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"Cousin, I'm sorry. I deliberately framed you because I was holding a grudge about what happened earlier."

Tang Xiaoyue had never been so humiliated.

She just couldn't understand why He Yan, a country bumpkin, could always be one step ahead of her.

The mocking or disdainful glances from all around made her unable to lift her head.

Such humiliation made Tang Xiaoyue sob softly.

"It's all my fault, I shouldn't have been blinded by jealousy..."

News of tonight's banquet will spread quickly.

She knew that from now on, she had no hope of marrying into a wealthy family in Beijing.

He Yan glanced down at Tang Xiaoyue, her eyes filled with indifference and no sympathy.

He Huijun also reaped what she sowed and completely lost face.

Her carefully cultivated network of connections, built up over twenty years, has crumbled today.

"He Yan, are you satisfied now?"

Her eyes were bloodshot, almost clenched through gritted teeth, and the hatred in her eyes grew even stronger.

He Yan smiled lightly, completely unconcerned by her gaze.

"very satisfied."

The wealthy women who were on good terms with He Huijun were afraid of getting into trouble, so they didn't dare to say a word.

They really did see a joke today.

But I almost became the clown in this joke myself.

“Miss He, you are the most dazzling person at this banquet tonight. This necklace suits you very well. Since that’s the case, don’t let others affect your mood, like you just advised me.”

Seeing that He Yan wasn't making a big deal out of it, Mrs. Qin didn't intend to pursue the matter further.

Qin Molin, on the other hand, always prioritized his wife's attitude.

"This will not happen again."

"No, no, this will absolutely never happen again!"

Liu Guang immediately made a loud promise, while secretly breathing a sigh of relief.

The wealthy women watching all had different expressions.

"The Bo family still has a lot of influence; it works everywhere."

They all felt that He Yan was only doing this because she was using her status as the young mistress of the Bo family, and they even maliciously speculated that she must have found out the information beforehand and was deliberately trying to please Mrs. Qin.

That designer, Qin, had a terrible temper, but he doted on his wife the most.

They despised He Yan's methods, but were equally envious of her opportunity.

Little did they know that Qin Molin was only letting the matter go because of He Yan.

"I never care about people who are irrelevant to me."

He Yan knew when to stop.

All she wanted was an attitude, regardless of whether the other person was sincere or not.

Qin Molin felt sorry for his wife, thinking she would get tired from standing for so long, so he helped her back to the lounge.

He Yan wanted to go in too because her consultation wasn't finished.

It seems that Su Wan only got to know He Yan for the first time after this incident.

For twenty years since marrying into the He family, she had been harassed by He Huijun almost every day, but today was the first time she had ever seen her so disheveled.

Her worldview was shaken.

Completely unexpectedly, He Yiyi was so angry she almost ground her teeth to powder.

She still pretended to be kind and went over to help Tang Xiaoyue up.

"Xiaoyue, your sister will let it go, please get up!"

He Yiyi never expected that letting He Yan marry into the Bo family would bring her so many material and spiritual benefits. For a moment, she felt a little regretful.

She stared at the necklace around He Yan's neck, then averted her gaze.

But she couldn't swallow her anger, so she could only pretend to talk to herself.

"Sister, you're living a glamorous life now, but it's only temporary. Women need to be more clear-headed and rely on themselves to be independent. They can't rely on men to give them status."

The socialites and heiresses watching, however, took He Yiyi's words to heart.

Those feigned feminisms resonated with them.

"That's right, true strength comes from relying on yourself."

The dark feelings that the rich girls couldn't express found an excuse.

It was used to cover up their jealousy.

At this moment, Bo Siheng, who had received Jiang Lu's call, also rushed over.

He wanted to help, but saw He Yan handle the situation with ease.

He knew perfectly well what those people were speculating about.

Qin Molin is proud because of his great fame and the ability to be arrogant. He is confident that even the Bo family might not give him face.

How could such a proud person suddenly give face to the young mistress of the Bo family?

Bo Siheng understood perfectly well that He Yan was definitely not simple.

You can tell from her calm and composed attitude.

...

The banquet is coming to an end.

After He Yan finished examining Mrs. Qin, she went to the car to get her medicine.

Qin Molin loved his wife very much and was also looking forward to the arrival of this child.

Therefore, He Yan's kindness to him was very profound.

He Yan handed a small bottle of pills to Qin Molin.

This is a pregnancy-preserving medicine that she developed based on a prescription left by her master.

"Thank you! I will definitely take good care of her."

A rare hint of unease appeared on Qin Molin's usually arrogant face.

He was very respectful to He Yan.

"Tell her to get plenty of rest and to call me if she needs anything."

He Yan nodded and prepared to go back.

However, as soon as she turned around, she saw Bo Siheng standing not far away.

He wore a silver mask, obscuring his expression, but standing there, bathed in moonlight, he exuded an air of mystery, appearing serene and upright.

After saying goodbye to Qin Molin, He Yan walked over.

"You know President Qin?"

Bo Siheng spoke first.

Did you just see that?

He Yan didn't answer but asked a question in return, her eyes quite frank.

The two shadows were stretched long in the moonlight, as if it were a grand encounter.

"The Bo family's status is quite useful."

Bo Siheng looked He Yan up and down; her eyes shone brightly in the night.

"But in fact, the Bo family's identity did not protect you. Instead, it became a burden. Everyone in Beijing knows that I am not long for this world. If you marry me, you will be a widow."

His eyes held a hint of probing, as he wanted to know He Yan's true thoughts.

At the same time, he was also curious whether she had another identity.

"You don't need to feel inferior."

He Yan suddenly leaned closer to him and reached out to remove her mask.

"After all, you won just because of your face."

Bo Siheng's appearance is indeed impeccable. Even though he is seriously ill, he can still charm a number of socialites in Beijing's elite circles.

He felt He Yan's hand brush against his face, and his breathing suddenly became disordered.

"Are you teasing me?"

"No, it's just to comfort you."

The two looked at each other, and He Yan suddenly burst out laughing.

She was unusually relaxed.

Bo Siheng: "..."

This is just flirting, isn't it?

...

The two got into the car and left.

He Yiyi happened to come out and saw the Bo family's car, and an idea immediately popped into her head.

She suddenly felt a strong urge to see Bo Siheng, to prove that her choice was right and that He Yan's marriage must be terrible.

He Yiyi tried to flag down the car, but it drove off without stopping.

This left her feeling suffocated and unable to vent her anger.

"He Yan is just a second choice for the Bo family; she's just a compromise!"

Just then, Su Wan also came out.

"Yiyi, have you seen Xiaoyan? I can't find her inside."

She felt guilty and wanted to apologize for what had just happened, because she had also misunderstood her daughter.

He Yiyi quickly suppressed her resentful expression.

When he turned around again, he looked embarrassed.

"Mom, I wanted to apologize to my sister on your behalf, but she seemed very angry and refused to accept it. She even said that she has no relation to the He family. Mom, does my sister not want to acknowledge us?"

Su Wan was wavering, but she easily believed He Yiyi's words.

"She...she really said that?"

She felt that He Yan was unreasonable and had no manners or upbringing.

The budding maternal love was instantly extinguished.

He Yiyi saw her mother's expression change, and a hidden malice appeared on her lips.

...

He Yan and Bo Siheng returned to the Bo family home.

At this moment, Bo Siheng suddenly felt very uncomfortable.

He Yan was about to get off the car first, but when she heard the voice behind her, she turned around in confusion.

Suddenly, Bo Siheng's tall figure pressed straight down on her.

He just happened to fall into her arms.

He Yan instinctively supported Bo Siheng.

"what happened to you?"