted Mr. Si's attention enough, and she wanted to take the opportunity to get closer to him.

Perhaps, after a while, their relationship will quickly heat up.

Just thinking about it made her secretly delighted.

The door to the VIP consultation room was open, but it was empty.

He Yiyi's expression froze for a moment, then she turned to the teaching assistant and asked, "Where is Mr. Si? Why isn't he inside?"

"Mr. Si said he was looking for Miss He, so he went to the research building."

The teaching assistant was still excited to be able to talk to his idol.

The next moment, He Yiyi's expression changed.

"Miss He? Mr. Si is looking for me! Why are you giving me wrong directions?!"

He Yiyi then realized that He Yan was not there. Upon hearing the teaching assistant's words, her usually dignified and self-possessed demeanor almost crumbled.

Mr. Si must have come to find her, but this idiot mistook her for someone else.

Wouldn't that mean he would see He Yan?

No!

This is the man she has her eye on, how could He Yan steal him away!

the other side.

He Yan didn't want to waste time waiting, so she went straight to the research building.

She knew that pharmaceutical companies needed technical support from medical schools, and medical schools also needed large quantities of medicinal materials for experiments.

Through two-way cooperation, the drugs developed in the future can also be specially supplied to hospitals.

"The medicinal herbs that the He family's pharmaceutical factory couldn't find might be here."

He Yan evaded the surveillance thanks to her keen observation skills.

She entered the medical school's defense system.

The flashing cursor on her phone screen indicated that she was indeed standing outside the laboratory.

There must be a room inside where medicinal herbs are stored.

He Yan closed her eyes to discern the scent of herbs in the air.

The medical school was filled with a mix of drugs, but finding a particular scent was a breeze for her.

From a young age, her nose was exceptionally sensitive. She could tell which her master had come from just by smelling it, and the two would argue about the medicinal properties and effects of that herb.

Moreover, it can accurately identify which dishes in the kitchen are burnt and inedible.

She could even catch her master sneaking a midnight snack and then demand a share of the spoils.

That old man often cricketed at her in front of her.

He Yan's lips unconsciously curled up as she thought of her master.

But then...

Therefore, she must find the person who harmed her master!

He Yan opened her eyes, her expression turning sharp.

The herbs needed to make the medicine still couldn't be found, and the clues seemed to have run dry.

It seems she needs to get inside the core.

It's unclear how far the He family has progressed in their research.

"It is unreasonable for the He family to claim that they have a prescription but do not have the necessary medicinal materials."

Since the master passed away, several pharmaceutical companies have tried to capitalize on the popularity of the prescription.

Only the He family had a large and powerful presence.

They can't advertise extensively without having a real cure.

"Without the prescription, it would be impossible to make Master's special medicine."

"He Yan!"

Just as He Yan was about to look for other methods, suddenly! He Yiyi rushed up from behind, grabbed her arm, and pushed her into the conference room next door.

"What are you doing here? This isn't the He family home. If you make a fool of yourself, you'll bring shame to the He family."

He Yiyi ran too fast and was breathing heavily, but her eyes were full of wariness when she looked at He Yan.

She absolutely cannot let He Yan see the man she has her eye on!

"You are sick?"

He Yan's eyes darkened, her face displeased, and she grabbed He Yiyi's wrist with her other hand.

He Yiyi was surprised by He Yan's strength, and her face turned pale as He Yan increased her force.

"Ouch! You're hurting me! I was just afraid you'd make a fool of yourself."

Pain doesn't stop me from being stubborn.

As long as He Yan doesn't see Mr. Si, they can still create the image of her being bullied.

She couldn't help but struggle in pain.

He Yan also just let go of her hand.

He Yiyi lost her balance and tried to grab He Yan, but instead pulled her small handbag off.

A 'click' sound.

An exquisitely crafted jade pendant just happened to fall out.

He Yan was also taken aback when she saw the jade pendant.

It was a token of gratitude from Bo Siheng for saving her that night.

"This is?"

He Yiyi's eyes lit up when she saw the jade pendant; its quality clearly indicated it was a very valuable item.

She bent down to pick it up.

Suddenly, a metallic scraping sound rang out.

He Yiyi looked up and saw an office chair rushing towards her, which startled her so much that she quickly dodged it.

"Don't touch my things."

He Yan's voice was icy cold as she walked over and picked up the jade pendant and the bag.

He Yiyi was startled for a moment and could only smile awkwardly to cover up her embarrassment.

"Sister, I just wanted to help you pick it up."

He Yan was just about to hit her?

If she hadn't dodged, wouldn't she have been hit squarely?

"no next time."

Because of this disturbance, He Yan had no chance to investigate further.

"Sister, I came to see you because the consultation is over and I need to prepare to go back. Are you coming back to the He family with me or... to the Bo family?"

He Yiyi feigned concern with a fake smile.

He Yan found her reaction somewhat amusing.

"Are you so concerned about me? Do you want me to go back to the He family, or do you not want me to go back?"

"Sister, it's your choice where you go. I'm just asking."

He Yiyi was clearly deliberately stalling for time.

"My freedom is none of your business."

He Yan had no interest in guessing her thoughts, so she grabbed her bag and left.

Afterwards, He Yiyi followed him out, not forgetting that she had come to see Mr. Si.

She saw Mr. Si coming from the other end while she was by the railing, so she hurriedly went down the stairs to create a chance encounter in a perfectly legitimate way.

"Mr. Si, what a coincidence!"

Bo Siheng spent some time finding the research building, and saw He Yiyi as soon as he entered.

He deliberately stepped back half a step to keep his distance from her.

"Miss He."

"I just finished discussing the collaboration with Dr. Zhong and was about to come over to visit the pharmaceutical workshop when I unexpectedly ran into you here. Did you come here to see me?"

He Yiyi subconsciously brushed her hair aside, her smile tinged with shyness.

She knew she must have attracted him for him to be so proactive.

The man who was sitting there just now exuded an air of nobility, and now, from this different angle, his elegant posture and tall figure make him even more charming.

He Yiyi looked up and scrutinized him, her gaze becoming even bolder and more direct.

Bo Siheng frowned slightly, but still answered politely.

"It is."

at the same time.

He Yan had already reached the administration building, glancing at it out of the corner of her eye.

Across the courtyard, two figures stood opposite each other.

Ok?

Bo Siheng was actually there?

It seems that the mysterious Mr. Si was indeed him.

But why are her new husband and her fake sister getting so close?

He Yan's eyes turned dangerous as she walked straight over.