From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables-Chapter 661 - : 343 Curtain (First Watch)_2

Chapter 661: 343 Curtain (First Watch)_2

Zhao Qin watched everything from the sidelines and said, “Patriarch Liu had no sons, so the clan elders forced him to divorce his wife and remarry. Patriarch Liu deeply loved his wife and didn’t want to divorce her, so he adopted the son of his half-brother.”

Li Jiaojiao couldn’t believe it, “So this man is Patriarch Liu’s adopted son? He’s Liu Muxue’s nominal brother?”

More than that, he is also Liu Muxue’s blood-related cousin.

Li Jiaojiao sneered, “She actually lied to me, what a fake husband. But your information channels are pretty good, even knowing such news from a remote place like Liuxian Town.”

Zhao Qin entered the hotel, “Liuxian Town is not an ordinary place, don’t forget what my mother’s Zhuque Hall does.”

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After the end of the exchange meeting, Bo Yuxun was surrounded by a bunch of people before he could leave the convention center.

It took a lot of effort for Han Ye to rescue Bo Yuxun, “Hurry up, or else we won’t be able to leave later if we get stuck.” freēwēbnovel.com

Han Ye drove his Land Rover out of the convention center’s parking lot, “How about it, quite an eye-opener, right? Your fame as Dr. Bo in Jiangzhou is even louder than mine as the top surgeon. Everyone knows Bo Yuxun but not me, Han Ye. Ah, why was I born after Yuxun…

“Just drive carefully,” Bo Yuxun reminded him.

Seeing the car heading for the side road instead of the elevated highway, Bo Yuxun frowned, “This isn’t the way back to the hotel.”

“I’m taking you to a fun place.” Han Ye stepped on the gas pedal, driving through the peak-hour traffic as if it was empty.

The car drove into Zhongdu Hotel, Han Ye threw the car key to the parking attendant, and walked up the red carpet with Bo Yuxun.

“How about it, lively, isn’t it?”

Bo Yuxun looked around at the media and the huge banner hanging not far away.

“It’s the 70th birthday of Grandma Zhu?”

“That’s right, I didn’t tell you beforehand to give you a surprise. Little Ming Jing specially sent me an invitation, so thoughtful. We have to give her some face.”

Both of them, dressed in formal suits and tall, slender figures, exuded elegance. Bo Yuxun, in particular, had a jade-like face and a refined demeanor, whose graceful movements overshadowed all other male guests.

Compared with this man, handsome young men like Qu Feitai and Jiang Jinchen appeared much immature.

They both lacked the worldly-wise maturity that came with time, which was the real weapon to win hearts.

As the two men passed by, the media whispered to each other, discussing the identity of this male guest, but no one knew who he was.

“I recognize Dr. Han, but I’ve never seen that extraordinary man before. He must be Dr. Han’s colleague.”

“There was a medical exchange conference at the convention center today. I heard from a colleague that Dr. Bo from the Jingzhou General Hospital was invited. That must be him.”

“Dr. Bo? Is it the Dr. Bo I know?”

“I heard that he is a genius in the medical field, and a top surgeon. I didn’t expect him to be so young and handsome.”

“He’s not young, almost forty, just well-preserved. At most, he looks like he’s in his early twenties, even more exaggerated than eating preservatives.”

“Bo? That’s not a common surname.”

Meanwhile, online, after Bo Yuxun’s brief appearance, the handsome mature man went viral. After digging up his background, netizens were amazed.

He could rely on his good looks, but he chose to rely on his abilities. Such a handsome and successful man was a sought-after prize everywhere, especially since his beauty was so extraordinary that it would have dominated the entertainment industry.

Netizens were resourceful, and soon someone found out that Dr. Bo came from the Jingzhou Bos, a top family. With the addition of his impressive background, Dr. Bo’s halo shone even more brightly. People couldn’t help but admire Ming Jing’s powerful connections, as even the Jings from Jingzhou came to celebrate her grandmother’s birthday.

The spacious first-floor hall, large enough to accommodate over a thousand people, was decorated with huge crystal chandeliers that emitted dazzling light. The magnificent golden dragons coiling around the pillars, the soft Persian carpets on the floor, and the warm spring-like atmosphere within the hall contrasted with the howling cold wind outside.

A music band was seated on the east side platform, with pianos, cellos, violins, and saxophones taking turns performing. The music was sometimes soothing and gentle, sometimes grand and passionate, hovering in the hall and adding elegance to the scene.

Liu Muxue let out a breath, finally feeling alive again.