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the next day.

He Yan doesn't have to go to work, so she rarely stays in bed.

She checked her phone for unread messages and found that besides An'an's messages, the majority of them were harassing phone calls from various numbers made by Old Man Zhong.

"Truly persistent."

Without hesitation, she blocked those unfamiliar numbers again.

He Yan, a girl addicted to the internet, lay in bed playing for another half hour before getting up.

"Butler! Please prepare a breakfast for me."

He Yan thought Bo Siheng had already left, so she didn't change her clothes and went downstairs in her favorite cat pajamas, showing a rare return to her girlish liveliness.

As soon as she came downstairs, she saw Bo Siheng sitting on the sofa in a suit and tie.

Why didn't you go to the company?

Their eyes met, and he looked bewildered and surprised.

Bo Siheng had never seen He Yan so relaxed. In the past, no matter where she was or who she was facing, she was always calm, composed, and arrogant.

But today's scene, with its stark contrast, had a strong impact on him.

The air was quiet for a moment.

He Yan suddenly realized what was happening and instinctively wanted to turn around and go upstairs.

But after taking a couple of steps, I felt a bit pretentious.

She simply walked over and sat down next to Bo Siheng.

"Are you waiting for me? Is there something wrong?"

"Okay, I'll apply the medicine for you while I wait."

Bo Siheng let out a soft laugh.

The more he got to know He Yan, the less aloof she seemed when they first met.

On the contrary, I find her kind of cute.

He Yan touched her forehead and couldn't help but laugh.

"Mr. Bo, my wound will heal if I don't apply medicine soon."

"I had a responsibility to protect you, and it's true that I failed to do so."

Bo Siheng looked at He Yan, his eyes still hiding a strange emotion that he himself was unaware of.

He Yan's expression showed a hint of surprise.

She was the one who helped them when they encountered danger several times before.

Who is protecting whom in the end?

Bo Siheng frowned, thinking she was still angry.

"you are not willing?"

He Yan found it a little funny; Bo Siheng was just too serious.

But seeing that he had waited for her all morning, she couldn't bear it and could only coax him.

"Yes, yes, I'm willing. Didn't I tell Grandma Bo yesterday that I'd give you a chance to turn over a new leaf? I'm waiting to see how you do."

Bo Siheng felt a little embarrassed, thinking that He Yan's perfunctory attitude was quite obvious.

Even so, the tips of his ears turned red uncontrollably.

He picked up the first-aid kit that had been prepared beforehand, applied the medicine to He Yan again, and then went out.

on the car.

Bo Siheng thought about his time with He Yan, and unconsciously curled his lips into a smile.

It was a comfortable distance; she had her own boundaries and would cooperate with him to avoid worrying her grandmother.

Similarly, he no longer had a germaphobia when facing He Yan, and he no longer found her presence annoying.

Habits are a terrible thing.

However, Bo Siheng himself did not realize it.

During this period, he surprisingly felt less sensitive to the cold.

He even wondered if he was poisoned to the point of a final burst of energy before death, but then he thought of the medicine He Yiyi had brought over, and felt that it must finally be working.

No one wants to accept death, and he was even less willing.

But when he saw the acupoint patches that He Yiyi had given him, his brows furrowed again.

His relationship with He Yiyi is unfair to He Yan and also disrespectful to his married status.

Yu Cheng sat in the passenger seat and saw Bo Xilai smiling and frowning at the same time.

He had a horrifying feeling about him.

What's going on with Mr. Bo?

...

After finishing her rather late breakfast, He Yan went for a walk in the garden.

She really liked the Bo family's garden, especially sitting in the lounge chair playing on her phone.

To others, she was just an internet addict.

In fact, He Yan was watching the real-time monitoring of the herb garden. She needed to keep track of the growth of the herbs she was cultivating so that she could promptly detect and deal with any issues.

Just then, she suddenly received a call from her junior colleague at the park.

"Junior sister, where are you staying now? You have nowhere to put your clothes, can I bring them to you?"

He Yan chuckled helplessly; the old lady from that brand was far too domineering.

However, she realized that she hadn't brought anything with her when she came to the Bo family, and some of her usual belongings were still there.

"Then please bring it over, and also bring me some other things while you're at it."

"okay!"

The junior apprentice immediately agreed happily.

Although my junior sister is very serious, she's actually quite nice when she's not serious!

afternoon.

He Yan heard the butler's announcement.

It must be my junior brother He Mingyu who has come.

In the lawn.

He Mingyu sat on the tractor, one hand supporting his chin and the other foot resting on the front crossbar.

A trailer with several woven bags was attached to the back of the tractor.

The butler wore a formulaic smile.

"Mr. He, please wait a moment, the young mistress will be down shortly."

"It's alright, it's only right that I wait for her."

He Mingyu didn't mind at all, acting as if they were old friends.

The servants stared in shock as a tractor drove in, their eyes widening in disdain.

"I heard this is a friend of the young mistress from before. They're so poor."

They wondered to themselves if the young mistress was trying to gain benefits for the He family.

Her poor relatives came knocking on her door so quickly.

"No, no, look at the watch he's wearing. It looks like Mr. Bo has the same model. It must be an expensive one."

"But he was driving a tractor, which doesn't make him look rich."

The servants watched with curiosity and surprise.

Of course, there were also complaints.

"The lawn is all damaged, and we'll have to spend time repairing it."

At this moment, He Yan also changed her clothes and came downstairs.

She was wearing a Chinese-style long gown with a slanted collar, and her long hair was casually tied up with a wooden hairpin, making her look both aloof and imposing.

"Why did it take you so long to arrive?"

"Junior, Junior Sister!"

He Mingyu, who had been quite casual, immediately became reserved.

He jumped out of the car, his head bowed slightly, utterly respectful.

"I just finished delivering a shipment. Your place is too far away; it took me more than three hours to drive here!"

He Mingyu had intended to liven up the atmosphere, but upon seeing his junior sister's expression, he immediately abandoned the idea.

Even the butler was shocked to see such a bizarre scene.

The person who was just chatting and laughing freely, why does he act like a mouse seeing a cat when he sees the young mistress?

Oh! The young mistress really did have a cat embroidered on her dress.

The butler immediately understood.

The young mistress is truly skilled at managing her subordinates!

This scene seems familiar, like I've seen it before at Bo Xilai's place.

"Well, don't neglect things at home. Now that the things have been delivered, you should go back immediately."

He Yan nodded slightly, her face still showing a serious expression.

He Mingyu's expression fell, but he dared not disobey.

"Okay, I'll be going now."

The woven bag was taken down by the maid and carried upstairs.

He Mingyu also noticed that the lawn was damaged. Fearing that his junior sister would scold him, he immediately took a potted plant from the car.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't notice. Consider this my apology."

He dared not stay any longer because his junior sister's aura was too strong.

"Thank you, thank you. You are the young mistress's friend, so there's no need to be so polite."

The housekeeper, a flower lover, could tell at a glance that this was a rare orchid, precious and difficult to cultivate.

He Mingyu said goodbye to He Yan before leaving.

"Junior Sister, I'm leaving."

"Ah."

He Yan simply responded with a single tone.

She knew that her junior brothers were afraid of her, but their respect for her was genuine.

The housekeeper looked at the orchid in his hand, his excitement evident on his face.

Driving a tractor, yet able to easily give away valuable flowers.

What is his background?

What is the identity of the young mistress who is respectfully addressed as Junior Sister?

That's definitely not simple!