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

Si Yuan's eyesight was well protected in an era where everyone is nearsighted, thanks to the strict discipline of Si Qingwan since childhood.

So at a glance, she could tell that the brooch Bo Yusen was wearing was not the Sanmu Forest she had designed, but a bird.

"Si Yuan, you've lost."

Jiang Lai's voice carried the smugness and joy of a victor, as if she were about to stomp Si Yuan into the eighteenth level of hell.

Si Yuan stared intently at Bo Yusen, her face pale and unsightly.

She didn't know where the problem lay.

Wasn't everything fine yesterday?

She took care of him when he was sick, fed him medicine, cooked porridge for him, and even gave him cuffs.

Didn't he later have Lan Hai take her home?

Was her hint not obvious enough?

Do not--

If it were someone else, you could say they just didn't get it.

But he is Bo Yusen; he couldn't possibly not understand.

unless--

He knew perfectly well that it was a gift from her, but he still chose Jiang Lai's brooch.

Si Yuan gave a self-deprecating laugh.

Things didn't go as planned, and all my efforts were in vain.

Too--

During this period, she was the one who was constantly trying to please and flatter him.

Perhaps in Master Bo's eyes, she was nothing more than a clown.

Bo Yusen sat in the front row, where the lights illuminated his row very brightly.

Si Yuan, meanwhile, was in the student seats at the back, in a dark place.

The two were in the open and in the shadows—

They are from completely different worlds.

Si Yuan clenched her fists tightly, her little face expressionless.

A wave of ache washed over her chest; she reached up and touched it, telling herself—

There's nothing to be sad about.

Even Xiang Mingche, who once loved her wholeheartedly and said he would take care of her for the rest of his life, was able to abandon her for personal gain.

Let alone other people.

Fortunately, she had a backup plan.

Most of the events held at the Great Hall of the People consist of speeches by outstanding graduates and company representatives.

As an outstanding student, Si Yuan stepped onto the podium and delivered a speech.

She was so beautiful. Standing on the stage, all the lights were focused on her, making her shine.

Even after her recent setback, there was no trace of panic or fear on her face, only poise and composure.

Her voice is beautiful, yet powerful.

Seeing the school leaders and Si Qingwan nod in satisfaction, Si Yuan smiled.

"Ah Yuan..."

Xiang Mingche stared intently at Si Yuan on the stage, unable to look away.

His Ah Yuan is so beautiful.

His phone kept vibrating; it was Si Yingying sending him WeChat messages non-stop, asking about his situation at school.

He was getting a little impatient.

Sudden……

A-Yuan looked at him and smiled at him.

"Thump thump thump—"

Si Yuan has many followers at school, and when they see her smile, everyone takes out their phones to take pictures.

But the sound of the shutter being pressed was nowhere near as fast as the sound of Xiang Mingche's heartbeat.

Xiang Mingche seemed to be bewitched by Si Yuan, staring blankly at her.

The image of Cheese Iris's first time on stage flashed through my mind.

"Mingche, I'm so nervous. I'm afraid I won't perform well and will disappoint my mom."

Si Yuan appears calm and composed on the surface, but she is actually afraid.

She hid all her unease and panic from others, but in front of him, she was always her most authentic self.

"Don't be nervous, you're very well prepared, you'll definitely win the championship."

This attempt at comfort clearly had no effect; Si Yuan's little face was practically scrunched up.

Xiang Mingche finally came up with a good idea: "How about this, I'll come to every one of your performances from now on. You won't be nervous when you see me during your performances."

"May I?"

"Trust me, you can do it."

As it turned out, it was effective; Si Yuan was less nervous whenever she saw Xiang Mingche.

Later, Si Yuan became more and more skilled on stage, and Xiang Mingche became busier and busier.

Occasionally, I would go to watch her perform on stage, and we would be very happy whenever our eyes met.

Xiang Mingche subconsciously smiled at Si Yuan, but when he thought about what was going to happen, he couldn't smile anymore.

My heart was also filled with guilt and remorse.

Seeing Si Yuan and Xiang Mingche exchanging glances, Jiang Zhe looked at Bo Yusen, who had no expression beside him.

"If you ask me, Si Yuan really can't tell the difference between the king and the queen. We were sitting right in front of her, and she didn't even glance at us. Instead, she was exchanging glances with Xiang Mingche."

Yu Muchen: "Xiang Mingche is his fiancé. May I ask who you are?"

"I am nothing... Pshaw, you're nothing!"

"I don't have much of a relationship with her, but someone else has a very close relationship with her, and she didn't even glance at him, did she?"

Jiang Zhe thought to himself, "The relationship we've had isn't just shallow, it's very deep!"

Yu Muchen glanced at Bo Yusen, the man's thin lips pressed tightly together. He looked at Si Yuan speaking on the stage, but did not show any unusual expression.

He just tapped his leg intermittently with his fingers.

Those who know him well know that it was a sign that he was in a very bad mood.

After finishing her speech, Si Yuan left the Great Hall of the People.

She hadn't walked far when she was surrounded by Jiang Lai and Zheng Meimei, who led a large group of people.

"What? You think you can just run away after losing?"

Zheng Meimei stood in front of Si Yuan, "Take it off. I heard that when the Si family raises their daughters, they bathe them in milk. Take off your clothes and let everyone see your milky skin. Maybe if we're happy, we can leave you some underwear to cover up your flaws."

"Take it off—"

"Take it off—"

"Take it off—"

Everyone took out their phones and aimed them at Si Yuan up close, as if they wanted to capture this historic moment.

They cheered loudly and shouted in unison, urging Si Yuan to join them.

Si Yuan stared coldly at those faces...

They were despicable, smug, and arrogant.

His appearance was repulsive.

Seeing that Si Yuan didn't move, they even started to tear off her clothes.

Si Yuan was pushed to the ground, her hands tightly protecting herself, and she did not resist throughout the entire process.

She is waiting—

As the matter escalated, it was discovered by school leaders.

Or perhaps Xiang Mingche still has even the slightest bit of affection for her.

Xiang Mingche saw Si Yuan being bullied by others, and his face darkened. Just as he was about to step forward to help Si Yuan, Li Jiale blocked his way.

"Oh, so you're suddenly feeling sorry for me again? Don't forget what you really want?"

Xiang Mingche paused, clenched his fist, and the veins on the back of his hand bulged.

Li Jiale smiled and said, "Those who achieve great things don't concern themselves with trifles, let alone a woman who is no longer of any use to you."

Xiang Mingche gritted his teeth, didn't look at Si Yuan again, and turned to leave.

Li Jiale glanced at the bullied Si Yuan, a sinister smile creeping across his face. "Si Yuan, after today, your only choice will be me!"

Si Yuan's eyesight was so good that she saw Xiang Mingche leave with her own eyes.

Oh--

Sure enough, this society is all about interests and calculations; there's no room for sentiment or consideration.

Xiang Mingche, who said he would protect her, take care of her, and cherish her for the rest of his life.

They've been dead for a long time.

There were also performances and campus tours in the afternoon. Since Bo Yusen rarely came, the principal naturally wouldn't let such a good opportunity pass by and allowed him to stay a little longer.

He could clearly sense that President Bo was in a bad mood.

Did he feel that we hadn't treated him well?

The principal immediately said respectfully, "Mr. Bo, lunch features the signature dishes of over twenty chefs from Italy, France, Japan, and China. You..."

Seeing Bo Yusen stop, the group of leaders following behind him also stopped and looked at each other in bewilderment.

Jiang Zhe followed Bo Yusen's gaze and saw the situation downstairs.

He chuckled. "Distinguished leaders, your school's centennial celebration performance is truly ingenious!"

Everyone looked downstairs, and nearly fainted...