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

He Yan frowned and glanced back at He Muzhe, her lips twitching.

She felt goosebumps all over her body.

However, she also knew that He Yiyi was deliberately trying to sow discord in front of Bo Siheng, hoping to make him misunderstand her.

"He Yiyi, it's such a waste of your talent that you're not acting."

He Yan pouted and looked at Bo Siheng.

To deal with a green tea bitch, you have to fight back in the same way.

She blinked and asked pitifully, "Won't my husband believe me?"

"Of course I believe you."

Bo Siheng's eyes held a smile, as he felt that He Yan had finally learned to confide in him.

He subtly moved a little closer to He Yan.

This little thought is a true reflection of his heart.

“Miss He, He Muzhe is my wife’s junior brother. Their relationship is not abnormal.”

"Actually... I know why Miss He did this."

He Muzhe glanced at his senior sister and brother-in-law.

Looking up again, I saw the resentment in He Yiyi's eyes.

Everyone else looked over curiously.

Even He Yan looked surprised.

"Because I like Miss He Yiyi and want to pursue her, but I didn't expect that Young Master Jin also likes her. Naturally, we became rivals in love, and neither of us could stand the other."

He Yiyi deliberately misinterpreted my relationship with my senior sister to prevent us from arguing. It's alright, I understand your good intentions. I will compete fairly with Young Master Jin!

In He Yan's astonished gaze, He Muzhe seemed about to bravely sacrifice himself.

He was willing to sacrifice himself for his senior's love.

"No, you..."

Jin Sheng was enjoying his melon-eating on the side when suddenly a huge pot was dumped on his head.

His mouth was so shocked it could fit an egg.

He Yiyi panicked and hurriedly explained, "That's not how it is!"

On second thought, she realized she had no way to refute it.

If she says no, it means she is deliberately slandering him.

He Yan couldn't help but smile, she hadn't expected her junior brother to be able to control He Yiyi.

She has finally met her nemesis.

"You handle this yourself; I need to continue my investigation."

He Yan pretended to be stern, and went into her office after scolding the man.

Bo Siheng sighed and instructed the warehouse manager to treat He Yiyi's wounds.

He noticed He Yan's slight mood and couldn't help but want to comfort her.

"I'll help you."

"Okay, I'm here to check their shipping records."

He Yan felt a little pleased when she saw Bo Siheng follow her in.

She seemed to be able to somewhat forgive his previous change of attitude.

outside.

He Yiyi had no way to deal with He Muzhe, a master of romance.

Unable to bear it any longer, she sought help from Bo Siheng.

"Mr. Bo, I know I upset my sister, but could you please talk to her and stop He Muzhe from harassing me? I... I don't like him."

He Yan looked up from behind the computer, amazed by He Yiyi's attitude.

Even though she's injured like this, she still doesn't forget to try and curry favor with Bo Siheng.

She thought Bo Siheng wouldn't care, but he agreed.

"Madam, let me remind your junior brother a couple of things."

Bo Siheng frowned, not because he cared about He Yiyi, but because he knew He Muzhe was a womanizer and that pursuing He Yiyi would be a disaster for her.

Regardless, He Yiyi was his savior.

We should still show that much respect.

He Yiyi's eyes lit up.

She knew that in the end, Master Bo wouldn't be able to bear it and wouldn't abandon her.

"Sister, I know I was wrong, please forgive me."

He Yiyi wore a restrained expression, but her eyes held a hint of triumph, as if she were expressing her victory.

He Yan looked at Bo Siheng with a look of utter incomprehension in her eyes.

He could see through her scheming and acting, yet he often felt pity for her.

She found herself unable to see through things.

What exactly is Bo Siheng's attitude towards He Yiyi?

"Brother-in-law, you're my senior sister's husband, right?"

Seeing his senior's expression, He Muzhe immediately came over to defend her, clearly displeased.

Although they feared the senior sister's authority, they respected her greatly.

"Miss He, this is wrong of you. Even if you don't like me and want to reject me, you can't get so close to a married man, can you? Isn't it wrong to ask the wrong person for help?"

The Hundred Herbs Garden has always been united, and He Muzhe was standing up for his senior sister.

He felt that his brother-in-law was somewhat incompetent.

Bo Siheng narrowed his eyes, also looking a little unhappy.

“Mr. He, a young woman’s reputation is important. If your behavior makes Ms. He uncomfortable, you should stop.”

He realized that He Muzhe was doing this because he cared about He Yan, and he felt very jealous.

There is actually a fact he is unwilling to admit.

He knew too little about He Yan's social circle, which always gave him a sense of crisis.

Stripped of their contractual marriage status, the distance between the two seemed to suddenly become very far.

This is something Bo Siheng doesn't want to see.

He looked at He Yan, his eyes filled with suppressed emotion, also wanting her to notice.

"Ma'am, what do you think?"

Even though her arm was hurting so much that her face was pale, He Yiyi couldn't help but feel smug inside.

Even if she was badly injured, it was all worth it because of Mr. Bo's concern.

Seeing that Master Bo was confronting He Yan's follower on his behalf, it's clear that a rift of distrust had developed between him and He Yan. If she continues to sow discord, He Yan will definitely be rejected.

She took on the identity of He Yan's savior, but so what?

She was always the one choosing others.

Even the wealthy and powerful Bo Xilai, the son of a prominent figure in Beijing's elite circles, would become one of her admirers.

He Yan didn't say anything.

She actually wanted to laugh, but didn't know what to say.

He Muzhe almost lost his temper when he saw his senior sister's frustration.

"Senior sister, aren't you going to say something?"

When has their beloved senior sister ever suffered such a great injustice?

He Yan glanced at Xiao Mu, knowing that he was angry on her behalf.

At this moment, Bo Siheng frowned, immediately put one arm around He Yan and held her hand with the other. His expression, which had been calm and domineering in protecting He Yiyi just now, instantly switched to a petty and jealous one.

"My husband and I have a tacit understanding and trust, and we don't need anyone to tell us."

He looked down at He Yan, unable to resist slapping himself in the face.

Bo Siheng felt that if he continued to be stubborn, things might get out of hand.

"Madam, you understand me, don't you?"

He Yan's eyes flickered slightly, and she saw flattery in Bo Siheng's eyes.

She was indeed holding her breath, unhappy that he helped He Yiyi.

But seeing his expression now, I can't help but laugh.

Why is Bo Siheng so awkward even when he's jealous?

He Yan and her fellow disciples have been together for so many years, and they are like family.

Not to mention that when she puts on a stern face, her junior brothers tremble with fear. This way of getting along is like sheep seeing a sheepdog—they are incredibly obedient.

How could he have come to this misunderstanding?

"Of course I understand you."

He Yan grasped Bo Siheng's hand, her expression brightening after the storm.

"However, I also want to clarify that my accusation was actually wrong."

She smiled sweetly with a slight upturn of her lips.

Bo Siheng was also stunned.

He was surprised by He Yan's answer and even more curious about what she would say.

He Yiyi's eyes were wary, and she was also very nervous.

She never expected He Yan to suddenly grow a mouth, wanting to prove her innocence in front of Master Bo.

But what will she say?

Is my slander about to fail?

No way! She's injured like this for today's opportunity. If she still can't successfully drive a wedge between Master Bo and He Yan, then what's the point of all the suffering she's endured?

"The truth is actually..."

He Yan deliberately spoke slowly.

Bo Siheng looked at He Yan with surprise in his eyes, but his eyes also showed cooperative expectation.