nycdaug Chapter 155 Am I a Substitute? Master Bo is Jealous
Chapter 155 Am I a Substitute? Master Bo is Jealous
Bo Siheng didn't speak, but the astonishment in his eyes betrayed his thoughts.
He had thought that things would be different between them after that accident.
While enjoying this ambiguous, elusive relationship, he also became more greedy, wanting it to become a real relationship that could be made public and blessed by others in the sunlight.
"what happened?"
Bo Siheng was actually somewhat at a loss when faced with this situation.
He thought that the last moments of his life would offer some solace to his selfish desires.
But to my surprise, it was all just his own imagination.
"I'm going to test the high-temperature reaction later, so I don't need a jacket, otherwise it will get hot."
He Yan was surprised by Bo Siheng's expression, realizing he was unhappy.
She couldn't help but chuckle, but felt mostly helpless.
"You're not feeling well, so you shouldn't catch a cold. Go back and rest first, don't worry about me."
She returned the handshake to Bo Siheng's slightly cool hand, not intentionally.
It was genuine concern for him.
But in He Yiyi's eyes, it was deliberately meant to embarrass her.
"Okay, then don't overwork yourself."
Bo Siheng lowered his eyes, his smile somewhat forced.
He understood He Yan's refusal; she was independent and self-reliant and didn't need anything extra to support her.
From another perspective, it's also because he's not good enough that he's not needed.
He Yiyi secretly felt smug.
She knew there was always one thing that Mr. Bo couldn't tolerate.
Their conflict creates an opportunity for me to get closer to him.
“Mr. Bo, my sister has wronged you so much. She's so cold-hearted. No wonder…”
After He Yan left, He Yiyi practically accused He Yan of being ungrateful.
However, Bo Siheng ignored her.
"Miss He, my wife has already gone to work. Shouldn't you also go and take care of your own affairs?"
He frowned and glanced at He Yiyi before taking Yu Cheng back.
……
In the evening, He Yan had just returned home after finishing work.
The butler immediately came forward, his expression somewhat cautious.
"Young Madam, Mr. Bo didn't eat much tonight. What do you think we should do?"
"okay, I get it."
He Yan put down her bag, washed her hands, and went to the kitchen.
She guessed that the sudden drop in temperature might have made his body more sensitive than normal during treatment, causing him to feel uncomfortable and affecting his digestive system.
But even this miracle doctor didn't expect that he was ruined by being soaked in vinegar.
Having lived in the Bo family for so long, He Yan's usual and frequently used items were all sent over by her junior brother.
She had all the medicinal herbs she needed, so she could use them to make the decoction.
"Xiaoyan, what are you making to eat?"
Just then, a surprised voice suddenly came from behind.
Bo Siheng smelled the scent and came looking for him.
Hearing her return, he felt a little awkward and wanted to talk to He Yan after she went upstairs. However, after waiting for a while and not seeing her come up, he had no choice but to go downstairs to look for her himself.
“The housekeeper said you didn’t eat much tonight, so I made some sweet soup.”
He Yan turned around and saw Bo Siheng standing at the kitchen door, staring intently at her.
The emotions that welled up in his eyes were easily satisfied.
"Your wife is so kind to me."
Bo Siheng was very happy, because he felt that He Yan still cared about him.
At the dining table, he saw the sweet soup in front of him, which contained many ingredients, and he could feel her care.
It's as if those hidden feelings in my heart have been released.
He took a sip; it was slightly sweet and had a refreshing medicinal fragrance.
But the thought that He Yan might have been just as kind and attentive to another person made him suddenly feel jealous.
"……acid."
"How can this sweet soup be sour?"
He Yan looked surprised and took a sip directly from his spoon.
Fortunately, the soup was fine, so the problem was with him.
She almost suspected she had put the wrong herbs in, but then she thought that his sense of taste might have changed due to his physical condition.
"Maybe it's because the weather suddenly got colder, and I'm not sure what it's like."
Bo Siheng gave a bitter smile, a hint of sadness flashing in his eyes.
He felt as if he were in a dream, a dream so warm, sweet, and beautiful it seemed unreal.
The thought that his time was dwindling, and the arranged marriage he had been engaged in, seemed to be a cruel reminder that the happiness he so desperately craved would not wait for him.
This is a regret that Bo Siheng is unwilling and unable to face.
"Ah."
He Yan didn't say anything, just smiled reassuringly.
But she was thinking to herself that she needed to intensify his treatment as soon as possible.
Otherwise, winter would be even more detrimental to his recovery.
In the middle of the night, after Bo Siheng fell asleep.
He Yan secretly got up again to treat him.
She checked his pulse, because his internal organs, damaged by the cold poison, were gradually recovering.
He will definitely experience some discomfort during this process, which is normal. After all, the toxins have been in his body for so long. When the discomfort subsides, that's when he will recover.
"Now that most of the toxins have been cleared, he will probably feel uncomfortable frequently."
He Yan didn't dare to rush the treatment, for fear that he would find out.
At this moment, Bo Siheng, who was sleeping, suddenly woke up.
Because he felt physically uncomfortable.
This discomfort made him mistakenly believe that his condition was worsening, which startled him awake.
He wasn't afraid of death, but he was afraid that no one would know his feelings.
He Yan hurriedly stopped the needlework just as Bo Siheng was about to wake up.
She pretended to be still half asleep and nestled into his arms to cover it up.
Bo Siheng opened his eyes and saw He Yan in his arms.
The emotions in his eyes shifted from intense struggle to calm.
Since his grandmother made them sleep together, the two have been sharing a bed for more than half a month. He can feel his heart becoming more and more out of control, and he is becoming greedy.
"Xiao Yan..."
Actually, he often woke up at night and saw He Yan sleeping next to him every time.
That sense of inner satisfaction was also a form of healing for him.
But today he suddenly learned that she had once had someone else in her heart, and at that moment, the heartache was indescribable.
Was her kindness towards him a mistake, a case of mistaking herself for someone else's substitute?
He dared not ask, nor even express his feelings.
Actually, it's okay to let things go as they are; he can't really ruin her life.
Their marriage will soon end, and she will regain her freedom.
In his final moments, there was little he could do.
I will do everything in my power to ensure her future.
"...Why did you wake up?"
He Yan yawned, pretending to have just woken up.
She had been pretending to be asleep, and she was shocked to hear him call her name so tenderly.
She just kept remembering that he was a germaphobe and thought he minded her crossing the line.
"I did not do it on purpose."
He Yan took the opportunity to retreat to her side.
But the next moment.
Bo Siheng suddenly rolled over, his entire body now resting on top of her.
His gaze was restrained yet intense, as if it held within it a torrent of emotions.
All it takes is a single opening to unleash the entire torrent.
"Little Smoke, who am I?"
"Bo Siheng, what's wrong?"
He Yan stared at him in surprise, at a loss for what to do.
Their eyes met, their breaths mingling.
She felt something was off about him, but she couldn't figure out why.
"It's nothing, you looked sleepy, it's me here."
Bo Siheng's expression suddenly softened, and he smiled.
It doesn't matter, at least he's by her side now, and it's just him, no other man.
Only he can enjoy the good things she has now.
"Go to sleep!"
Bo Siheng, harboring ulterior motives, lay down directly next to He Yan.
He boldly took her hand.
"Okay, you should go to sleep too, you have to get up early tomorrow."
He Yan noticed that her hand was being held but did not refuse, as it was a good opportunity for her to take his pulse.
The two heartbeats under the blanket gradually synchronized.