Miss Si's feigned innocence went too far, and the aloof Mr. Bo was easily swayed.

The plaster fell with a thud and shattered into pieces.

The crisp sound completely woke Xiang Mingche up.

The plaster shattered on the ground, and Princess Siyuan and Knight Mingche were also thrown apart.

Xiang Mingche's heart shattered along with the plaster cast.

Realizing what he was doing, he glared angrily at Si Yingying, "What are you doing?"

Si Yingying was already angry, and Xiang Mingche's shout only fueled her rage. "Didn't you say you no longer loved Si Yuan? Why are you still keeping this? Could it be that you were lying to me?"

Seeing Si Yingying's ferocious and distorted face, Xiang Mingche suddenly woke up.

He rubbed his forehead, suppressing the fear of losing something that was nagging at him.

He reached out and pulled Si Yingying into his arms. "Of course not..."

Si Yingying was clearly not so easily appeased. "Then why did you just yell at me? Si Yuan is your princess, so what am I?"

"Queen, you are my queen."

"Hmph... If you keep this in your room, you'll see it every time you open your eyes, and all you'll think about will be Si Yuan—"

"no……"

Looking at the shards scattered on the ground, Xiang Mingche said, "I've wanted to throw them away for a while, but I've been too busy. Today, I want to thank Princess Yingying for breaking them for me, and I can clean them up at the same time."

Si Yingying looked at Xiang Mingche suspiciously, "Aren't you really heartbroken?"

Xiang Mingche put his arm around Si Yingying's waist and kissed her on the lips. "I only feel sorry for you."

Si Yingying hesitated for a moment, then pushed Xiang Mingche down onto his bed and straddled him.

"Brother Mingche, did Siyuan sleep in your bed?"

Xiang Mingche smiled and looked at Si Yingying, "A Yuan is so self-disciplined and proper, how could she sleep in my bed?"

"Hmph—" Si Yingying lightly punched Xiang Mingche's chest. "Are you implying that I'm promiscuous?"

Xiang Mingche hooked his arm around Si Yingying's waist and pulled her down, "I like your promiscuity."

Si Yingying smiled charmingly and took the initiative to kiss him, "Brother Mingche, I really want to do it on your bed."

"I'd like to, but I can't right now..."

"What? Are you afraid Si Yuan will see?"

"Fool, I care about your reputation."

Si Yingying gave a soft hum and reached to unbuckle Mingche's belt. When she saw something, a suggestive smile appeared on her lips. "But you reacted."

"It's all your fault."

Si Yingying was in a great mood. "Oh dear, what should we do? We can't let Aunt Wang and Si Yuan see you like this, can we?"

Xiang Mingche pinched Si Yingying's lips with his thumb, "You started this fire, so of course you have to put it out yourself."

Si Yingying lowered her head and leaned forward, "Okay—"

Si Yingying worked very hard, and Xiang Mingche looked at the broken pieces on the ground, feeling a dull pain in his chest.

He closed his eyes and pressed down hard on Si Yingying's head.

It's better if it gets smashed.

Out of sight, out of mind, and my heart won't be so tormented or in pain.

When Si Yuan and Wang Congrong came out of their room, they saw the maid coming out of Xiang Mingche's room.

She was holding a broom and a dustpan, the dustpan filled with plaster fragments.

Upon closer inspection, one can clearly see words like "A-Yuan," "Che," and "Knight."

Clearly, this is the plaster that Wang Congrong just mentioned.

Si Yuan glanced at Wang Congrong, whose expression was very unpleasant.

"What happened?"

"The plaster in the young master's room was accidentally broken, so I'm in charge of fixing it."

As they were talking, Si Yingying walked out of Xiang Mingche's room with a blush and a grin.

"I'm telling you, what you just did..."

Before she could finish speaking, Xiang Mingche saw Si Yuan and Wang Congrong and immediately interrupted Si Yingying, "Mom, A-Yuan..."

Si Yingying also saw the two of them and immediately shut her mouth.

Wang Congrong frowned. "Yingying, why did you go to your room?"

With Xiang Mingche backing her up, Si Yingying was no longer afraid of anything.

"I didn't know Aunt Wang didn't like the smell of citrus, and I felt really guilty. To comfort me, Brother Mingche took me for a walk around the house..."

Seeing the shards on the ground, she glanced at Si Yuan and then deliberately said, "I accidentally broke Mingche-gege's precious plaster. Luckily, Mingche-gege didn't blame me, otherwise I wouldn't know what to do."

Si Yingying thought Si Yuan knew about the plaster and deliberately provoked her.

See? Even though she broke their token of love, Brother Mingche still won't blame her.

How could Si Yingying's thoughts possibly escape Si Yuan's notice?

She was just too stupid.

She wanted to make a good impression on Wang Congrong, but little did she know that these actions would only make Wang Congrong think she was very rude.

Xiang Mingche had never told Si Yuan about the plaster cast, nor was he aware that his mother had just confessed to Si Yuan.

He said, "It's just plaster, it's fine if it breaks."

Wang Congrong's face darkened further; she had just been telling Si Yuan about her son's deep affection.

Unexpectedly, this backfired.

Hey……

It seems there's really no room for maneuver.

Thinking of this, Wang Congrong seemed to have made a decision, and smiled at Si Yuan, "A Yuan, do you still remember Shui Yao?"

Si Yuan watched quietly as the servants took away the plaster fragments, her face expressionless.

"Um."

Xiang Shuiyao is Xiang Mingche's cousin.

"Shuiyao's son is one month old today. You and Yingying will come with me to the full moon celebration this afternoon."

Si Yuan was somewhat surprised. When Xiang Shuiyao gave birth, she and Xiang Mingche had visited her at the hospital.

I can't believe a year has already passed.

Thinking that there wasn't much to do today, and since Si Yuan rarely spent time with Wang Congrong, she agreed, "Okay."

The three people reacted differently when they saw Si Yuan agree.

Si Yingying was excited.

Xiang Mingche is complex.

Wang Congrong was helpless.

Xiang Shuiyao's child's first birthday party was held in a landmark seven-star hotel in Shangjing City.

When the group arrived, most of the guests had already arrived.

Xiang Shuiyao was dressed in a cheongsam, and her figure was excellent. She didn't look like she had ever given birth.

"Auntie, Mingche, Ayuan, you've arrived..."

As she spoke, she looked at Si Yingying, "And this is...?"

It's normal that Xiang Shuiyao has never met Si Yingying and doesn't know her.

Si Yingying was quite annoyed and took the initiative to introduce herself, "Hello, Sister Shuiyao, my name is Si Yingying..."

"Oh, it's Yingying! I've heard so much about you. Welcome to my son's first birthday party."

Si Yingying smiled faintly, "From now on, we're all family, Sister Shuiyao, please don't be so polite."

There was a clear barb in those words, and Xiang Shuiyao couldn't possibly not hear it.

She was a little puzzled, then smiled faintly, "Yes, speaking of which, A-Yuan and Ming-Che's wedding is coming soon. You two should hurry up and have a younger brother or sister to keep A-Zhe company."

Just then, the nanny brought the baby over.

"Auntie, don't you think A-Zhe looks more and more like Ming-Che when he was little?"

Wang Congrong smiled and said, "Nephews resemble their uncles so much, they're practically identical, aren't they, A-Yuan?"

Si Yuan looked at the child and thought of Xiang Mingche's first birthday photo; they were indeed exactly the same.

"Hmm, it looks a lot like it..."

Seeing that the group was chatting happily, Si Yingying said in a sour tone, "Sister, you've never seen Brother Mingche when he was little, how do you know that A-Zhe looks like Brother Mingche?"

Si Yuan glanced at Xiang Mingche indifferently, "I've seen it. This morning, Aunt Wang showed me your childhood photo album."

There's a photo in the album of Xiang Mingche with a cast on when he was seventeen.

Ah Yuan must have seen that photo, but what can seeing it change?

Xiang Mingche clenched his fists and looked away.

"What?"

Si Yingying looked at Wang Congrong with a wronged expression, "Aunt Wang is biased. She only lets my sister see it, but not me?"

Wang Congrong smiled politely, "If you want to see it, there will be plenty of time later."