The engagement was with the younger brother, but I've fallen for the older brother.

He Sichen walked over carrying two glasses of champagne, wearing a dark gray suit and a neatly tied tie.

"The Crane family boy is here."

The lady in the royal blue dress had a bright look in her eyes.

"We were just talking about your brother's wedding."

There's no rush to get married.

He Sichen handed one of the glasses of champagne to the lady and naturally took over the conversation.

"As for the medical fund you mentioned last time, Yu'an has already come up with a preliminary plan."

The topic was instantly steered off course.

The ladies shifted their attention from Si Yimian to He Sichen.

He explained the fund's details in a few words, his tone professional yet patient, giving face without revealing any unnecessary information.

Si Yimian stood to the side, watching him handle the group of wives with ease, and silently applauded him.

This man resolved the situation so subtly.

As He Sichen spoke, his gaze swept over her, noticing the glass of champagne in her hand.

He looked away, then naturally turned to take the glass of champagne from her hand and placed it on the waiter's tray, before picking up another glass from the tray and handing it to her.

"Drink juice."

The voice was low, only she could hear it.

Si Yimian glanced down.

It's guava juice, pink in color, with a slice of lemon stuck in it.

She took it and whispered, "Thank you, Dr. He."

"Let's go find Huo Siyue to play."

His voice was still calm, but his tone was like that of someone coaxing a child.

"This is none of your business."

Si Yimian smiled and nodded at him.

"Dr. He, you are truly a living bodhisattva."

After saying that, she turned and left.

He Sichen watched her walk away before picking up his wine glass again and continuing to deal with the group of ladies.

Si Yimian had only taken a few steps with her juice when she saw Lao Lvcha and her eye-catching best friend sitting in the rest area.

Si Ningyou was flipping through the auction catalog, whispering to Qin Enyu.

Both women wore haute couture gowns; one was gentle and elegant, the other radiant and dazzling.

Si Yimian's eyes suddenly lit up.

They've all finally arrived.

She had been waiting for this day for a long time.

"Sister! Miss Qin!"

Si Ningyou looked up at the sound, her gaze lingering on Si Yimian for a moment.

That sour feeling welled up inside me again.

This country bumpkin's fashion sense has suddenly become amazing.

"You guys are here too?"

Si Yimian smiled warmly, appearing completely innocent and guileless.

Si Ningyou's lips twitched.

That brat, why is she so happy to see them?

I used to either hide or cry when I saw them, so why are they approaching me today?

What mischief are you plotting now?

Qin Enyu felt extremely uncomfortable. The memory of that video from last time hadn't faded, and she felt an urge to bite Si Yimian whenever she saw her.

But she couldn't afford to lose her temper on this occasion.

He also had to coax Si Yimian to cooperate with him in clearing his name.

We'll settle the score once the storm has passed.

"Mianmian".

Si Ningyou quickly composed herself and responded gently.

"Alone? Nanxian didn't accompany you?"

Si Yimian took a sip of juice and smiled sweetly.

"I don't know."

"Nanxian's heart has never settled on me, how can I possibly hold onto it?"

Si Ningyou smiled as she looked at her carefree demeanor.

idiot.

She got her man stolen and still keeps coming back to him; she's a born doormat.

Qin Enyu took Si Ningyou's arm, her tone sour.

"Ning You, your sister's tongue is getting sharper and sharper, it's like she's been blessed with divine intervention."

Si Yimian smiled and replied, "Thank you for the compliment, Miss Qin. It's mainly because my sister taught me so well."

"After all, I've been learning from a tea master for eight years, so I should have made some progress."

Si Ningyou took a deep breath, suppressing the surging profanities, picked up her red wine, took a sip, and decided to change the subject.

"Mianmian, there are some nice items at tonight's auction."

She opened the auction catalog, tapped a page with her fingertip, and spoke casually.

"The starting bid for this bracelet is 30 million."

"Nanxian said he would take a picture of it for me as a birthday present."

"I said it was too expensive, but he insisted on sending it."

"Honestly, they always treat me like a child."

Qin Enyu exclaimed in agreement, "Thirty million? Nanxian is too good to you!"

Si Ningyou looked up, smiling at Si Yimian with a hint of provocation in her eyes.

"Mianmian, you don't mind, do you?"

"After all, it's just a bracelet."

Si Yimian looked in the direction she was pointing.

On the manual, a glass-type sky blue jade bracelet lies quietly, named Canglan.

The water is clear and transparent, like the bright and clear sky over the plateau.

She recognized the bracelet.

In the original novel, Song Yuehua bought the item at Christie's as a gift for her youngest daughter, Si Jingyi, on her eighteenth birthday.

That is, Si Ningyou's mother.

In order to elope with Ning Yuan, that poor boy, Si Jingyi sold it to Ning Yuan to start his own business.

As it turned out, Ningyuan lacked business acumen and was tricked out of tens of millions of yuan, losing it all.

Because of this incident, Song Yuehua and Si Jingyi completely broke off their relationship and never saw each other again until Si Jingyi passed away.

Song Yuehua hated her daughter for being disappointing, and she hated even more that the bracelet had been sold off cheaply.

That was her coming-of-age ceremony for her daughter, a mother's deepest blessing for her.

Later, Si Ningyou was taken back to the Si family, and at a charity gala, He Nanxian spent 50 million to bid for the bracelet and presented it to Song Yuehua in public.

A wave of nostalgia moved Song Yuehua to tears.

From then on, the thickest foundation stone was laid on the road to inheritance.

Pity.

This bracelet and Si Ningyou are destined to be apart tonight.

Because she also had her eye on it.

Can Si Ningyou take away what she wants?

"I don't mind at all, feel free to take the picture if you like it."

"Anyway, if Brother Nanxian's money isn't spent on you, it will be spent somewhere else."

"Then I'll just have Brother Nanxian send me something even more expensive, and we'll be even, right?"

Qin Enyu chuckled and traced the rim of her wine glass with her fingertips.

"More expensive?"

"Ning You's bracelet has a starting bid of 30 million, and an estimated final price of 50 million or more."

"Nanxian didn't even blink just to make Bo Ningyou smile."

"you?"

She glanced at Si Yimian from head to toe, her gaze lingering on Si Yimian's glass of juice.

"Why don't you drink your juice, kid?"

Si Ningyou covered her mouth and chuckled softly, gently reminding Qin Enyu in her tone.

"Eun-yu, don't say that."

"Mianmian didn't celebrate her birthday properly before, so it's normal that she doesn't know these things."

She raised her hand and casually touched the pearl pendant on her earlobe.

"Unlike me, Nanxian remembers my birthday every year clearly."

"Men, sometimes they're just like children."

She looked at Si Yimian, her eyes filled with a mixture of poison and honey.

"Mianmian, you don't understand what it feels like to be cherished like this, do you?"

She hesitated, then sighed.

"Forget it, let's not talk about this anymore, so you won't be upset."

The transition from tea ceremony to Versailles was quite smooth.

He Nanxian probably spent all his money on Si Ningyou.

He truly lives up to his reputation as the quintessential male lead in angst-filled romance novels.

In real life, this kind of guy would have been exposed on Xiaohongshu long ago.

The comments section could hurl insults at him until his ancestors' graves are smoking.

"My sister is so lucky."

Si Yimian nodded, her face full of understanding.

"But after all, my sister is missing a kidney, so we need to pay more attention to her. What if something happens to her again someday?"

Si Ningyou's smile froze for a moment, and her face instantly turned ashen.

The car accident and the removal of her kidney were among the scars she least wanted to mention in her life, which this brat had used as a door curtain to lift.

Qin Enyu put down the manual, took a sip of champagne, and slowly spoke for Si Ningyou.

"Some people hold the title of marriage, but actually have nothing."

"I don't know what they're complaining about."

"In this world, the one who isn't loved is the mistress."

Si Yimian turned to look at Qin Enyu and suddenly smiled.

"Miss Qin, in your line of work, the worst thing you can do is fall in love with a customer."

"Being a mistress is just the first choice for being sexually exploited, not a backup option for being loved."

Don't get confused.