On the day of her return to China, she was tied up and coaxed by the richest man to get her marriage

Dragon Flame Headquarters.

In the office with floor-to-ceiling windows, Si Qing leaned back in his armchair, his eyes lightly closed. His eyebrows were sharp and his nose was straight and prominent, as if carved by a master craftsman, exuding an aloof and cold demeanor.

He rested one hand on his knee, black Buddhist prayer beads hanging from his slender, pale fingers, his thumb gently stroking them, as if a pure Buddha had descended to earth.

Opposite him.

A young and handsome man sat behind the coffee table by the window, professionally brewing tea.

He wore a white shirt embroidered with cloud patterns, exuding a high-end feel and spotless cleanliness.

That face was exceptionally beautiful, with skin as white as jade, a straight nose and deep-set eyes. Every stroke of the pen was exquisite, like a crimson hue painted on the clouds, or a gentle stream flowing over a snow-capped mountain. To look at it was to be a desecration.

He lowered his eyes to look at the teapot resting on the low fire. As the water temperature in the teapot rose, he rolled up his sleeves and used tea tongs to put tea leaves into the teapot.

In an instant, the clear water stirred the emerald pool, making it moist and green, and the aroma of tea wafted freely. A light mist of water vapor drifted through the floor-to-ceiling window on one side, creating a hazy rain curtain.

He rose, his robes billowing in the wind, and reached out to place the brewed tea on the desk in front of Si Qing with a teacup. His gentle, clear eyes curved slightly, and a jade-like smile graced his lips.

"Try the finest Biluochun tea."

His voice was as light as rain or mist, yet it seemed to carry the pull of gravity, clear and moving.

The aroma of tea wafted through the air.

Si Qing took out a cigarette, lit it, casually bit his lip, took a drag, and slowly exhaled.

A wisp of smoke swirled around his handsome features, making him both mysterious and alluring.

After the smoke had cleared somewhat, he spoke calmly.

"Bo Sibai, you came to see me just to make me tea?"

Bo Sibai smiled slightly, her snow-white eyes adorned with a crimson beauty mark at the corner, like the most intense color in the world, exquisitely beautiful.

He said gently, "My grandma told me you got married, so I came here to congratulate you."

As he spoke, he walked to the sink to wash his tea-scented fingers.

His fingers were long and slender, smooth as jade, without a single flaw, like a well-preserved antique.

He rinsed his left hand before rinsing his right. When the water touched his right wrist, his brow furrowed slightly.

After washing and drying him with a handkerchief, he spoke gently again.

"After being brothers with you for so many years, I never expected you would settle your life's most important matter out of gratitude."

The Si family and the Bo family have been friends for many years, so they know the reason for Si Qing and Yu Jinzhao's marriage.

Si Qing, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, looked nonchalant and aloof. Through the smoke, he met Bo Sibai's fox-like eyes, which were somewhat similar to Yu Jinzhao's.

However, Bo Sibai's gentle aura perfectly suppressed the inherent demonic aura of the fox eyes, adding a touch of unfathomable and unpredictable charm to his gaze.

Si Qing's gaze lingered for a few seconds, then he tilted his head slightly, stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray, his deep, magnetic voice devoid of any warmth.

"It was all the old man's idea; I was just doing my job."

"You don't seem like the type to follow routines."

Bo Sibai's handsome face was like that of an immortal, and the sunlight outside the glass window shone into his eyes, rippling with gentle warmth.

"Could it be that he developed feelings for her after spending those three years together?"

Si Qing glanced at him, his eyes narrowing slightly, a dark glint flickering in the depths of his gaze, revealing a chilling undercurrent.

"You don't seem like the type to meddle in other people's business."

"After all, you almost became my brother-in-law."

He chuckled softly, his voice gentle and tender.

Si Qing lowered his eyes.

This story begins more than twenty years ago. The Si family and the Bo family have been friends for generations, and the elders of both families hoped that their descendants could continue this friendship.

When he was five years old, Bo Sibai’s only daughter, who was also Bo Sibai’s aunt, was found to be pregnant with a baby girl.

The elders of both families unanimously decided to arrange his marriage to his unborn daughter.

Not long after, Aunt Bo had an accident, and her baby girl died in the womb, resulting in the deaths of both mother and child.

And so his childhood betrothal to the Bo family came to an end.

Bo Sibai was physically weak from a young age, and although the Bo family was a renowned family of alchemists, they could not cure him.

Only Aunt Bo, who is hailed as a master of traditional Chinese medicine, could save him. Therefore, he was raised by Aunt Bo. The two had a very deep relationship, and it would be more accurate to say that they were mother and son rather than aunt and nephew.

In his heart, his unborn daughter was his own sister.

Sweeping away his thoughts, Si Qing knew that Bo Sibai had never been able to let go of the deaths of his aunt and sister all these years. A layer of warmth appeared in his deep, cold eyes, and he spoke in a low, slow voice.

"Let's not bring up the past anymore."

Bo Sibai's gaze fell downwards, a hint of sadness appearing in his gentle, downcast eyes. He then smoothly changed the subject.

"I came to you because there's another thing I'd like to ask for your help with. I'd like to use the influence of your Dragon Flame Dark Web to help me find a skilled traditional Chinese medicine doctor in the countryside."

As he spoke, he touched his right hand, and when he looked up, the neatly buttoned collar of his shirt revealed a long, slender neck, as white as a mountain's snow.

"You know my chronic condition; only my aunt knows how to alleviate it, but..."

I couldn't bring myself to say the rest.

Si Qing reached for the steaming Biluochun tea, took a small sip, then suddenly remembered something. He tapped the inside of the teacup with his finger and responded in a deep voice.

"I'll ask around for you later."

Just then, his phone rang.

Seeing that it was Yin Zhuo calling, he naturally pressed the speakerphone button to answer.

Yin Zhuo's anxious voice rang out, "Something terrible has happened, Master Si..."

Si Qing's dark eyes remained cold and indifferent, his brows furrowed indifferently.

"what's up?"

"Mrs. Si and Miss Si are forcing Mrs. Si to sign a divorce agreement..."

Si Qing's usually calm, deep eyes were suddenly filled with turbulent waves, like a wildfire igniting in the vast universe.

The next moment, he stood up from the armchair, hung up the phone before Yin Zhuo could finish speaking, and turned to walk out.

"I have something to go."

He said this to Bo Sibai, but he didn't have time to look at Bo Sibai at all, and walked out in the blink of an eye.

Bo Sibai, with his delicate sensibilities, couldn't help but chuckle.

Mr. Si's attitude towards this routine official business is quite good.

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