The Best Actor Insists On Living With Me!

The last word’s inflection rose slightly, and when combined with his deep, resonant voice, it lingered pleasantly. Paired with his peach blossom eyes, it conveyed a sense of passion and depth.

Xia Siyu, momentarily startled, quickly came to her senses, walking over in high heels. As she passed by Xia Sicai, her shoulder brushed hers like a light breeze. Then she reached Bo Yan’s side and, extending her arm and swaying her hips, she draped herself over his shoulder, her compliant murmuring tinged with complaint: “Why did you just come now? I’ve been waiting for you for so long~~”

Showing off affection takes two hands to clap. One to set the stage, and the other to perform. Otherwise, Xia Siyu’s splendid performance would just move herself, not even coming close to Bo Yan’s simple “wife.”

If she needed to act the innocent girl, to be sly, who was she afraid of? Shang Feifei might be a celebrated actress, but even she couldn’t outperform her!

Her statement brought a variety of interesting expressions to the faces of the others in the room. Xia Youbiao was happy, Bo Yi puzzled, and Xia Sicai’s smile was stiff. Xia Ju’an, slightly tugged at the corner of his mouth.

His “wife” had already put on a good show, and he needed to offer her a ladder, or he couldn’t justify his own role.

So, Bo Yan extended his arm, gently encircling Xia Siyu’s slender waist, pulling her closer: “There were many things earlier.”

It resembled the scenario of a busy magnate finally taking the time to pamper his delicate little wife.

However, when he wrapped his arm around Xia Siyu’s waist, she shuddered slightly, a chill running through her. But within moments, she had to pretend to smile coyly, “Bosch won’t be under your control in the future; why are you so concerned? Let big brother manage it. You should spend more time with me.”

As she spoke in a feigned, fragile voice, it made Xia Siyu nearly nauseated to hear herself.

But Xia Siyu herself didn’t realize that, although her words were offhand, they actually revealed Bo Family’s disregard for Bo Yan’s dissatisfaction.

If Bosch was to be handed over to Bo Yi, then it had nothing to do with Bo Yan—they should use his name less!

Bo Yan’s eyes slightly narrowed, clearly catching on, and with an air of enjoyment, he leaned in to kiss the corner of her lips: “You’re right. From now on, I will be with you every day. I hope the next banquet is for our child’s full-moon celebration. We must make it even more grand than this one.”

He was intentionally provocative—since Bo Yi and Xia Sicai were hosting this banquet, he just had to outshine them.

Xia Siyu felt goosebumps all over—though her face held a smile, her eyes shifted to Bo Yan, and in the lowest whisper, she gritted out: “Hey, we’re just pretending here. That’s enough, no need to be so heartfelt and realistic.”

Feigning ignorance, Bo Yan indulged her, caressing her disheveled hair: “What did you say? Wife?”