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The driver and bodyguards arrived quickly.

After picking up the two, he returned to the Bo family home as quickly as possible.

He Yan is staying in the master bedroom that Bo Siheng gave up. Although the expiration date is only three months, she still put all the medicines she needs in there, just in case.

The master bedroom is very large, divided into two rooms, an outer room and an inner room. The outer room is a small living room with a door connecting to the walk-in closet.

The inner room is a spacious bedroom with a private bathroom.

A huge floor-to-ceiling window reflects the meticulously maintained garden below.

He Yan sat on the sofa stool by the window, applying medicine to herself.

At that moment, Bo Siheng knocked on the door from the outside.

He wasn't feeling well himself, but he was thinking about He Yan's sprained ankle and rushed over to see her.

"Do you need my help?"

"Hmm? No need, I'll just apply some medicine."

He Yan looked up in surprise, quite taken aback.

"Why didn't you take a rest?"

"Is your foot alright? Let me apply some medicine for you."

Instead of answering, Bo Siheng asked a question, noticing the scattered medicinal herbs beside He Yan and the ointment she seemed to have just mixed, which she was applying to herself with her legs bent backward.

He walked over and naturally took the ointment from her hand.

"Really, you don't need to... why are you..."

Before He Yan could finish speaking, her eyes suddenly widened.

She knew that Bo Siheng had severe mysophobia, but he massaged her without hesitation.

A slight tingling sensation came from my ankle.

She saw that Bo Siheng had his head down and his eyes were full of focus.

She used to get injured often, and her junior brothers would try to help her but she would refuse, so they didn't dare to be presumptuous.

When facing Bo Siheng, He Yan found that her words no longer had any effect.

"You were hit so hard, your feet are all bruised, why didn't you cry out in pain?"

Bo Siheng held He Yan's feet and massaged them very gently.

He was also surprised by her excessive strength.

"It's okay, it doesn't hurt too much."

He Yan didn't take the minor injury to heart; in fact, she was used to it.

She knew the medicine she was preparing; she would be fine tomorrow.

"Thank you for your help tonight, my husband is really useful."

"Actually, I wasn't much of a help."

Only then did Bo Siheng look up and meet He Yan's gaze.

There was a hint of self-mockery in his eyes.

Because of the effects of the cold poison on his body, he was unable to do many things he wanted to do.

Like today, he felt very uncomfortable just carrying her on his back.

"Don't say that, you're very useful."

He Yan knew that Bo Siheng was bothered by her frail health, so she earnestly tried to comfort him in her own way.

"You're handsome, rich, and have a great physique; I wonder how many people are eyeing you!"

No one is perfect, and he is beyond the reach of most people.

"I find you quite pleasing to the eye."

"..."

Bo Siheng almost lost control of his emotions.

So, is she also eyeing him?

He Yan's straightforwardness made his heart race uncontrollably.

"Alright, you get some rest, I'm leaving."

Bo Siheng seemed to be fleeing in panic, and hurriedly returned to his study.

His palms were still warm, whether from the medication or from his own perception, it was hard to tell.

"It seems like this is actually quite good in the final moments."

He Yan was like a ray of sunshine, dispelling the chill that surrounded him.

Bo Siheng dared not let his mind wander.

But ever since he broke the rule, he seems to have become out of control.

"All I can do is to provide her with some security in my remaining limited time."

...

The next day, He Yan did not go to the pharmaceutical factory.

She needs to process the information she found last night and take a break.

There is a huge flower trellis in the garden, with tables and chairs placed underneath, providing a comfortable place to relax.

At this moment, Bo Siheng brought over a cup of fruit tea.

Is your foot alright?

"Yes, it doesn't affect my walking anymore."

He Yan accepted the fruit tea with a faint smile on her face.

"Aren't you going to the company today?"

"I didn't sleep well last night, so I'll follow Mrs. Bo's advice and rest at home today."

Bo Siheng also sat down on a chair nearby.

It seems that after last night, he suddenly had a breakthrough.

He realized that some things, while there's still time and people around, are worth slowing down.

He has come to accept his fate with equanimity.

"Very obedient."

He Yan chuckled and didn't refute.

She was also planning in her mind when to schedule his next treatment.

The two chatted and laughed in the garden, which inexplicably made the butler, who was in charge of observing and recording, feel a connection with them.

"How could we not report such a wonderful time to the old lady?"

The housekeeper immediately reported to Madam Bo.

"Ah Heng has actually started spending time with Xiao Yan on his days off. It seems he's finally getting it."

Madam Bo smiled so much that her eyes narrowed into slits.

...

Zhong Wenqian came over to examine Master Bo.

"Mr. Bo, how have you been feeling lately after taking your medicine?"

"It doesn't seem to be as effective as the previous medication."

Bo Siheng took the medication for several days, but did not experience the same noticeable effect as after the first treatment.

He found it strange; the medicine for the abrasions had worked very well before.

"How could this happen? It shouldn't be like this."

Zhong Wenqian couldn't understand it; this meant that Bo Xilai's treatment had come to a standstill.

He looked at He Yan with a wary look in his eyes, clearly worried that she might do something reckless.

He Yan gave him a cool glance, her eyes dangerous.

"Why don't you just call me by name?"

Zhong Wenqian was immediately speechless.

"I also think you gave him the wrong medicine, I need to get it checked."

He Yan crossed her arms, thinking that Old Zhong had given birth to a stupid son.

"You don't understand, what's the point of watching?"

Zhong Wenqian immediately refused; he didn't believe He Yan.

He Yan raised an eyebrow, her expression utterly arrogant.

"Whether I understand or not is none of your business. Can't I look at it from the perspective of Mrs. Bo?"

When Bo Siheng heard how she addressed him, he pursed his lips and smiled.

"Yeah, I agree."

Zhong Wenqian was shocked. Had He Yan secretly drugged him?

Why does Master Bo listen to her so much?

He Yan actually saw the medicine He Yiyi gave Bo Siheng. Those were just health supplements, which had no effect on his body, but of course, they wouldn't do any harm either. Otherwise, she would have stopped her long ago.

She will remain calm until the matter is fully investigated.

"The medical school will arrange for one student to participate in a project at He's Pharmaceutical Factory. Could you take him with you?"

Remembering the arrangements made by the medical school, Zhong Wenqian took the initiative to talk to He Yan.

"can."

He Yan didn't care; she wasn't a researcher and had plenty of time.

Bo Siheng suddenly asked, "Was that student male or female?"

"A man," Zhong Wenqian answered without thinking.

He belatedly observed Master Bo's expression, only to find that everything about him seemed perfectly normal.

Zhong Wenqian was puzzled. Why did he feel that Master Bo was angry?

The next day.

For the first time ever, He Yan wore a skirt when she went out.

Bo Siheng stared intently, feeling very uncomfortable, his expression stiff.

Why are you dressed differently today? Is something the matter?

"I'm going to see a very important person today."

He Yan chuckled softly, straightened her skirt, seemingly unaware of his odd behavior.

Bo Siheng lowered his eyes and followed her out without saying a word, but in his heart he misunderstood that He Yan was there to see those two students.

While in the car, He Yan keenly noticed that his breathing was off.

"Don't get angry for no reason, it's more likely to harm your health."

Yu Cheng, in the passenger seat, looked shocked as he observed Bo Xilai through the rearview mirror.

"Is Mr. Bo angry? What's he angry about?"

How come he can't see anything?

Bo Siheng felt a little embarrassed and ashamed when He Yan exposed him.

He has been inexplicably out of control of his emotions since yesterday, but he doesn't want to admit it.

"No, you saw it wrong."

Yu Cheng glanced at the young mistress's helpless yet suppressed laughter, and then at Master Bo's deliberately averted gaze and uneasy expression, and suddenly realized what was going on.

The young mistress was right; Master Bo is angry.

But why?