Forced marriage by a substitute bride? The spoiled son of a prominent Beijing socialite! His whole f

Bo Siheng hadn't expected himself to be so weak.

He tried to stand firm, but it felt like he was losing all his strength. The more he tried to leave, the closer he got to the ground.

"I'm sorry, I was rude."

This posture was too awkward and made him very embarrassed.

In particular, his nose was filled with the faint herbal scent emanating from He Yan.

Bo Siheng felt weak all over. At this moment, all his obsession with cleanliness and emotional barriers were nothing.

Are you having an attack or feeling unwell?

Compared to his discomfort, He Yan didn't seem to care.

She supported him with one hand, while secretly feeling his pulse with the other.

"Your body shouldn't be too tired. It's okay, I'll let you lean on me for a while."

Bo Siheng didn't know if it was the herbal scent on He Yan's body or the physical contact with her that made him react slowly.

By the time he realized what was happening, he was already hugging He Yan's waist.

"Thank you."

He sat up as if electrocuted, a flicker of emotion he himself didn't even realize flashing in his eyes.

His body was overloaded, and this movement made him even more dizzy.

In He Yan's slightly widened eyes, filled with surprise.

She saw him lunge at her again, weakened.

Then, she instinctively helped him up.

"..."

Besides embarrassment, there was also a hint of shyness.

"I didn't mean to, really..."

Bo Siheng's head bumped into He Yan's collarbone. The two were in an extremely intimate position. He froze because of embarrassment, and the tips of his ears turned red uncontrollably.

He couldn't think of anything to explain his seemingly inexplicable behavior.

At the same time, I was also a little worried that He Yan would be angry.

"It's okay, I understand. You just need to rest more right now."

He Yan knew he was unwell, but this happened twice in a row.

Especially since so many people were watching.

Her ears turned slightly red.

The butler, servants, and bodyguards were all shocked and surprised, never expecting the young master and young mistress to be so affectionate.

He Yan helped Bo Siheng as they were about to go inside.

Just then, a sports car drove up from not far away.

The middle-aged man who got out of the car looked somewhat similar to Bo Siheng, so they were obviously related.

"Si Heng, why aren't you coming home so late at night?"

He Yan turned around in confusion and felt a change in Bo Siheng's aura beside her.

She was surprised for a moment, but then she immediately understood.

"Second Uncle, why are you here so late?"

Bo Siheng used He Yan's support to make himself appear less weak.

Bo Yuanzhou had a smile on his face, but the shrewdness in his eyes could not be ignored.

He glanced at He Yan discreetly.

"Haha, I heard you got married and your second uncle wanted to come and see. When did this happen? Why didn't you tell us relatives?"

Bo Yuanzhou guessed that he was faking the marriage to bring good luck, just to shut up his relatives.

This made him suspect that Bo Siheng was already terminally ill.

"Si Heng, aren't you going to introduce her to me? This is the first time I've met my niece-in-law, I should at least get to know her."

No one wanted Bo Siheng to die more than him, so that everything in the Bo family would be his.

But he has persevered until now.

That's really tough!

"Second Uncle, this is He Yan, the daughter of the He family's pharmaceutical factory."

Bo Siheng was already feeling very unwell, but he couldn't let his second uncle know.

The family is in turmoil, and he has too many things to do.

"Hello."

He Yan remained calm and reached out to hug Bo Siheng's strong waist.

This gesture may seem intimate, but it's actually a way of supporting him when he knows he's not standing steadily.

Bo Siheng's back stiffened slightly, but he leaned on He Yan.

Bo Yuanzhou nodded, then deliberately probed and teased.

"These newlyweds have such a good relationship; they love to be all lovey-dovey no matter where they are."

"Don't you have a good relationship with your wife at home?"

He Yan's smile was an impeccable counterattack.

Bo Yuanzhou's expression changed slightly. He had long heard that the real He family's daughter was inferior to the fake one in every way, and now it seemed that his information was correct. This woman had no manners or upbringing at all.

He knew the old woman was desperate and wanted him to bring her good luck.

"Siheng, why can't you stand steadily even when you're leaning on your wife? Are you feeling unwell?"

Bo Yuanzhou approached tentatively with a smile.

He wanted to confirm whether Bo Siheng was at his limit.

“We just came back from a banquet. Mr. Bo just drank too much.”

He Yan took the initiative to get close to Bo Siheng.

"Even though alcohol is delicious, you should still know how to drink in moderation. Young people shouldn't ruin their health, or it won't be good."

When Bo Yuanzhou couldn't get any information out of him, he smiled meaningfully.

The so-called "chowry to bring good luck" is nothing but feudal superstition.

His eyes held a fervent and eager look, because he had secretly checked Bo Siheng's health and knew that within six months at most, as long as Bo Siheng died, he could take over the Bo family!

Even if the old woman doesn't like me, what can she do? She'll still have to obey her eventually.

As long as Bo Siheng dies!

Moreover, Bo Siheng must die!

"Second Uncle, if there's nothing else, please go back. Xiaoyan and I are going back to rest."

Bo Siheng composed himself and dismissed the guests with a blank expression.

My second uncle is a cunning old fox; if I stay with him long enough, he'll definitely see through me.

"Then your second uncle won't bother you young people any longer."

Bo Yuanzhou left with a fake smile.

Once he was sure the car had driven far away, Bo Siheng finally let out a sigh of relief.

His body suddenly swayed.

He Yan quickly caught him.

"Lean on my shoulder and follow me."

Bo Siheng noticed that He Yan seemed to be very nice to him, but he wasn't sure why.

Could this be what Lawyer Jiang meant by developing feelings?

He Yan escorted Bo Siheng back to his study, glancing at him as he would be sleeping there since they were to be separated after marriage; it was clearly not as comfortable as the master bedroom.

She turned back after leaving, carrying a sachet in her hand.

"You said the other day that you liked my scent, so I made you a sachet. You can smell it whenever you want."

Inside are the herbs she prepared, which have a calming and sleep-inducing effect.

"……Thanks."

Bo Siheng reached out and took it, feeling a little embarrassed when he saw He Yan's frank gaze.

He did indeed make a slip of the tongue that day.

but……

He smelled the sachet and indeed liked it.

"You're welcome. You should rest and take good care of yourself so that I won't be told I'll be a widow."

He Yan gave a very serious answer.

If others heard her say that, they would definitely think she was scheming.

But Bo Siheng knew that her saying this only proved that she didn't care about the Bo family's identity at all.

"it is good."

night.

Bo Siheng placed the sachet beside his pillow and slept very well.

So much so that when he woke up in the morning, he was still in a daze.

Since being poisoned a year ago, he has been tormented by the cold poison every night and has never had a full night's sleep.

The faint scent of herbs filled his nostrils, and before his mind was fully awake, he suddenly thought of He Yan's scent and how he had thrown himself into her arms twice the night before.

Her embrace... was fragrant and warm.

Bo Siheng has never been able to accept any woman getting close to him.

But he found that he didn't seem to dislike He Yan at all.

I even... find her very charming.

Suddenly, Bo Siheng snapped out of his shock.

He frowned, realizing that his body was reacting in ways he shouldn't be.

"Could it be because of He Yan?"

Bo Siheng immediately denied it in his mind.

This must be the lingering effect of his breaking his vow that night.

At this moment, Bo Siheng quickly got up and walked into the bathroom with slightly rapid and unsteady breathing.

I took a cold shower.