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Bo Siheng was unaware that He Yan had seen him.

He just wanted to figure out what was happening in front of him.

"Miss He, do you usually go to the herb garden with the He family?"

Bo Siheng avoided her gaze, his face slightly cold and his expression distant. As someone with emotional fastidiousness, he was very sensitive to others' touches and glances that had ulterior motives.

He Yiyi's bluntness made him very uncomfortable.

In his eyes, she would be no different from other socialites and heiresses in Beijing.

But the woman that night was different.

However, his memory was hazy, and he couldn't make any judgments, thus losing the clues to find her.

"Of course, Mr. Si, what else would you like to know about me?"

He Yiyi sensed the other person's indifference and realized that she had been too eager.

Does Mr. Si not like women who are too proactive?

That's true. People like them love noble goddesses, and the more unattainable they are, the more they yearn for them.

She quickly composed herself; as the top socialite in Beijing's elite circles, she needed to project an exceptionally noble and distinguished aura.

"The He family needs a lot of medicinal materials to develop medicines, so I go to the medicinal garden to inspect it almost every week."

Her medical skills were also a form of self-promotion.

Who could resist her beauty and talent?

“My father has high expectations for me. I will do everything myself, because there is a lot to learn. This is also my belief in choosing to become a doctor so that I can repay the He family.”

Bo Siheng looked He Yiyi up and down again.

That night, it was the He family's car, so the possibility that it belonged to He Yiyi was very high, but he still needed more clues to confirm it.

He couldn't very well ask directly about the night he risked his life to save her in the car.

"Ms. He, would it be convenient for you to leave your contact information? We can also discuss the follow-up treatment and medication."

"can."

He Yiyi almost couldn't suppress the upturned corners of her mouth.

She knew that with her beauty and temperament, Mr. Si must have fallen for her at first sight.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have asked for her contact information.

Fortunately, she didn't marry into the Bo family and live a life of widowhood. She deserves a better man!

"I will study Mr. Si's condition carefully when I get back and provide you with the best treatment plan."

The two exchanged phone numbers and added each other on WeChat.

When Bo Siheng saw that He Yiyi had used a selfie as her profile picture, he felt inexplicably disappointed.

But he couldn't explain why.

"Then I won't bother Miss He any longer. Goodbye."

He Yiyi was still lost in her infatuation when she came to her senses and saw that Mr. Si had already walked away.

"I'm going to have this man!"

She thought to herself that she must thoroughly investigate his identity and family background.

And what exactly is his illness?

It won't do if it's too difficult to treat.

...

Bo Siheng did not linger and returned to the administration building.

Zhong Wenqian came out of the office, a look of surprise flashing in his eyes.

"Mr. Bo, where have you been coming from?"

"I took a walk around the research building."

Bo Siheng didn't mention seeing He Yiyi; he didn't want to make a fuss until he was sure.

But he felt a vague sense of unease.

“Mr. Bo, your condition has improved significantly after just one treatment. It must be because the He family’s medicine is effective. Don’t worry, I will have the He family prepare more medicine as soon as possible.”

Zhong Wenqian's expression also showed excitement, because he was happy for Bo Xilai.

He simply chose to conceal the fact that He Yan was also there, because he didn't want to spoil the atmosphere.

Are you preparing to go back?

As Zhong Wenqian spoke, his eyes caught sight of He Yan walking over.

"Miss He, you..."

Zhong Wenqian was worried that He Yan would do something reckless and wanted to stop her.

But he watched helplessly as she completely ignored him and went straight for Master Bo.

“What a coincidence, Mr. Bo.”

He Yan walked up to Bo Siheng, bringing with her a cool and aloof aura.

Bo Siheng seemed not to have reacted when he saw He Yan's small face close to his eyes. This was the third time he had seen He Yan, but each time he gained new insights.

She was actually very slender and tall, and their eyes were very close when she stood in front of him.

The sense of disappointment he felt when looking at He Yiyi was different from the one he felt when looking at her.

"What, aren't you surprised?"

He Yan tilted her head, her expression a half-smile.

Then, he reached out and grabbed his tie.

The already close space between the two was instantly compressed to its minimum, and the air seemed to thin out.

"Why are you here?"

Bo Siheng lowered his eyes to look at He Yan, and the emotion he felt made his chest tremble.

Just as my obsessive-compulsive disorder was about to flare up, it was suddenly replaced by another emotion.

Surprisingly, he didn't resist her getting close.

There's also a sense of déjà vu.

Zhong Wenqian, who was standing to the side, was so shocked by Bo Ye's indifference to He Yan's actions that he almost made a meme.

He kept shouting in his heart.

Mr. Bo, resist!

His heart was in turmoil, but his face showed even more worry.

"Miss He, Mr. Bo doesn't like being touched!"

Zhong Wenqian was afraid that Bo Ye's OCD would flare up and cause him anxiety and discomfort, so he was about to step forward to help him.

As a result, He Yan's single glance made him back down.

"I need to talk to him about some family matters. Dr. Zhong is an outsider, so please don't interfere."

What a family matter.

Zhong Wenqian could only silently step back a short distance.

They are, after all, a legally married couple.

"What do you want from me?"

Although Bo Siheng was surprised, he was not angry.

He Yan stared at him with a serious expression and piercing eyes: "Mr. Bo, I don't know about your past, but now that you are married, you must be faithful to your marriage."

Similarly, although she is repaying a debt of gratitude, she will certainly abide by the spirit of the contract.

This is her principle.

She didn't explicitly say that she saw him meeting He Yiyi; she just thought it to herself.

Bo Siheng's judgment is not very good; he should be corrected.

Regardless of any entanglements he might have with He Yiyi, during their marriage, she would not allow him to have any physical or mental transgressions.

At this moment, Bo Siheng was being pulled by the tie by He Yan, his body leaning slightly forward. He was momentarily lost in thought as he smelled the refreshing and pleasant scent emanating from her.

This position was actually quite uncomfortable, but he never even considered pushing her away.

Instead, I was trying to understand the meaning behind her words.

Suddenly, he realized that He Yan must have seen him meeting with He Yiyi.

"Of course I will respect marriage, thank you Mrs. Bo for the reminder."

Bo Siheng was telling the truth.

Mrs. Bo?

When He Yan heard this title for the first time, her fingers stiffened slightly.

Then, she quickly loosened his tie.

"Since we're going the same way, let's go back together."

He Yan got into the car directly.

Bo Siheng remained standing in the same spot, his breathing rising and falling slightly.

He wasn't mistaken; He Yan seemed to have a hint of shyness on her face.

Zhong Wenqian rushed over, worried that his germaphobia would bother him.

“Master Bo, I’ll disinfect you with a 1:99 solution of bleach as soon as we get back. That He Yan is too audacious; she just likes to touch you inappropriately…”

He observed that Master Bo was about to fly into a rage, but noticed that his expression was strange.

"Mr. Bo..."

Bo Siheng's eyes flickered slightly, his whole body tensed, and his breathing became somewhat rapid as he pursed his lips.

He was not angry because of He Yan's behavior.

Instead, I could hear my own heartbeat more clearly in my chest.

He Yan seems to possess a kind of magic.

Her eyes were clear yet possessed an irresistible liveliness.

Bo Siheng was unaware that He Yan had unintentionally stirred up these emotions within him.

"Need not."

He strode into the car.

Zhong Wenqian was left with a look of shock and disbelief.

Has Mr. Bo's mysophobia been cured?