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"Aren't you happy that I came to see you off?"

He Yan stood there, exuding an incredibly powerful aura.

She was already of higher status than these rich girls; a single glance from her cold eyes was enough to make others avoid her like the plague.

Are you really being kind?

Tang Xiaoyue hid behind He Yiyi, feeling both fear and hatred.

"What do you think?"

He Yan tilted her head and smiled, her smile widening.

Tang Xiaoyue was startled and didn't dare to reply.

He Yiyi was originally the focus of attention, but He Yan stole all the spotlight as soon as she arrived.

She almost couldn't hide the hatred in her heart.

He Yan glanced at her, her smile laced with arrogance.

She didn't come to join in the fun to compete with He Yiyi for anything, nor was she interested in the socialite list; she simply didn't like He Yiyi.

The group of wealthy young ladies following He Yiyi came to their senses at this moment.

They already looked down on He Yan, and now they were laughing at her even louder.

"The contrast between the top and bottom of the list is simply spectacular! Such a rare sight must be recorded!"

The tech-savvy heiress immediately raised her phone and took a picture of He Yan.

For ordinary people like them, the only way to gain a foothold is to follow the top of the list.

But when she uploaded the photos to the forum, she was shocked.

"Why does He Yan's outfit look like a designer brand item from C brand's next season's pre-sale?!"

"It hasn't been released yet, has it? Where did she get it?"

Whether they were there in person or not, everyone was envious.

Moreover, only C-brand SVIPs are eligible to purchase this outfit, and only those with annual spending exceeding 500 million are eligible to apply for an SVIP status.

"Could He Yan be wearing a fake outfit?"

"It must be. It hasn't even been released yet, how could she possibly have bought it?"

They believe that just because they don't have it, others don't either, and that's the right way to think about it.

At this moment, the manager of the duty-free shop at Airport C noticed the forum and arrived just in time.

"Hello, Miss. You are our valued SVIP guest. If you need anything, please let me know. Would you like to come in and rest for a while? We have a private VIP lounge."

No one knows those pre-sale new products better than her.

The higher-ups have already issued a notice that anyone seen wearing these clothes must not be neglected.

Because it was a gift personally given by the brand's founder.

"Thank you, but not for now."

He Yan glanced sideways and smiled, politely declining.

"Okay, feel free to call me anytime you need anything."

Manager Lin left with great shrewdness.

He Yiyi bit her lip, her heart filled with jealousy at the comparison.

Those designer brands, jewelry, the flattering status, even the title of "Master Bo" should have all belonged to her.

Why does He Yan deserve all of this?

She is not reconciled.

He Yiyi couldn't help but speak in a sarcastic tone.

“As the young mistress of the Bo family, my sister is definitely different. With the Bo family’s status, those brands will definitely send their new products over in advance. We don’t have that kind of honor.”

The other daughters also thought this explanation was the most reasonable.

"Ha, in the end it all comes down to men. If you're so capable, wear designer brands on your own!"

"Exactly, we would never stoop to doing something so degrading."

He Yan could hear the sourness in He Yiyi's words.

She turned around, her eyes sharp.

Are you envious?

Feeling the oppressive gazes, the young ladies all fell silent.

Their understanding of Bo Xilai was still based on those horrifying rumors circulating outside, and they felt that He Yan's enjoyment came at a price. Compared to that, they couldn't accept it.

Only He Yiyi's jealousy and embarrassment were genuine.

She had to pretend just to save face.

"Sister, Xiaoyue must be overjoyed that you came to see her off."

Tang Xiaoyue was suddenly pulled out, her eyes shrinking back, not daring to look at He Yan at all.

No, why is she being dragged into this again?

Is it not enough that she doesn't participate?

"I'm...happy."

He Yan heard Tang Xiaoyue's voice, which sounded like she was about to cry.

She walked over and composed herself.

“I’m here today on behalf of Grandpa. You know he’s the one who most wants the He family to be united. So I’m here to tell you to behave yourself, reflect on your actions, and you’ll still have a chance to come back.”

She knew that He Yiyi wanted to continue using Tang Xiaoyue.

He Yan, unusually kind-hearted, raised her hand to touch Tang Xiaoyue's head, then slid it down to hold her wrist.

She lowered her eyes slightly, exuding an aura of power.

"So you need to know who you should be asking for help from the most."

After all, Tang Xiaoyue is stupid; if we don't expose her, she will continue to be used.

"Can...can you really help me?"

Tang Xiaoyue hunched her neck like a quail, her whole body tense.

But she suddenly looked up at He Yan, her eyes filled with expectation.

"of course."

He Yan was very satisfied with Tang Xiaoyue's enlightenment.

He Yiyi stood to the side, her hands clenched, her eyes filled with rage.

She felt that He Yan was using tricks to intimidate Tang Xiaoyue and was definitely not genuinely helping her.

But this would make it difficult for me to get her to do anything.

"Now that you've learned your lesson, I have something to give you."

He Yan turned around and took a woven bag out of the car.

"Pfft, she actually used such a cheap snakeskin bag to pack the gifts? Don't make me laugh."

"What does this prove? It just proves that He Yanren is also low-class!"

The young ladies around them were all laughing loudly.

They also created a real-time thread about what was happening here and posted it all on the forum.

In just half an hour, the number of views exceeded 10,000.

The comments below were all sarcastic.

He Yiyi was also stunned. Wasn't He Yan threatening Tang Xiaoyue just now?

Why does it look like they're trying to bribe her now?

He Yan ignored them and opened the bag directly.

Inside were thick winter clothes, as well as popular items from major brands.

The young lady who was filming the live video was dumbfounded.

"No, these things add up to over a million, how could she pack them all in a snakeskin bag?"

"Is that the point? The point is that these clothes are all designer brands!"

The young ladies stared, their eyes wide with amazement.

Of course, Tang Xiaoyue was the happiest of all.

Although she used to be considered a socialite, she was always compared and ridiculed because she could only wear ordinary brands at every party, while those people wore top designer brands.

"Sister He Yan, are all these for me?"

Tang Xiaoyue changed her attitude towards He Yan almost instantly.

"Take whatever you like."

He Yan smiled and said, "Sometimes, you don't need tricks or schemes to deal with enemies. All you need is the most ordinary and simple things."

"You can choose whichever you like."

She turned to look at the other young ladies, as if she had only given them small trinkets.

"We get a share too? Are you really going to send it? Don't just do it for show and then take it back later!"

Upon hearing He Yan's words, the young ladies were all eager to try.

"Did you see I brought someone with me when I went out to take pictures?"

He Yan's words directly exposed He Yiyi's pretentious pretense.

He Yiyi has been outshone ever since.

Now it's so sour it's made my teeth fall out.

"Sister has only just married into the Bo family and she's already spending money recklessly. Isn't she afraid of angering Master Bo?"

She felt it was an insult to put designer clothes in a snakeskin bag.

Moreover, it was an insult she couldn't casually utter.

He Yan glanced at her and saw that He Yiyi was both insanely jealous and pretending to be indifferent.

Doesn't she feel tired?

"Then do you want it?"

"...I don't pursue these things; as long as my sister likes it, that's fine with me."

He Yiyi's smile was full of sarcasm.

How could she not be angry?

Any item that He Yan randomly picked out would outshine hers.

He Yan looked at He Yiyi, her eyes filled with confident self-assurance.

She knew she had pushed He Yiyi to the limit.

"Really? Hmm, I can tell. You are indeed a person of quiet elegance who doesn't care about these things."

Their eyes met in the air.

He Yiyi: "..."

She was so angry she felt like she was going to grind her back teeth to powder!