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

Bo Siheng immediately guessed He Yan's intention in doing so.

He looked at his wife with pride, his expression full of doting affection.

Even if I really become just a supporting character, I'm willing to accept it.

"Things are valued for their rarity; that's the meaning of collecting."

He Yan smiled arrogantly; she didn't care about what others felt sorry for but couldn't have.

Anyway, she has the formula and can develop it again at any time.

Everyone present thought she was crazy.

However, they also realized that the current collectible value of this bottle of perfume has indeed reached ten million.

Because the 'Qingxi' perfume is already out of print.

"What a tragedy! It collapsed so suddenly, it's such a pity."

Some wealthy women felt incredibly sorry for her.

The entire banquet hall was filled with a rich yet not cloying fragrance, like a hundred flowers blooming in competition, as if one were in an endless flower garden. It truly lived up to its name, "Hundred Flowers Melody".

Some people even went to the vicinity of the sewers to scent their clothes.

Ye Qing looked at He Yan, seemingly wanting to say something but then stopping herself.

She felt heartbroken but also felt that He Yan had the confidence to do this.

Her identity must be very powerful; at least, she doesn't seem to need the aura of being the young mistress of the Bo family.

Qi Lihai was the most furious.

He paid a deposit but couldn't afford to buy it, losing two million for nothing.

"He Yan, you're really great."

"Thanks for the compliment."

He Yan smiled arrogantly, remaining completely unyielding.

Some wealthy women who had not initially participated in the mockery also spoke up to defend justice.

They thought He Yan's personality was very cool and refreshing.

"I don't think Mrs. Bo is like what's being said outside, going to the Bo family for money to bring good luck."

"Exactly, I think so too. The tacit understanding between the two of them is something only a real married couple would have."

Bo Siheng felt inexplicably happy after hearing what they were saying.

He looked at He Yan and felt especially proud.

"Although my wife and I have not been married for long, we are very compatible in every way. She is the best partner, and our marriage is in the best state."

To dispel the rumors of a marriage intended to bring good luck, his holding He Yan's hand was the best way to show his support.

He Yan looked surprised and secretly leaned closer to him, her eyes filled with a hint of mockery.

"All aspects? It doesn't seem like all of them, does it?"

She knew he didn't know what happened that night, so it was a secret only for her.

Unexpectedly, in order to protect her, he publicly displayed affection for her.

Bo Siheng looked at He Yan, his eyes immediately darting away uncomfortably.

He guessed what she meant.

He suggested a marriage of convenience, but that was his idea at the time.

Even now, he himself is unsure whether he will change his mind in the future.

Qi Lihai was the most unconvinced.

He was not only overshadowed, but also ripped off, and he couldn't swallow this insult no matter what.

At that moment, he remembered that his father had a treasured ancient painting.

"Don't be fooled by He Yan. These rare perfumes are just for women and aren't worth much. My collection is what's valuable!"

Once it's brought out, it can crush everyone.

What is the Bo family anyway?

"Everyone knows Dong Qichang, right? I have his 'Eight Views of Late Spring' in my hand."

Qi Lihai directly uploaded the photos he took on his phone to the big screen.

For a moment, gasps of amazement filled the air.

"Young Master Qi, you actually have Dong Qichang's Eight Views Painting?"

"That's a priceless ancient painting worth over 200 million!"

People who know and appreciate calligraphy and painting immediately gathered around and showered Qi Lihai with compliments.

Those who were dismissive just moments ago have now become opportunists.

"Young Master Qi, would you have the honor of giving me a tour?"

"It seems that Young Master Qi is a low-key person!"

Qi Lihai grinned smugly, looking at Bo Siheng and He Yan with an arrogant expression.

Compared to that, the perfume is simply not worth mentioning.

Bo Siheng's eyes flickered slightly, and he looked at the big screen. The painting was indeed very valuable for collection.

"Does Young Master Qi really have the Eight Views Map?"

"Why is Mr. Bo interested? It's a pity, I don't plan to bring it out."

Qi Lihai wasn't completely brainless; he knew that it was something his father cherished.

He was just angry and deliberately said it to provoke Qiao Yan.

He Yan saw the hope in Bo Siheng's eyes.

She was also quietly confirming with him.

Do you like this painting?

"It's Grandma's favorite. If Qi Lihai is willing to pay, the amount of money is not a problem."

Bo Siheng's most cherished person is his grandmother. If a painting can make her happy, then it's all worth it.

"Okay, if you put it that way, I'll definitely help you."

He Yan smiled brightly, her eyes radiating confidence and composure.

If Grandma likes it, then the painting is indeed valuable.

"Young Master Qi, I'll use the two million deposit I just made in exchange for you coming to visit my art exhibition."

"He Yan, don't try to fool me. Two million isn't enough."

Qi Lihai got angry when he heard He Yan's words; that was his money!

"Oh, I wasn't as coy as you were when I took out my perfume, Second Young Master. Could it be that you didn't have any at all? Are you just trying to get everyone's attention because you don't want to be overshadowed?"

He Yan crossed her arms and deliberately provoked him with her words.

Seeing Qi Lihai's flushed face, Zhang Qian instantly took the bait.

She wasn't willing to give up either, so she joined in the commotion.

"Baby, show it to her and slap them in the face!"

"If Young Master Qi can really produce the painting, I, Bo, will indeed have to admit defeat. I just don't know if it's real or not, and I hope it's not just a hoax."

Bo Siheng deliberately sighed, his expression revealing his predicament.

He Yan also cooperated with him, deliberately praising him to his detriment.

"No way, Young Master Qi was so confident, how could he lie?"

"Alright, I'll show you and convince you!"

Qi Lihai, as expected, couldn't resist the provocation and immediately called to have the painting delivered.

Eight bodyguards stood ready, preventing anyone from getting close.

The sheer scale of it made it seem like a national treasure had been delivered.

Everyone present craned their necks to see.

"So, are you convinced now?"

Qi Lihai received those shocked and flattering gazes, and his vanity swelled to its peak.

However, He Yan's words poured cold water on his enthusiasm.

"This painting is fake."

She wasn't questioning or doubting, but affirming.

"You know nothing! What makes you think this painting is fake?"

Qi Lihai was instantly ignited.

"Dong Qichang's landscape painting style is fine, but the signature is fake. The genuine signature is stamped on the bottom layer of the paper, while this one is on the top layer and has no anti-counterfeiting mark."

"It's easy to find out if it's true or false."

Ye Qing immediately invited the antique experts present.

The experts examined the specimens carefully with a magnifying glass and eventually came to a conclusion.

"This is definitely a fake."

Qi Lihai was truly dejected; he hadn't expected the old man to buy a fake painting.

Moreover, it was He Yan, whom he looked down upon, who exposed him.

But he couldn't let go of his pride, so he could only pretend that nothing had happened.

"Sigh, this is all my father's fault. He doesn't understand painting, so he got scammed."

The wealthy woman who had spoken up for He Yan earlier was also very curious.

She turned to He Yan and asked, "How does Mrs. Bo know how to identify ancient paintings? Have you had any experience with them before?"

He Yan composed herself slightly, offering no explanation.

She has not only come into contact with them, but has also repaired many of them.

Therefore, she can tell at a glance whether those things are real or fake.

Bo Siheng was also very curious. He looked at He Yan, his eyes filled with a variety of emotions.

Everything about her is so mysterious.

He even felt a sense of thrill and excitement, like he was digging for treasure.

But he was even more looking forward to it.

His wife, Mrs. Bo, is truly a woman of great hidden depths!