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

At that moment, footsteps interrupted Bo Sibai's thoughts.

"Young Master Bo." The assistant stood respectfully in front of Bo Sibai.

Bo Sibai slightly raised her amber eyes, her gaze gently falling upon him.

"what's up?"

Her voice was deep, mellow, and gentle, with the ending notes like a gentle breeze from the Jiangnan water towns, stirring the clear pools, both soothing and elegant.

The assistant noticed the tears welling up in Bo Sibai's eyes, like the moon hidden in the clouds.

The young master is actually crying?

He glanced at it only once, then turned his face away in shock, not daring to look any longer. He cleared his throat, and when he spoke, his tone became even more respectful.

"We just received a report that a socialite from a prominent family was not wearing a formal dress at the auction, which was seen as disrespectful and disrespectful to the Bo family. How should we handle this?"

Bo Sibai loosened his collar, lowered his eyes slightly, a warm smile flashing in them, and gently curved his thin lips, like rose petals.

"I saw her."

His tone was as light as mist, seemingly calm, but upon closer listening, one could detect a bittersweet nostalgia, as if he had spent too long in the dark and had finally found a glimmer of light.

But Young Master Bo was gentle by nature, and his assistant, unable to fathom his thoughts, tentatively asked, "Then it's about..."

Before he could even utter the words "kick him out," Bo Sibai's brows furrowed coldly. He suddenly looked at him, the gentle smile in his eyes seemingly vanished by a sudden gust of cold wind, instantly turning into a cold and piercing gaze.

The assistant was so frightened that he stopped breathing.

Young Master Bo is known for his gentle and refined nature, a famously humble and noble young master. He is gentle and kind to everyone, as gentle as a piece of fine jade, and seems to never lose his temper.

This was the first time that those clear, bright eyes had turned cold; they were actually angry!

In an instant, a chilling aura permeated with a dark and malevolent intent, making one feel as if they had fallen into an ice cellar.

The assistant's back pores were bulging, and shock and panic weighed heavily on his chest, making it almost impossible for him to utter a single word.

"What do you know?"

Bo Sibai's lips curled slightly, his warm eyes were deep and cold, more piercing than the snow in the dead of winter.

As he spoke, he turned around, his clear gaze falling on the girl once more.

Her frosty features melted away in an instant under the spring sunshine; her thin lips parted, and her voice, clear and melodious like pearls falling onto a plate, rang out.

"Tonight, she's the only one who's truly dedicated to charity."

The assistant was startled, and following Bo Sibai's gaze, he saw the girl in the traditional Chinese style misty blue dress and instantly understood.

Young Master Bo was trying to bring good fortune to his deceased aunt and sister, and naturally hoped that the guests attending the banquet would do charity with sincerity.

Looking around, everyone was dressed in fine clothes and clinking glasses, but their minds were not on the theme of the auction at all. They were just using the Bo family's territory to curry favor with the powerful and influential.

Only that girl with traditional Chinese style stood out from the crowd, gentle and quiet.

Her detached indifference was somewhat similar to that of Young Master Bo...

In comparison, isn't she the only one who takes this auction seriously?

This socialite from a prominent family has clearly won the favor of the young master Bo.

The assistant quickly breathed a sigh of relief, thankfully he had stopped in time and hadn't said anything wrong.

Young Master Bo cherished his deceased aunt and sister dearly, treating them as his Achilles' heel.

He does charity work simply to express his love for his aunt and sister, and he doesn't expect everyone to value it as much as he does.

But if even one person among them has shown genuine sincerity, how could he allow others to slander him in the slightest?

It turns out that gentle people, when their bottom line is crossed, are no less ruthless than demons.