When Xia Tian saw Han Xize's exaggerated performance, he slightly raised an eyebrow: "Han Shao is preparing to take the art exam and enter the entertainment circle?" With his nervous appearance, it would be a waste if he didn't mix in the entertainment circle!

  Han Xize saw Yang Muye smiling and walking forward to help her carry the bag, which made him angry. He pointed at him: "You're embarrassing us men! Husband's prestige is not established!" Seeing Xia Tianmeng taking off his coat and handing it to Yang Muye again, Yang Muye took the things without any complaints, only smiled more warmly and tenderly, making Han Xize feel sick. He said: "I'm looking for a wife who has big breasts, buttocks, and is charming and sentimental. How can I see you and not even ask for your well-being? Women cannot be spoiled!"

  Xia Tian Mo sat down on the sofa, and when Yang Mu Ye also sat down, she leaned against him. She raised an eyebrow at Han Xi Ze: "I told you, you need to have a wife. But looking at your weak and timid appearance, I reckon you should prepare yourself for being henpecked."

  Han Xize pointed at Xia Tianmeng and scolded her viciously, then fell onto the sofa with a thud: "The heart of a woman is the most poisonous! Xiao Ye, if you get married, I dare not go to your house anymore!"

  In the summer, Moe turned her head and smiled softly at Yang Mu Ye, pouting and kissing his cheek: "Say! Do you want me or him?"

  Yang Mu Ye laughed very brightly and hugged her slender waist: "Who is he? I don't know."

  Han Xize called out to make friends, but the office was suddenly filled with laughter and conversation. Yang Mu Ye looked at Xia Tian Meng in his arms, who was smiling sweetly, and felt that this was the happiness he had always wanted.

  A beauty in one's heart, time is serene and good.

  While Yang Muye and Xia Tianmeng's feelings for each other continue to heat up, the heroine of the original text, Lu Wanjie, suffers a major setback in her life. The AI-held design draft solicitation activity ultimately earns her second place, with first place going to someone named Summer. The online community lavishes praise on Summer's work, while Lu Wanjie's piece goes unnoticed.

  And her sensible younger brother Lu Ziyu finally died after being rescued in the hospital for more than a month, and in an instant, Lu Wanchi's world was completely plunged into darkness. Without the help of the male lead and second male lead in the original text, even the senior male partner could not help her, all that could be done was to comfort and encourage her, but unfortunately, the outcome was minimal.

  "Xiao Qi, you haven't eaten anything for a whole day, eat something." Li Feng opened the door to Lu Ziyu's hospital room before he passed away and saw Lu Wanjie leaning against the headboard staring blankly at the flowers on the balcony. Since Lu Ziyu's death the night before, she had been sitting there without crying or making a fuss, looking dazed and thinner.

  Seeing Lu Wanqi's lack of reaction, he could only sigh and place the thermos on the cabinet beside her, reaching out to grasp her icy hand: "Little Qi, don't be like this. If Ziyu were still here, seeing you like this would definitely make him uncomfortable too." It wasn't her fault that Ziyu had passed away; she was still so young and couldn't even take care of herself, how could she have endured all these years taking care of her little brother?

  Lu Wanqi's dry eyes were filled with red bloodshot, she said in a soft voice that only she could hear: "It's my fault towards Ziyuan, if I had spent more experience taking care of him, he wouldn't have ruined his body. It's all because of me, if I had money and ability, Ziyuan wouldn't be waiting for death in such a hospital."

  Li Feng's heart felt a slight pang, actually it was because he himself had no ability, if he had power and influence, why worry that he couldn't share her troubles? Now he could only comfort her: "Zi Yan won't blame you, you should live well in his place, have a good life in the future, this is what Zi Yan hoped to see."

  He could still recall the scene of Lu Ziyu holding Lu Wanchi's hand before his death two nights ago, saying "Sister, don't cry, I'm not in pain" with a clever expression.

  Lu Wanqi suddenly remembered Yang Muyang and abruptly shook off Li Feng's hand, standing up and shouting: "It's all Xia Tianmeng's fault! It's all her fault! If she hadn't competed with me for Muyang's attention, Ziyu would have received the best treatment in the best hospital! It's all her fault!"

  Li Feng looked at the thermos that Lu Wanting had accidentally knocked to the ground, and the rich smell of chicken soup wafted through the air. He suddenly felt a bit tired. He could understand her grief, but was this frantic version of her still the shy and strong little junior he knew?

  He saw Lu Wanqi's hair was dizzy, he hurriedly supported her, put her on the hospital bed, covered her with a quilt, and saw her tired eyes closed slightly, leaned forward and kissed her eyelids lightly, picked up the thermos on the ground and quietly closed the door.

  In the darkness, Lu Wanqi opened her eyes filled with complex emotions, clenched the bed sheet in her hand, and felt a sharp pain in her heart. Ziyan, wait for me, sister will definitely avenge you!

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  Xiatian Meng, who was taken as a revenge object, naturally did not know that the original Xiaobailian had already embarked on the path of blackening. What she needed now was to dress up and attend Xiatian Yu's engagement ceremony.

  In the summer, Meng looked at the woman in the giant floor mirror, wearing a white beaded cheongsam dress that reached her knees, with puffy organza underneath revealing her slender legs. Around her pale neck hung a sapphire-encrusted necklace designed by Summer, and her long curly hair was coiled up, making her look even more elegant and refined.

  With a faint smile, as the brother of his beloved little sister, how can he marry someone else without any guilt? At least he should give his sister the most special impression.

  When Yang Mu Ye changed into his suit and came out, he saw Xia Tian Miao smiling at herself in the mirror. He walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her slender waist, looking at the two people in the mirror, feeling that this was indeed a perfect match of beauty and talent.

  "What's wrong?" Xia Tian raised an eyebrow slightly and asked with a faint smile.

  Seeing Xia Tian Mo wearing a dress like a pure little princess, raising an eyebrow and inadvertently revealing charm, looking both pure and sexy. Can't help but smile and kiss her cheek: "My Momo is really too beautiful, I want to hide it so that no one can see it, only belongs to me."

  Xiatian Meng knew about people's possessive nature towards beautiful things, and without being overly shy, she turned her head and bit her lower lip, smiling: "If I don't hide, does that mean I'm not yours?"

  Yang Mu Ye felt his lips tingling and numb, and he fiercely kissed her again, laughing wildly: "You are naturally mine, and can only be mine." No one could take her away from him!

  Most people are like this, without having had or perhaps will not have such a strong sense of possessiveness. After all, if you haven't gotten it before, how would you know how good it is? But once you've had it, you don't want to lose it again.

  Xia Tian Miao turned around, looked up at his handsome face, and poked his lips with her finger: "It depends on your performance!"

  Yang Muyang released her tightly clasped arms, slightly bowed his head and kissed the back of her hand: "My honor, Your Highness."

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  In the capital, Xia's hotel is one of the top five, and today it's even more crowded with guests coming in an endless stream, all of whom are here to attend the engagement banquet of Young Master Xia.