So affections don’t need to be faked, nor do they require anyone’s skepticism.
"If I recall correctly, you previously said your husband isn’t much of a drinker," Xia Sicai comnted coolly from the side.
Xia Siyu, for once, actually paid attention. "Oh, that’s right." There was a small sip left in the wine glass, so she casually pulled it back and drank it herself.
Moreover, she drank from the exact spot where Bo Yan had just taken his sip.
Seeing the specific spot she drank from, Xia Sicai raised an eyebrow slightly but said nothing.
Bo Yan, standing nearby, hadn’t even had ti to stop her when he noticed the blush beginning to bloom on Xia Siyu’s cheeks, and her gaze turning misty.
Here we go. This one can barely handle a bottle of beer, and now she’s drinking baijiu? Even if it was only a small sip, it’s still 53% alcohol. The key is, when Xia Siyu gets tipsy, she hits this perfect state—her head feels a little floaty, but her consciousness remains sharp. Just as she was enjoying herself and reaching for the liquor bottle again, Bo Yan imdiately intercepted her.
Xia Siyu, when she’s in a good drinking mood, doesn’t care about such things. She furrowed her little brows and glared at Bo Yan with a look of pure annoyance. Bo Yan had no choice but to coax her, "I know you want to pour it for , but I’ll pour it myself and drink it, okay?"
Earlier, Xia Siyu had been helping him block drinks, but that wasn’t the case now. Still, Bo Yan obviously outpaced her movents. Seeing her about to seize the wine glass, he swiftly shoved the bottle into Xia Ju’an’s arms.
Xia Ju’an froze for a mont but still took hold of the bottle, moving it to his other side to ensure Xia Siyu couldn’t get to it.
But Xia Siyu imdiately turned her head toward Xia Youbiao and called out pitifully, "Dad."
You’ve got to hand it to her—this girl’s acting skills are top-notch. It had been years since Xia Youbiao heard Xia Siyu use such a pitiful tone, and his heart imdiately softened. That said, he knew full well his daughter couldn’t hold her liquor. Even if she could, he wouldn’t dare let her get drunk at a family banquet.
"Just one tiny glass—one. No more than that."
Xia Siyu nodded fervently, and Xia Youbiao glanced at Bo Yan. Bo Yan kept silent, only lowering his gaze softly. One hand rested on Xia Siyu’s shoulder, signaling that he would take responsibility.
Only then did Xia Youbiao pour her a small glass, reminding her, "Sip slowly. Gulping it down like that, it’s just wasting the drink."
Who knows if Xia Siyu took his advice to heart, but at least this ti, she did drink a little more slowly. She also cheerfully ate the food Bo Yan served her.
As long as Xia Siyu doesn’t overdrink, her drunken behavior is actually manageable. For instance, now that she’s mildly buzzed, all she does is grin foolishly. She sits as straight as a schoolchild, and anything Bo Yan serves her, she obediently eats.
With makeup, Xia Siyu usually exudes a sultry air, but without it, she looks pure and innocent. At this mont, her face was bare, and the rosy blush on her cheeks was entirely from drinking. Her complexion was fair, unlike Bo Yan, who flushes heavily after a bit of alcohol. Only a soft pink dusted her cheeks as if brushed with rouge. Her eyes shone with crescent-shaped smiles, hazed with a gentle mist, like the faint glow of a moon halo.
Her smile radiated harmlessness, so much so that even Bo Qiliu, who just a mont ago seed utterly disgusted by the couple, put away her aversion temporarily. Bo Yi lowered his head, too, not daring to stare for long. No wonder—with such a terrible reputation, Xia Siyu could still navigate the entertainnt industry effortlessly. He then glanced at Xia Sicai, giving Tong Madam a once-over as well. As expected, not having the sa mother made a huge difference.
Xia Siyu... indeed had the looks to outshine them all. What a pity, though—a gorgeous face, utterly wasted.
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