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

A kiss was more like the trigger of some mechanism, allowing Bo Siheng to turn the tables and take the initiative.

He held He Yan in his arms, unable to contain his excitement.

"Xiaoyan, I love you, you're mine!"

All her anxieties were easily resolved by her initiative.

Bo Siheng accepted his anxieties without much backbone, but as long as he had this belief, he was no longer afraid.

Nothing excites him more than the approval of the woman he loves.

This is the sublimation of their relationship, and even more so, his affirmation of his place in He Yan's heart.

"Yes, you're mine."

He Yan's eyes crinkled; she was astonished by the contrast in Bo Siheng's demeanor.

The emotions that surged forth were intense and passionate.

She felt that if she didn't make things clear, he would continue to suppress his feelings, and what was clearly a beautiful relationship would become a source of inner turmoil because of his doubts about her.

He Yan understood that this was Bo Siheng's attitude, and it reflected his whole heart.

"Bo Siheng, have I ever told you that you are also my only one?"

Between kisses, He Yan cupped his face in her hands.

She knew very well that her acceptance of this relationship was actually a premeditated and predetermined decision.

A feeling of being moved doesn't come suddenly; it's a gift from fate.

So don't doubt yourself.

"Xiao Yan..."

Bo Siheng gasped sharply, his eyes trembling.

As if in response, his heart pounded even harder, expressing his love for He Yan.

He caught He Yan's lips precisely, and could no longer restrain himself.

"Well……"

He Yan lost her footing and took a step back, bumping into the dressing table behind her and knocking over several bottles. She instinctively wrapped her arms around Bo Siheng's neck to steady herself.

Bo Siheng quickly grabbed He Yan, practically lifting her up in his arms.

The moment they were close together, their breathing became disordered.

"Xiao Yan, how can I resist when you're teasing me like this..."

He released all the pent-up emotions in his heart at once, and all he wanted was to find a place where he could hold them.

For He Yan, it was a daily, unwavering attraction.

It was a complete and honest confession, from body to soul, imbued with unwavering faith.

But the thought of He Yan being four months pregnant made Bo Siheng's Adam's apple bob. He wanted to but dared not, but he was already on the verge of losing control, and even restraint became more agonizing.

He Yan felt a little breathless from his kisses, and her mind went blank.

Did she fall for this man's charm again?

On the surface, he was provoked by Lu Yanzhe, but in reality, he just wanted to trick her into coming back to be with him.

But the physical touch startled her awake.

He Yan blushed and pushed him away.

"Bo Siheng, you again... won't you really cause problems if you keep doing this?"

"I...I'm fine. It's late, Xiaoyan, you should get some rest."

Bo Siheng turned his back, struggling to calm his breathing. His mind cleared up after He Yan's rejection. Just a moment ago, he almost thought he was losing control.

But the reality is that he can't calm down at all.

He Yan noticed his earlobes were bright red and found it inexplicably funny.

Actually, she knew that several times when Bo Siheng thought she was asleep and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

“Bo Siheng, from a doctor’s perspective, I don’t recommend that you endure it.”

She felt that Bo Siheng was too tolerant.

But then I thought, his feelings are so pure, and he would never do anything reckless without my permission.

He Yan felt a little touched, which made her feel even more that he was worth it.

"Xiaoyan, stop talking."

Bo Siheng was both embarrassed and ashamed, never expecting to be in such a humiliating situation.

He was a little annoyed, so he simply rolled over and lay down.

He Yan couldn't help but laugh, and then went a step further and sat down on the edge of the bed.

“Bo Siheng, I’m serious. It’s bad for your health to keep enduring this. It’s best to take care of it yourself. If you have any trouble, I can lend you a piece of clothing.”

"..."

Bo Siheng's expression changed.

He turned to look at He Yan, who was still smiling mockingly.

"Madam seems to feel sorry for me? Actually, there's no need to go to such lengths. I have another way."

Bo Siheng narrowed his eyes, his expression dangerous, with a hint of gritted teeth.

He Yan was startled by his gaze and became inexplicably wary.

"You want to do..."

Before she could finish speaking, Bo Siheng grabbed her wrist. In a moment of stunned silence, she was suddenly pulled onto the bed and trapped in his arms.

"Bo Siheng, you can't do this, I'm pregnant."

He Yan had never seen him look at her like that before; it was as if he were looking at prey.

Bo Siheng grabbed He Yan to prevent her from escaping and kissed her.

"Madam, please have pity on me."

As he spoke, he reached out and pulled the blanket over them, covering them both and blocking out the ambiguous atmosphere in the room.

Before He Yan could say anything, he hugged her tightly.

The close contact through their clothes made her eyes widen.

Can you still play like this?

……

He Yan felt like she might be going crazy.

How could she allow Bo Siheng to do this? She must have been bewitched by his charm.

"Bo Siheng, you might as well go take a shower!"

"Xiaoyan, I love you so much."

Bo Siheng embraced her, smiling like a fox.

His little cigarette accepted his feelings wholeheartedly and tolerated everything about him. Her sincerity and every reaction she showed made him even more unable to extricate himself.

Even this alone made him incredibly content, as if his heart had returned to its home.

He Yan glared at him, wanting to say something but not knowing how, and finally could only manage to utter a single sentence.

“… disgusting.”

He was so proud and so happy.

It seemed that any response from her could make him ecstatic.

Is this what it feels like to be favored?

He Yan witnessed this man's emotions firsthand, and found them to be far more complex than she had imagined.

This is the result of four months of gradual accumulation.

It was her emotional growth and the harmony between her and his soul.

"Let go, I want to sleep."

He Yan was a little annoyed and didn't want to give him a friendly look.

She simply broke free from his embrace, turned over, and moved far away from him.

"Okay, thank you for your hard work, Madam."

Bo Siheng smiled and leaned over to kiss the tip of her ear.

He Yan's response was to throw off the blanket and hide inside, refusing to listen to anything he said.

In the bedroom, where the lingering ambiguity had faded, only Bo Siheng's hoarse laughter remained.

***

He Yan woke up very late in the morning.

However, it seems that the servants of the Bo family have all adjusted their working hours, with everything revolving around He Yan.

After having breakfast, she was about to return to the He family home.

"Xiaoyan, I don't know much about Li Guanghui's situation, but I know he's definitely more dangerous than Bo Yuanzhou, so you have to be careful and don't make me worry."

Bo Siheng was reluctant to let He Yan leave, or rather, he had tasted the sweetness of success.

His eyes held a dark, alluring quality.

He Yan patted his chest with amusement.

"Mr. Bo, don't push your luck. We're in the cooling-off period for divorce now."

She retreated to a safe distance a second before Bo Siheng reached out his hand.

Bo Siheng looked helpless, but his eyes showed indulgence.

He was in a good mood because his emotions had found the most fulfilling support.

"Okay, I understand. Take care on your journey, Madam."

After seeing He Yan off, his gaze instantly darkened.

After sending a message to He Yiyi, Bo Siheng went out.

He needs to verify who his real savior is.