Chapter 29: The Recording Is Fake

Xiang Yiran sat in her wheelchair, being interviewed for a magazine feature.

She was dressed in a white gown, like the most innocent wildflower of spring.

Bao Yancheng sat in the corner with a glass of whisky on the table, working.

Even in the least conspicuous position, he exuded an oppressive presence that was impossible to ignore.

A sweetness welled up in Xiang Yiran's heart.

Today, not only had her brother Yancheng attended the charity gala, but he had also patiently accompanied her to the interview.

This man, coveted by every heiress in Beijing, would soon be hers.

Cheng Tong stood to the side, holding a stack of documents, passing them to Bao Yancheng to sign in turn.

Passersby murmured in low voices.

"Bao Yancheng is really considerate to Xiang Yiran. It's rare to see him and Wen Wanzhi together even after so many years of marriage."

"That's how it is with the elite. When they love you, they give you everything; when they're heartless, they kick you to the curb."