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

All eyes in the classroom were fixed on Si Yuan's face.

The arrogant Jiang Lai, the smug Zheng Meimei, the amused Gu Yinhe, and everyone else...

Si Yuan was aware of her current situation; in this world, there were many people who would kick someone when they were down.

Although the Si family became the fifth family, they were often ridiculed, but their status and position were undeniable.

When she was a true heiress, she at least had a place in the school.

Now she's been labeled a fake heiress by everyone, and if she doesn't do something, her future will be very difficult.

Besides, they've already pushed their luck against her; whatever their reasons, she has no choice but to fight back.

Si Yuan looked at Jiang Lai, "Then please give me your guidance, Miss Jiang."

Jiang Lai snorted, "I'm also curious to know if the talented woman from Yunjie University is as amazing as the rumors say."

"Then it's settled." Gu Yinhe stretched out her hand. "Music start~~~"

After a burst of chaotic music, the competition between Jiang Lai and Si Yuan began.

When Zheng Meimei saw that Si Yuan had fallen into the trap, her face was contorted with smugness.

Amidst the commotion, she approached Si Yuan, her smug smile practically reaching for the sky.

"Si Yuan, you've really messed up this time."

"President Bo will definitely choose the brooch designed by Lai Lai. I'm waiting to see you roll out of Yunjie University naked and miserable."

The excitement came quickly and went quickly.

Si Yuan rarely gets to hear Teacher Su's class, so she tries her best to keep her mindset unaffected.

After class, she took out her phone and searched for Jiang Lai.

Jiang Lai's mother was from Beijing, and her father was from the Middle East.

She's of mixed race, no wonder her features are so defined and her eyes have a hint of green.

She entered the design industry at the age of fifteen and is now a well-known jewelry brooch designer.

No wonder she was so smug; she certainly had the right to be.

Only by knowing yourself and the enemy can you win every battle.

Si Yuan browsed through Jiang Lai's social media platforms and looked at the products she had designed in recent years.

They definitely have something special about them.

But this time, the person judging the winner was none other than Bo Yusen.

Bo Yusen's preferences are the most important.

There are very few pictures of Bo Yusen online, so Si Yuan can only look through magazines.

There weren't many photos in the magazine, and Si Yuan studied them one by one, finding that Bo Yusen's penchant for wearing brooches was unpredictable.

Next week is the school's centennial celebration, and time waits for no one.

Si Yuan sat at her desk and dialed 233.

【Ah Yuan, it was so nice to receive your call.】

"I'm so happy to hear your voice."

233ฅ́˘ฅ̀: [When can you come over for a visit? I've ground a lot of Arabica beans.]

"Sorry, I've been a bit busy lately. I called you today to ask about Ninth Master."

233(´•ω•`)?: [What's the matter, Master?]

Si Yuan felt no guilt whatsoever when she used others.

Perhaps it was because 233 was too sincere, but she actually felt a little guilty.

"What kind of brooch could impress Ninth Master and make him choose it at first glance?"

233: [The more expensive, the better he likes it.]

Si Yuan: "...Price aside, are there no designs he likes?"

233: [Can't let go of the cheap brooch; the owner doesn't like it.]

Si Yuan: "..."

Si Yuan never expected that even the all-powerful 233 couldn't help her.

"Why……"

Si Yuan lay helplessly on the table, her index finger pointing at a man in a suit and tie, exuding an air of nobility, in the magazine.

The diamond brooch on his chest was specially designed for him by an exclusive designer from Valent & Noa; it's a one-of-a-kind brooch in the world.

Its value could reach six million.

"A single brooch costs six million; how will we ever afford to maintain it?"

"What can you afford to raise?"

A voice suddenly rang out from behind, startling Si Yuan.

Turning around, she saw Xiang Mingche and closed the magazine without making a sound.

"Why are you here?"

Xiang Mingche hugged Si Yuan, bent down and rested his head on Si Yuan's shoulder, his voice sounding aggrieved, "We haven't seen each other for so many days, and you don't even miss me."

Si Yuan felt a wave of acid reflux and wanted to vomit.

Since you've already decided to call off the engagement, why pretend to be so affectionate in front of her?

She reached out to push him away, but Xiang Mingche saw the brooch design on her desk.

He picked up the design draft, looked at it, and revealed a smug and pleased expression. "I knew you were thinking of me."

Si Yuan: "???"

"cough……"

Xiang Mingche coughed lightly and put down the design draft. "I didn't see anything just now."

Si Yuan suddenly realized something.

Saturday is Xiang Mingche's birthday. Could he have thought that this brooch was a birthday present she was planning to give him?

Oh--

After doing that to her, he still fantasized that she would love him wholeheartedly.

How could that be?

"Oh dear, I've been so busy these past few days..."

Xiang Mingche treated Si Yuan's room like his own home, and lay down on her bed without any restraint.

In the past, whenever Xiang Mingche came to see her, he would sleep on her bed before leaving.

He said that her bed smelled of her, which was pleasant, helped him sleep, and made him feel at ease.

"Baby, come here, let me hug you..."

Xiang Mingche patted the empty seat next to him and gave Si Yuan a knowing look.

Si Yuan felt a chill in her heart, but smiled outwardly: "Go to sleep, I still need to design brooches."

Xiang Mingche assumed the brooch was a birthday gift for him, so he naturally wouldn't bother Si Yuan anymore.

"Alright, alright... then take your time designing..."

Si Yuan sat at her desk and picked up her paintbrush.

The warm yellow light shone down from above, making even every single strand of hair look beautiful.

She was enveloped in a warm glow, serene and beautiful.

Looking at her, my restless heart will gradually calm down.

Xiang Mingche really enjoyed watching Si Yuan work diligently. He smiled and slowly closed his eyes.

"Yingying..."

Just as he was about to drift into a beautiful dream, the name "Yingying" jolted Xiang Mingche awake.

She subconsciously looked towards the door, but Si Yingying was not there.

His gaze shifted to Si Yuan, meeting her dark, bright eyes.

Mingming Siyuan was still the same as before, with no significant change in expression.

Feeling guilty, Xiang Mingche didn't dare to meet her gaze and immediately looked away.

"What's wrong with Yingying?"

Si Yuan smiled slightly, "She was talking about you a while ago, saying you've been too busy and she hasn't seen you in a long time. When you leave later, don't forget to say goodbye to her."

Hearing Si Yuan say this, Xiang Mingche breathed a slight sigh of relief.

He was wide awake and had no desire to sleep anymore.

He got out of bed and hugged Si Yuan to Ming Che. "I'm going to see her now. Do you want to come with me?"

Si Yuan pushed Xiang Mingche away, "I need to design a brooch and I have a paper to finish, so I won't go."

"Okay, I'll go take a look and come right back."

As Si Yuan watched Xiang Mingche leave, the smile on her face vanished instantly.

She poured a full glass of water, walked to the bedside, and poured the water onto the sheets.

Afterwards, she acted as if nothing had happened, went out and had the maid change her sheets and blankets.

"Sister Liu, Mingche has gone to see Yingying. Later, please send her a pot of West Lake Longjing tea and some desserts."

"By the way, they have a lot in common and they must be having a very engaging conversation. Don't knock, just let them in."