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

He Yan paused in her movements.

"Give me a reason."

She was very angry, and felt suffocated. It seemed that the children sensed it too, and they started to throw tantrums.

He Yan frowned and stroked her belly, trying to comfort them in her heart.

"Xiaoyan, are you feeling unwell? Is something wrong with the baby?"

Bo Siheng noticed He Yan's actions with his sharp eyes, and that one glance sent a jolt through him.

The conflicted expression on his face was replaced by worry.

Yes, what can't he and Xiaoyan say?

My love for her is real, my worry for her is real, and my desire to protect her is even more real.

"Listen to me, we must get a divorce. You need to be honest. Of course, I don't want you to misunderstand or be sad. Xiaoyan, only by getting a divorce can you avoid being hurt."

I know these two poisonings were a premeditated attempt to harm me. If you've stayed by my side, who knows when their scheme might fall on you.

Bo Siheng sat on the edge of the bed, reached out and hugged He Yan, pulling her into his arms.

His face was pressed against her abdomen, like a devout pilgrim.

He Yan looked down at him, her eyes also touched. She understood that this was Bo Siheng's way of expressing his love.

"You think Bo Yuanzhou is trying to harm you?"

She was more inclined to believe that Li Guanghui was the one who did it.

In order to deal with her.

Otherwise, He Yiyi's attitude wouldn't be so strange. She was only dubbed a "miracle doctor" by those who didn't know the truth on the internet because of Li Guanghui's praise behind her back. Where is her real skill?

Bo Siheng's voice came from below, sounding somewhat muffled.

"Besides him, I can't think of anyone else."

"maybe."

He Yan suddenly had an idea.

Both being rats in the gutter, Li Guanghui and Bo Yuanzhou liked to hide behind the scenes and resort to underhanded tricks.

It's not impossible that the two of them would join forces to deal with them.

"So you only divorced me to protect me?"

"Xiaoyan, I have a mouth and I can speak. The divorce is not because I don't love you, but because I love you too much. I don't want you to suffer any harm while you are by my side, otherwise I would be letting you down."

Bo Siheng raised his head, looking up at He Yan with an expression that suggested he was looking down at her.

He was not afraid to admit his weakness because He Yan was worthy.

"But you can be quite irritating with your words."

As He Yan lowered her head, she met Bo Siheng's deep eyes.

She knew she could understand him.

The Bo family members were all eyeing Bo Siheng covetously, hoping that something would happen to him so that they could divide up the Bo family's billions of assets after his death.

People who only know how to reap without sowing are like leeches sucking blood.

Bo Yuanzhou is even more insidious; he's a smiling tiger.

Being born into such a family was indeed his tragedy.

"So you think this is the only way to solve it?"

"This is the most useful thing. Only in this way can I confuse my opponent and then go all out."

Bo Siheng's smile always concealed sadness.

Whether he lived or died, at least he experienced all the beauty.

With He Yan around, he won't be lonely.

He would have no regrets if he could marry her, even if it was only for a short time.

"Bo Siheng."

He Yan sighed and cupped his face in her hands.

"Since you've confessed to me, I must tell you that I can cooperate with you to agree to a divorce, but this is all for your plan, and it's definitely not a reason for you to get rid of me."

I can also tell you definitively that I promised Grandma and Jingning that you wouldn't die, and I mean it.

She didn't want to get angry or misunderstand him at a time like this.

Since Bo Siheng wants to deal with Bo Yuanzhou, he must take action.

She also had to keep Li Guanghui in check and prevent him from taking advantage of any openings.

This way we can cooperate with each other without any worries.

"Don't trust He Yiyi, she can't save you, but I can."

He Yan could probably guess He Yiyi's purpose. Since she lost to her in the medicine competition, she couldn't rightfully become a divine doctor. She needed another, higher springboard to realize this plan.

Bo Siheng was the best candidate they chose.

But she won't give He Yiyi that chance.

Bo Siheng can only be cured by himself; no one else can take his place.

“She’s connected to the mole in the He family that I’m investigating. There’s a conspiracy involved, so we need to be wary of her.”

"Okay, I believe you."

Bo Siheng hugged He Yan even tighter.

Suddenly, his expression changed drastically, and he felt a metallic taste in his throat.

He hurriedly let go of He Yan, covered his mouth, and hid to the side.

He Yan quickly grabbed a trash can.

"Don't hold it in, just spit it out."

Almost simultaneously, Bo Siheng uncontrollably vomited large amounts of blood, but this blood was not the bright red it had been before; instead, it was a dark, murky red, as if it had brought out the toxins from his body as well.

Seeing this, He Yan's expression gradually relaxed.

She knew that the medicine had already achieved its maximum effect.

"Are you feeling better? Rinse your mouth."

Seeing that Bo Siheng had vomited almost nothing left, she hurriedly poured him some water.

"This is just the first step. The next part, where the medication will repair your damaged body, will be the most agonizing."

"It's... okay, I can handle it."

Bo Siheng drank some water and forced a reassuring look at He Yan.

He Yan helped him lie down.

"Then you should rest first; it will make you more comfortable."

"Xiaoyan, stay with me."

Seeing He Yan turn to leave, Bo Siheng quickly grabbed her hand.

A rare fear flickered in his eyes—fear that he might not wake up, and even more fear that he would never see her again.

"Let me take care of the trash first."

He Yan smiled reassuringly, then took everything Bo Siheng had vomited outside, quickly washed up, changed her clothes, and went to keep him company.

She knew Bo Siheng would be upset, but she didn't know he could endure it so well.

Bo Siheng felt a fine, stinging pain all over his body, making it impossible for him to dodge or escape.

He could only grit his teeth and bear it, not daring to even hug her tightly.

"Xiaoyan, I will have someone send out a notice tomorrow, but I hope you can stay here and not go back to the He family."

"I won't leave; we'll continue to work together."

Hearing Bo Siheng's suppressed, trembling voice, He Yan also took the initiative to hug him.

In just a moment, I felt the hand on my waist tighten.

Then came his trembling body.

"Bo Siheng, believe me, you will get better soon."

He Yan's voice was gentle and soothing. Bo Siheng felt the pain in his body, a thought flashed through his mind, and then, under the influence of the medicine, he gradually fell into a half-dream, half-awake state.

In his dream, he seemed to be back in the car on that rainy night.

The same uncomfortable, suffocating feeling enveloped him.

But as the car door opened, a cold sensation suddenly rushed in.

The familiar scent, those stubborn, lustful eyes in the darkness, and the kiss that took the initiative.

Suddenly, there was a flash of lightning and a clap of thunder.

Bo Siheng suddenly saw the person in front of him clearly.

It's He Yan!

He was startled and woke up instantly from his dream, only to find that it was already daylight outside.

"What's wrong? What did you dream about?"

Bo Siheng was panting heavily when he looked up and met He Yan's eyes.

"I……"

Why would he suddenly dream about that night again?

Is it because he loves He Yan too much that he subconsciously hopes it was her that night?