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When Bo Siheng received He Yiyi's message, he was looking at the kitten brooch.

The kitten brooch isn't expensive; it's probably only a few hundred thousand.

But the weight in his hand was surprisingly heavy.

Just like the strange emotions he couldn't control about He Yan, it made him feel a bit suffocated.

He remained remarkably calm around He Yiyi.

Even knowing that she was his savior.

Bo Siheng had said that he could agree to He Yiyi's requests within reasonable limits, but he also remembered that He Yiyi had been specially invited to this collection appreciation event.

He immediately made a phone call to inquire.

"Yes, we have been informed that Mrs. Bo will be attending the tasting event."

After receiving a reply from the other party, Bo Siheng hung up the phone.

He felt that He Yan's sudden change of mind to attend must mean something was wrong.

Thinking of this, Bo Siheng replied to He Yiyi's message and rejected her.

"Yu Cheng".

"What are your orders, Mr. Bo?"

Yu Cheng immediately pushed open the door and came in, waiting for Master Bo's instructions.

"All afternoon meetings are cancelled. I'm going to [Haimingyuan] to attend a collection appreciation event."

Bo Siheng felt that since He Yan had gone, he should go too.

As her husband, he had a responsibility to support her.

the other side.

He Yiyi's face turned red with anger when she saw that Master Bo refused to make the recommendation.

"What's going on? Didn't Master Bo believe that I was the one who saved him that night? Why do I still have no importance in his heart? Did He Yan say something behind my back?"

She didn't understand, and was even more disappointed that she couldn't show off.

Just then, she saw He Yan come to the pharmaceutical research department to pick up something.

He Yiyi saw He Yan in the office; she was holding a medicated ointment for treating superficial skin wounds.

"This ointment hasn't sold for a long time and has been put away. How did she know?"

She was surprised, and always felt that He Yan was hiding a secret.

But what is that secret?

Why does she know so much about the He family?

He Yan seemed unaware that someone was following her.

She returned to the pharmacy, took out several kinds of medicinal herbs from the cabinet, and put them in the machine to extract the essence of the herbs.

He Yiyi frowned and kept secretly watching He Yan.

As a result, they saw He Yan remixing the useless ointment.

Seeing He Yan leave, she immediately went over to her.

"Does He Yan really understand pharmacology? What exactly is she trying to do?"

"Shouldn't I be the one asking you that?"

A cold voice suddenly rang out.

He Yiyi was startled and turned around in a panic. When she saw He Yan, she felt guilty.

"I...I'm just curious, what are you doing, sister?"

She pretended to be calm because she didn't want He Yan to know that she had secretly developed her medicine.

He Yiyi originally wanted to keep the medicine for herself, but she only had a small sample and couldn't make it at all.

They have neither talent nor ability.

He Yan glared sharply at He Yiyi, utterly disbelieving.

"What are you doing here?"

She had no liking for He Yiyi and had no intention of being polite to her.

"Since there's nothing else, go back to your place."

"Sister, I'm actually here to get some medicinal herbs for my research. I'm the head of the pharmaceutical research department, so it's perfectly normal for me to be here. Are you developing a new drug?"

He Yiyi didn't want to leave; she still wanted to investigate He Yan's secrets.

Even Master Bo praised the medicine last time, but she stole it from He Yan.

She wanted to truly possess it.

"Then go get your medicine. What are you staring at my workbench for?"

He Yan narrowed her eyes, her expression unwavering; she knew He Yiyi had something to hide.

Just then, He Huijun happened to pass by.

She rushed in to help.

"We're all family, why are we arguing again? Yiyi, your father wants to see you, come with me quickly."

He Huijun pulled He Yiyi away, not daring to confront He Yan at all.

He Yan watched the two figures as they walked away, her expression slightly somber.

An enemy in the open.

...

He Huijun pulled He Yiyi to a meeting room in an attempt to form a united front.

“Yiyi, your aunt has always treated you like a daughter. Xiaoyue has been forced to go abroad. At this time, we must unite and never let He Yan take over the power.”

"Aunt, I know you're good to me, and I'm also very sad about what happened to Xiaoyue."

He Yiyi's eyes flickered, and she immediately grabbed He Huijun's hand in return.

She must win over everyone she can.

"Don't worry, I will definitely find a way to bring Xiaoyue back. But first, we need to get rid of the obstacles. Aunt, now that my sister is married, she shouldn't be meddling in her family's affairs anymore."

"Of course, He Yan is a threat and absolutely cannot be allowed to stay."

He Huijun was unaware that she was being used by He Yiyi.

She felt like she had someone to rely on again.

...

night.

He Yan drove herself to the collection appreciation event hosted by Ye Qing.

As the name suggests, those are rare and limited-edition items that she painstakingly searched for and acquired from all over the world.

She has many connections in the industry, and people will give her face.

As soon as they entered, they saw Bo Siheng surrounded by people.

Standing there, tall and with long legs and an upright posture, he exuded an awe-inspiring presence that drew everyone's attention.

However, his furrowed brows and unapproachable expression made things less pleasant.

"Mrs. Bo, you've finally arrived."

When Bo Siheng saw He Yan, it was like seeing a savior.

His eyes were full of smiles, as gentle as a spring breeze melting snow, a completely different attitude from before.

When the others saw He Yan, they immediately knew better than to bother her.

He Yan chuckled slightly.

I didn't expect this man to be a socially awkward person.

“Mr. Bo, I remember someone saying this morning that they wouldn’t be attending.”

“It’s not because Mrs. Bo suddenly changed her mind. Today’s theme is collection appreciation. As Mrs. Bo’s largest private collection, of course I have to come and support you.”

Bo Siheng answered in a very serious manner.

He looked at He Yan, showing no embarrassment at being exposed.

"Pfft~ You're so tall, I can't hide from you."

He Yan couldn't help but burst out laughing.

She looked at Bo Siheng and felt that what he said didn't seem to make any sense.

"However, the collection is meant to be appreciated by others, and I can't bear to part with you."

He Yan teased him, going along with his words.

Even if she dared to push Bo Siheng out, I'm afraid no one else would dare to criticize him.

"Oh right, I happen to have my medicine with me."

He Yan pulled Bo Siheng into a semi-enclosed cubicle.

If you draw the curtain, no one will come in.

"Take off your clothes, and I'll apply some medicine to help you recover."

"it is good."

Bo Siheng obediently did as he was told.

He noticed that the ointment He Yan was holding had the He family's trademark on it.

The ointment was applied to the skin and felt cool and refreshing.

In just a moment, he felt that the areas that had been stinging after applying the acupoint patch earlier became very comfortable.

There is another location on Bo Siheng's abdomen.

Without thinking, He Yan ripped off his shirt completely.

She bent down and carefully applied the medicine to him.

But this posture made Bo Siheng a little nervous.

Especially when he felt He Yan's hand slide across his skin, he froze and dared not move.

How do you know so much about acupoints?

He Yan had just finished applying the medicine when she heard his words, so she looked up and blinked.

"I don't know."

She blatantly denied it.

With her hand still on his abs, she became even bolder in her teasing.

"Applying medicine to you is secondary; I actually wanted to test the feel of my hands."

A hint of panic flashed in Bo Siheng's eyes.

He hurriedly grabbed He Yan's hand, his ears turning red.

"Mrs. Bo, don't do anything rash!"

A sly glint flashed in He Yan's eyes.

How could he be so easily fooled?

Suddenly, voices came from outside, and the curtains covering the area were pulled back.

"Mr. Bo, Mrs. Bo? Are you inside?"