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

He Yan accepted the gift from the Bo family.

"As expected, she's from the countryside and has never seen the world. She likes all sorts of worthless things."

Tang Xiaoyue covered her mouth and chuckled softly. He Huijun was only pretending to stop her; in fact, her eyes were even more mocking.

The butler maintained a polite smile.

He felt that Miss He Yan didn't know how valuable the jade set was, but she would respect the old lady's wishes.

"Little Smoke".

At this moment, Old Master He walked over with faltering steps, grasped He Yan's hands, and reminded her with a hidden meaning in his words: "Today you are marrying into the Bo family and becoming the young mistress of the Bo family, but you will always be the third young lady of the He family."

The old man looked displeased when he saw that He Yan only had a backpack.

"These are all prepared for Xiaoyan."

To save face for the He family, He Zhengyuan and Su Wan specially bought a lot of designer clothes and bags.

"I have clothes."

He Yan glanced at it and didn't want it.

After she cured the founder of the C brand, that fashionable old lady sent her boxes and boxes of limited edition items every month, filling several wardrobes.

"Can you even call what you're wearing clothes? These are all classic designs from C&T."

Tang Xiaoyue mocked He Yan for not recognizing designer brands. Looking at her with envy, she could only flatter her, saying, "Sister Yiyi, these designer brands are more suitable for you to wear."

"Xiaoyue, don't talk nonsense. I won't take my sister's things."

He Yiyi smiled with a gentle and serene grace.

She wanted more!

"Grandpa, please take care of yourself."

He Yan stepped out of the He family home without greeting anyone else.

...

Bo Family Manor.

The surroundings were decorated in a festive manner.

He Yan got out of the car and saw servants lined up in two rows, respectfully greeting her: "Young Madam!"

This scene is truly grand and extravagant.

Bo Siheng walked towards us, wearing a turtleneck sweater and a coat, looking like he was from a different season than He Yan.

He glanced at the backpack that the maid had brought to He Yan.

"Is this all the luggage you have?"

"Well, that's enough."

He Yan stared at Bo Siheng and noticed that his expression was not good.

Bo Siheng kept his distance from her, feeling quite unfamiliar with his newlywed wife whom he was meeting for the second time.

"I'll take you to see Grandma."

The two entered the living room, where Madam Bo was already waiting.

"You're Xiaoyan? You're really pretty."

Madam Bo, with her white hair and custom-made cheongsam, was a kind and dignified old lady.

"Although there is no wedding ceremony today, Grandma will not let you suffer any grievances. If you need anything, just tell Grandma. This will be your home from now on."

The He family hesitated to agree to the marriage proposal because they were concerned about Si Heng's health. Fortunately, He Yan was willing to marry him.

Bo Siheng was also very curious.

He didn't want to make the wedding ceremony public, but he didn't expect He Yan to have no requirements for the wedding either.

He Yan glanced at Bo Siheng.

“He’s tall and handsome, I’m not wronged.”

Everyone said that marrying Bo Siheng meant becoming a widow, but he was lucky enough to survive.

"Xiao Yan, you have excellent taste!"

Madam Bo was overjoyed to hear this!

"Although Si Heng is 28, he's remained celibate and hasn't even touched a woman's hand. He's seven years older than you, but it's okay for a man to be a little older; he knows how to cherish his wife!"

"grandmother!"

Bo Siheng's past was exposed, and his already pale face darkened several shades.

Grandma Bo glared at him and continued speaking.

"Grandma doesn't want to hide it from you. The Bo family has few descendants. Si Heng's parents died early, and he is the only son in the Bo family. Now that you have registered your marriage, Grandma hopes that you can have children soon to carry on the Bo family line."

Madam Bo held He Yan's hands tightly, becoming more and more satisfied with the look.

She even grabbed Bo Siheng's hand and made them hold hands.

Skin to skin, Bo Siheng froze almost imperceptibly.

Suddenly, He Yan grabbed his hand and secretly felt his pulse.

"Don't worry, Grandma, I won't let you down."

Once she cures Bo Siheng, he can have as many children as he wants!

Bo Siheng's expression immediately became wary.

He Yan actually agreed to have his child with her grandmother?

If she deliberately steals He Yiyi's engagement, it means she has ulterior motives towards him, and he has to be on guard!

"Tonight is your wedding night, Grandma won't disturb you any longer."

Madam Bo eagerly awaited good news.

Immediately, Bo Siheng released his hand and took He Yan upstairs.

"From now on, you will live in the master bedroom, and I will live in the study."

His breathing was a little unsteady as he spoke, and he made a move to turn around and leave.

He Yan suddenly grabbed Bo Siheng's arm and said, "Take off your clothes first."

The medication she took that night could only suppress the toxicity; targeted treatment was still needed to detoxify her.

"what?"

Bo Siheng swayed and lost his balance.

He Yan immediately stepped forward, pulled down his collar, and saw that the skin on his chest was bluish-purple.

The cold poison he suffered from flare-ups occurred periodically, with the toxins attacking his heart and internal organs, becoming more severe with each attack.

Bo Siheng's expression changed drastically.

Isn't this woman being way too eager for him?!

The next instant, Bo Siheng used his arm to restrain He Yan.

He Yan dodged quickly, but she did not expect the disparity in strength between men and women. She was unable to break free for a moment and was instead held in his arms.

"He Yan".

Bo Siheng whispered in her ear to stop her.

"I married you because I needed a wife, but that doesn't mean I'll have a marital relationship with you, let alone have children."

He has a kind of emotional fastidiousness and hasn't been with a woman for many years.

Except for that night when he was under the influence of the drug in the car, which caused him to lose control and break his vow of abstinence!

He remembered that the woman had a very slim waist.

He Yan's waist is also very slender.

The tender memories that flashed through his mind immediately caused a subtle reaction in Bo Siheng's body.

"You'll regret it if you leave now."

He Yan narrowed her eyes and noticed that his body temperature was getting colder and colder.

Bo Siheng released his grip and covered the collar that He Yan had torn open.

He has always been a man of few desires, but now, why does he feel a sense of danger whenever he encounters a strange woman?

"He Yan, if you want to stay in the Bo family, you'd better behave yourself and not try anything funny with me."

Bo Siheng observed traditional male virtues on his wedding night.

Leaving the bedroom, he called Yu Cheng to fetch his private doctor.

He Yan went into the bathroom, filled the bathtub with cold water, and threw a pill into the water, which quickly turned dark green.

After arriving at the study, Yu Cheng hurriedly turned the air conditioner to its highest temperature, trying every possible way to keep warm.

When Bo Siheng had an attack, he couldn't even stand up straight. His body felt like it was in ice, so cold that it made him stiff to the bone.

He Yan pushed the door open and came in.

"Young Madam?"

Before Yu Cheng could react, He Yan helped Bo Siheng back to the bedroom.

When Bo Siheng was at his weakest, he didn't even have the strength to push her away.

"He Yan, what are you going to do?"

"I will not eat you."

He Yan took Bo Siheng to the bathroom, tested the water temperature, and then quickly took off his clothes.

But when she took off her pants, she clearly avoided eye contact, and her ears turned slightly red.

"You woman..."

Bo Siheng was furious and embarrassed, but he couldn't stop him, so he sat down in the bathtub.

Black, cold water surrounded and soaked his skin.

In an instant, it was as if a chill had gathered, so cold that his face turned pale, and he almost had to grit his teeth to endure it.

"Young Madam! Mr. Bo doesn't like to be touched casually, please don't do anything rash!"

Yu Cheng caught up from behind and saw that Master Bo was taking a cold shower when the poison took effect.

"Young Madam! Master Bo has his own doctor when he's not feeling well. You don't know his health condition. Master Bo is already sensitive to cold. If he soaks in cold water for a long time and then catches a cold, his condition will worsen and something bad will happen!"

"You talk too much."

He Yan frowned and stood in front of the bathroom door.

The situation is urgent; Mr. Bo's health is related to the entire Bo family.

"Young Madam, please forgive me!"

Yu Cheng had no choice but to intervene.

Unexpectedly, He Yan managed to evade Yu Cheng's attack. She bent her fingers and struck Yu Cheng's vital acupoints on his abdomen.

Even a strong and capable man like Yu Cheng was forced to his knees with half his body numb after He Yan neutralized his strength with just one move.

At this moment, Zhong Wenqian, the Bo family's private doctor, rushed over with his medical kit.

"Dr. Zhong, please take a look at Mr. Bo!"

Yu Cheng still couldn't stand up.

He Yan went into the bathroom and fed a pill to Bo Siheng.

Zhong Wenqian's expression changed drastically, and he shouted angrily, "What kind of medicine did you give Master Bo?! You don't even know his physical condition. Can you take responsibility if something happens?"

He was the one who treated Master Bo for the entire year. His body absolutely could not be given the wrong medicine, otherwise the poisoning would worsen.

"Yu Cheng, prepare the heater. I need to keep Master Bo warm before he receives treatment."

"I advise you not to touch him."

He Yan reminded her.

Suddenly, as if he had been holding back his anger to the extreme, Bo Siheng coughed up a mouthful of black blood.

He opened his eyes, and although he was immersed in cold water, his body temperature slowly rose.

In the past, each time the poisoning flared up, it was a long and agonizing ordeal. Why does it seem like I don't feel as cold and uncomfortable this time?