Dragging Xia Ju’an into the fray shocked the whole family, except Xia Youbiao.
Xia Siyu, grinning cheerfully, said, "Last year, I had three different rumors floating around about . One was with Shang Feifei’s ex-boyfriend, another with Shang Feifei’s current boyfriend—Han Yifan, you know him, right? That silly son of the Han Family. And the third was with my brother. My brother was visiting during a business trip—he didn’t even stay for an hour before the paparazzi caught him. As for that other guy, Li Weiyi—look at him, does he even deserve to associate himself with in a rumor? Does he even know who my husband is? Right, husband?"
Xia Siyu imdiately turned around and clung affectionately to Bo Yan’s arm, rubbing against it. Bo Yan hadn’t been angry earlier, even when Bo Yi and Bo Qiliu tead up against him. But Xia Siyu’s playful act made him smile instantly. "We’re both entertainers. Sotis the production team arranges so CP rumors for promotional purposes. Siyu and I are very close; I trust her."
Xia Siyu’s eyes curved delightedly into crescents as she laughed. Xia Youbiao, still concerned, ca over and pointed to the seat beside him. "Co sit here—you must be tired from the long journey. Your manager, Xiaoqin, is too much—making you work during the New Year!"
Though Xia Siyu wasn’t particularly close to Xia Youbiao, she knew sitting next to her father would rile up Tong and Xia Sicai. So she grinned brightly and pulled Bo Yan over to sit with her father. Smiling, she said, "Dad, I brought you so gifts from the south. They’re not very extravagant, but I wanted to wish you a Happy New Year and all the best."
Xia Youbiao understood that Xia Siyu’s sudden warmth was because Tong and Xia Sicai were present nearby. Although his relationship with Xia Siyu had improved recently, there was still an undeniable distance between father and daughter. Regardless, even if the bond was "false," he appreciated it. "Why bother bringing gifts? I have everything I need at ho. Just focus on your work, leave the household to , and take good care of yourself. That’s all I ask."
Xia Siyu, smiling sweetly, proved her acting chops weren’t just for show. Monts earlier, she had been radiating arrogance and sarcasm, but now, her genuine-looking crescent-eyed smile, complete with dimples, seed utterly believable. She then turned to Bo Yan’s grandfather, addressing him warmly. "Grandpa, Bo Yan brought gifts for you too. Wishing you health and longevity in the New Year, and wishing the company prosperity and success."
After delivering the blessing, she couldn’t help slipping in so shade: "Grandpa, you must take care of yourself. The company counts on you for so much. As long as you’re here, you’re the foundation and backbone of the company."
The underlying ssage was clear: Bo Qiliu and Bo Yi were completely useless. Leaving them in charge might as well be considered futile; it’d be better for the senior to keep taking on responsibilities himself.
Within just a few minutes, Xia Siyu had already switched personas several tis. A true professional actress—she played every role to perfection, resembling one of those infamous scheming second leads in TV dramas.
Bo Yan sat down beside her, his expression calm. Unlike Xia Siyu’s elaborate display, he was subdued as he raised his glass. "Grandpa, wishing you a Happy New Year and good health."
After finishing his toast, he turned to Xia Youbiao. "Dad, I wish you the sa."
Xia Youbiao, unlike Tong, had always been fond of Bo Yan. Beaming cheerfully, he clinked his glass with Bo Yan’s.
He deliberately ignored the father-and-son duo sitting opposite him.
As the atmosphere remained tense, Xia Sicai suddenly furrowed his brow: "The baby inside seems to have just kicked."
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