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

Si Yingying wanted to express how much she valued meeting Xiang Mingche, but Si Yuan didn't care at all.

Unexpectedly, Xiang Mingche walked towards Si Yuan and reached out to touch Si Yuan's face.

"My daughter, A-Yuan, is beautiful and has a great figure. She looks the most beautiful in anything she wears."

One sentence almost made Si Yingying die of anger.

Si Yuan knew that Xiang Mingche was a very goal-oriented person, and the person he wanted to marry was Si Yingying.

Making such intimate gestures and saying such things in front of Si Yingying was simply to make her jealous.

really--

Si Yingying's eyes were bloodshot, and she stared at her as if she wanted to devour her.

Soon, Si Yingying was attracted by Xiang Mingche's luxury car. "Brother Mingche, is this your car? It's so cool and stylish."

Xiang Mingche opened the back door and gestured for her to get in, "Miss, please get in the car."

Just as Si Yingying was about to happily get into the car, she suddenly remembered something and said pitifully, "I get terribly carsick, can I sit in the front passenger seat?"

Seeing that neither Si Yuan nor Xiang Mingche spoke, Si Yingying said with a wronged expression, "I know that a man's passenger seat is reserved for his beloved woman, but I really feel uncomfortable sitting in the back. I might even throw up. What if I get your luxury car dirty?"

Xiang Mingche glanced at Si Yuan.

Seeing that Si Yuan didn't speak, he smiled and put his arm around her shoulder. "My love with A Yuan can't be defined by a passenger seat, right, A Yuan?"

Si Yuan smiled and said, "Mm."

Si Yuan took the initiative to sit in the back seat, while Si Yingying sat in the passenger seat, feeling as if she had swallowed a fly.

In the car.

Si Yingying kept praising Xiang Mingche.

"Brother Mingche, your car is amazing! I don't get carsick at all, it's very comfortable."

When it comes to cars, Xiang Mingche talks endlessly. This Maybach is his favorite car, and he often refers to it as his "little wife".

Si Yuan's face remained expressionless.

After arriving at the parking lot and getting out of the car...

Si Yuan used a hair clip, expressionless, to draw a long line on Xiang Mingche's "little wife's" buttocks.

The car headlights made her stunningly beautiful yet aloof face appear incredibly gloomy.

Inside the clubhouse.

As soon as Si Yingying entered the door, it was as if Grandma Liu had entered the Grand View Garden.

Looking left and right, his face was full of surprise and curiosity.

"Brother Mingche, what are we doing here?"

"Since you're new to Beijing, let me introduce you to a few friends."

"Thank you, Brother Mingche, you're the best."

The people in the private room were all Xiang Mingche's cronies.

After hearing Xiang Mingche introduce herself as the "Si family's daughter," Si Yingying was extremely proud.

Hmph, no matter how beautiful or talented Si Yuan is, she's just a fake heiress.

She is the true heiress who will inherit the Si family and be second only to the head of the family.

"Hello, Miss Yingying."

While everyone greeted Si Yingying verbally, they secretly began to compare Si Yingying and Si Yuan.

These two are simply incomparable in both looks and temperament.

Si Yuan's face, even when dressed in the simplest white dress, is enough to drive people crazy.

Those present were all Xiang Mingche's friends. After learning that Xiang Mingche wanted to break off his engagement with Si Yuan, they all rushed to Si Yuan to curry favor with her.

"Miss Si, it's a rare treat to see you. Let me offer you a toast."

"Miss Si, it's been a long time."

Just as Si Yuan was about to refuse, Xiang Mingche put his arm around her shoulder to assert his ownership, "Do you think I'm dead?"

Si Yingying was so jealous that she gritted her teeth, unaware that the more she acted this way, the happier Xiang Mingche became.

Xiang Mingche handed a glass of milk to Si Yuan, "A Yuan, drink this."

Si Yuan stared at the cup without touching it. Ever since she was drugged that night, she had never dared to drink anything offered by others.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm not thirsty, thank you."

Xiang Mingche handed the cup to Si Yuan, saying, "It's okay if you don't want to drink it. Your hands are too cold. This cup is warm, so you can warm your hands with it."

The warmth from the cup traveled to her palms, but instead of dispelling the chill in her heart, it made Si Yuan feel even colder.

She and Xiang Mingche went through thick and thin together, grew up together, and relied on each other, but now all that's left is wariness.

"Wow, it's so lively here!"

A man in a red shirt walked in with a nonchalant air.

Upon seeing Li Jiale, Si Yuan froze, recalling that terrifying night.

She stared blankly at Li Jiale, whose head was wrapped in gauze, which she had inflicted.

Xiang Mingche glanced at Si Yuan, as if nothing had happened, and asked knowingly, "How did Young Master Li get injured?"

Li Jiale's gloomy gaze fell on Si Yuan, "She got scratched by a little wildcat."

The people around burst into laughter. "That little wildcat is so bold, daring to scratch our Young Master Li's head?"

Li Jiale sat on the sofa and crossed his legs.

His gaze was fixed on Si Yuan without any attempt to conceal it. "She dared to hurt me, so of course she has to pay the price. Sooner or later, I'll pluck all her cat claws off."

Li Jiale's words carried a blatant threat.

Si Yuan glanced at Xiang Mingche, a faint smile playing on his lips. "You'd better take it easy."

Her hand gradually clenched into a fist, and her beautiful, clear eyes were filled with coldness.

"Brother Mingche, what are you talking about?"

Si Yingying's voice reached Li Jiale's ears at a moderate volume.

Li Jiale looked Si Yingying up and down.

The conclusion is: trash, not even as good as a single hair of Si Yuan's.

Li Jiale harbored resentment for failing to win Si Yuan's heart, and looked at Xiang Mingche with a forced smile.

"Young Master Xiang, the woman you were engaged to back then was the daughter of the Si family. Now the Si family has two daughters. Do you want to marry the real one, or the fake one?"

Xiang Mingche's smile immediately vanished.

His gaze met Li Jiale's for a few seconds in the air, then he glanced at the expectant Si Yingying—

He grasped Si Yuan's hand.

"The person I'm engaged to is A-Yuan, so of course I'm going to marry my A-Yuan."

These words immediately sparked a commotion in the private room.

Si Yingying bit her lip, her eyes reddening, glaring angrily at Si Yuan, wishing she could die right now.

Li Jiale gave a mocking laugh, "Young Master Xiang is quite the romantic."

Only Si Yuan felt disgusted.

Suppressing her emotions, she withdrew her hand and stood up. "Please enjoy yourselves. I'm going to the restroom."

In the restroom.

Si Yuan washed her hands with cold water again and again, as if trying to wash away the traces of being touched by Xiang Mingche.

Someone suddenly walked in.

Seeing Li Jiale in the mirror, Si Yuan's expression changed, and every pore of her body was filled with vigilance.

"This is a clubhouse. I just need to shout and someone will come."

Li Jiale sneered and approached Si Yuan.

Si Yuan took a few steps back and pressed herself against the wall.

Li Jiale trapped Si Yuan between himself and the wall with both hands, his eyes sinister and terrifying.

"I can tell you're no longer a virgin. That night... who were you with?"

Si Yuan reached for her bag. "I don't know what you're talking about?"

"Hmph... I heard you returned to the Si family on the second day. The Si family examined you and said you're still a virgin. Tell me, how did you manage to escape their examination?"

He brought his face close to Si Yuan's ear, "You didn't go to get your hymen repaired, did you?"

Si Yuan's pupils contracted, and after reaching into her bag, she was about to take something out and spray it in Li Jiale's face—

"Ninth Master...this way, please..."

In the entire city, the only person who can be called Ninth Master is Bo Yusen.

Si Yuan paused, and Li Jiale released her.

Many people wanted to curry favor with Bo Yusen, but they never had the chance to meet him.

Li Jiale naturally wouldn't let such a good opportunity slip by.

"Si Yuan, this isn't over between us yet."

Leaving behind a threatening remark, Li Jiale quickly departed.

Si Yuan gripped the pepper spray tightly in her hand, her eyes icy cold.

Li Jiale is a huge threat to her. It seems that before dealing with Xiang Mingche, she should find a way to deal with Li Jiale first.

Si Yuan walked out of the bathroom and inadvertently saw a familiar figure on the balcony.

Li Jiale must have gone to look for him just now, didn't he see him?

With a flash of insight, she walked over.

on the balcony.

Just as Bo Yusen took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, a slender and beautiful hand handed him a lighter with a flickering flame.

Perhaps afraid that the breeze would extinguish the lit flame, she used her other hand to shield herself from the wind.

Bo Yusen lowered his gaze indifferently, meeting a pair of clear, black and white eyes.

Her eyes were sharp at the corners and slightly upturned at the ends, her gaze flowing like spring water just beginning to melt, both clear and charming.

"Ninth Master, please..."

Bo Yusen just watched Si Yuan quietly, neither granting her wish nor refusing her.

His expression remained as indifferent and ruthless as ever, making it impossible to discern what he was thinking.

The two were quite different in height, and Si Yuan's arm started to tremble slightly from holding the lighter for a short while.

Just when she was about to give up, a warm, large hand grabbed her wrist.