Chapter 7: Can a Counterfeit Ever Be a Treasure?

However, when she looked carefully, she didn't find anything unusual; Gu Wenyan pondered slightly, then shook her head.

Perhaps because of Gu Mianmian, she had been feeling a bit paranoid lately.

She didn't dwell on it further, and after touring the Bo Family residence accompanied by the housekeeper, Bo Si Han had finished handling his urgent matters.

Sitting side by side on the sofa, Bo Si Han picked up his teacup and asked in a seemingly nonchalant tone, "What are your thoughts on the wedding?"

A few days ago, he had gone to chase after Gu Wenyan, who had fled the wedding, and had unexpectedly fainted, causing the wedding to be canceled; the outside world only knew the wedding was canceled, and it had become a joke throughout all of Jingcheng.

Of course, no one dared to mock Bo Si Han; they were mostly laughing at Gu Wenyan, the country bumpkin who had returned to Jingcheng from the countryside.

Now, the outside world was gossiping that she had overestimated her own abilities, wanting to marry the Head of the Family of the Bo Family, only to be abandoned at the last minute.

The outside world didn't care much about the truth; they just wanted to watch the spectacle.

Gu Wenyan met the man's deep gaze and smiled: "What are your thoughts?"

"My thought is to reschedule it and hold it as soon as possible."

Bo Si Han reached out to hold Gu Wenyan's fingertips, his eyes dark and brooding: "To avoid any complications."

Gu Wenyan shivered inexplicably.

She had already become the person he had set his sights on, so... even if Bo Si Han were dead, he would never let her go.

This was the obsession ingrained in his bones, a nature that could not be changed.

Gu Wenyan didn't know if he would have taken a fancy to her if Gu Mianmian hadn't impersonated her to write those love letters to Bo Si Han back then, or if she hadn't taken the initiative to propose.

But now that it had happened, Bo Si Han viewed her as his possession, and she no longer had any thoughts of running away.

Wrapped in his aggressive gaze, Gu Wenyan nodded solemnly: "You make the arrangements."

The man's tense lip line relaxed, and a faint, almost imperceptible smile appeared at the corners of his mouth: "Very good."

Gu Wenyan met his dark gaze and said cautiously: "However, we aren't married yet, so..."

Bo Si Han narrowed his eyes slightly: "I have already had the housekeeper prepare a guest room for you, and your belongings are already set."

Quietly letting out a sigh of relief, Gu Wenyan beamed: "Thank you."

The first night back at the Bo Family passed peacefully just like that.

Bo Si Han had to return to the Bo Group as soon as his health recovered slightly, as work had piled up over the past two days.

When Gu Wenyan woke up, he had already left, and the housekeeper relayed a message on his behalf: "Madam, if you have any preferences for lunch, you can tell me directly, and I will prepare it for you; the Master will return for dinner tonight."

However, Gu Wenyan could not eat at the Bo Family at noon.

Because she received a call from Gu Mianmian, who said in a falsely gentle tone: "Sister, would you like to come home for lunch? Mom, Dad, and Big Brother are all here..."

Was this an attempt to use soft tactics to make her let the matter drop?

Gu Wenyan barely hesitated: "Sure."

Gu Mianmian probably didn't want her to go back, but the more Gu Mianmian didn't want her to go... the more she had to go.

Before leaving, Gu Wenyan called Bo Si Han to tell him about it; the man was silent on the other end of the line, his slightly rapid breathing revealing the fluctuations in his emotions.

Gu Wenyan promised softly: "Don't worry... when you come back tonight, you will definitely see me."

A long silence.

"Gu Wenyan." Bo Si Han said coldly, with a hint of a threat, "If I don't see you tonight, the consequences will be very serious."

After saying that, the call was disconnected.

Gu Wenyan couldn't help but smile; his possessiveness was truly off the charts...

Returning to the Gu Family, the servant who opened the door saw Gu Wenyan, but their smile was insincere: "So Miss Wen Yan has returned."

"Mm."

Gu Wenyan walked in gracefully; on the large sofa, the family of three was chatting animatedly.

Gu Mianmian was holding a Ziye Shipiao Pot to show Gu Jue: "Nowadays, Ziye Shipiao Pots crafted by Song Lao himself are becoming increasingly rare on the market... I put in a lot of effort to have someone buy this for me."

She acted like a spoiled child: "Dad, I know you love collecting these things; take a look and see if you like it?"

Ye Yiwen, who was on the side, said with gratification: "Look at how good your daughter is to you; even I, as her mother, am envious."

Gu Jue laughed heartily: "Our Mianmian is such a thoughtful little darling; Dad likes this Ziye Shipiao Pot you gave me, I like it so much!"

Just as they were talking... they saw Gu Wenyan's slender and graceful figure.

Gu Jue's smile faded slightly: "You're back."

There was no trace of the fatherly kindness and filial piety from just a moment ago; Gu Wenyan, the biological daughter, seemed like the redundant one in the Gu Family.

Ye Yiwen's expression was also slightly unnatural: "You're back? Come over and sit down..."

Gu Mianmian feigned enthusiasm: "Sister, come quickly, we're about to eat; do you want to see the gift I prepared for Dad first? Dad likes it so much!"

She didn't mention the previous conflicts at all, as if nothing had happened; she really could keep her composure.

Gu Wenyan took the Ziye Shipiao Pot handed over by Gu Mianmian.

Gu Mianmian said boastfully: "This is a masterpiece by Song Lao, but it's a pity that you don't know much about these things, Sister, and can't understand the..."

"Song Lao's Ziye Shipiao Pots focus on form and lines, discarding all flashy designs; the craftsmanship is exquisite, the charm is captivating, and this Ziye Shipiao Pot actually has the style of the old masters."

Gu Wenyan appreciated it earnestly, speaking eloquently in a soft voice that lacked no strength, possessing a confidence that radiated from within.

It was as if a dust-covered pearl had dispelled the haze, finally about to reveal its own brilliance...

Gu Mianmian was stunned.

She had intended to use this opportunity to mock Gu Wenyan, but she hadn't expected to give her a chance to show off...

Gu Mianmian's eyes changed abruptly, and then she heard her father say: "You also understand Ziye Shipiao Pots?"

Gu Wenyan said modestly: "I know a little."

"I didn't expect you to know about these things..." Gu Jue's tone held a hint of appreciation.

Gu Mianmian thought to herself that this was bad, and deliberately spoke up: "Sister, give it to me first; I'll put it back on the display shelf, this thing is very precious..."

Watching Gu Wenyan hand it back, Gu Mianmian went to take it, but deliberately let go at the critical moment—

The purple clay teapot fell straight to the ground, and the spout shattered upon impact!

Seeing this scene, Gu Jue was full of heartache: "This..."

Gu Mianmian was so startled she covered her mouth: "Sister! How could you be so careless? I hadn't even gotten to hold it yet, and you've already dropped it!"

She wore an expression of extreme heartache, yet kindly persuaded: "Dad, don't blame Sister. I'll find you another one. It might not be as precious as this one, but I will try my best to find one of equal value..."

Having lost his beloved object, Gu Jue looked at Gu Wenyan with a sour expression: "Truly reckless! Careless and sloppy!"

Ye Yiwen merely said: "If it's broken, it's broken. It's enough that Mianmian's heart was in the right place."

Gu Mianmian, her scheme having succeeded, was just about to go pick up the purple clay teapot to throw it away when she was stopped by Gu Wenyan: "Wait."

"... Sister, what else do you want to do? You broke the gift I prepared for Dad. I didn't mean to blame you, so please don't take it to heart."

Truly such an innocent white lotus.

A faint glimmer bloomed in Gu Wenyan's eyes, and she picked up the purple clay teapot before Gu Mianmian could.

She took a look at the Seal on the bottom and said meaningfully: "Little Sister, it is just as well that this thing is broken; otherwise, if a guest were to discover one day that we were treating a fake as a treasure while it sat on the display shelf, that wouldn't be very good."