Bo Yan’s words left Xia Siyu frozen in place as if struck by a pressure point.
Bo Yan said, "I know you don’t care about all the insults, since they’re far removed from your life anyway." There was another point he didn’t ntion—he felt that Xia Siyu’s disregard for public opinion might have sothing to do with her mother.
Since she has a clear conscience, why bother with all those random opinions? After all, their words don’t affect her life.
"Also, sotis when you get riled up, you do the opposite on purpose. If people insist you not do sothing, you do it just to spite them. Sure, following the rules can be dangerous, and there’s no way to do everything the fans want. But I still don’t want to see you getting scolded. Even if it really wasn’t your fault, your reluctance to explain just gives people a chance to hit where it hurts and scold you even worse. You might not care about being scolded, but it pains to see it."
Xia Siyu listened carefully, sitting on the edge of the bed with her legs crossed elegantly to one side. Once Bo Yan finished speaking, she asked, "What if one day, because of , you get involved too, but I still refuse to explain? What then?"
Bo Yan said, "I trust you. Since I married you, I chose to trust you. No matter what you do, even if there’s no imdiate opportunity to explain it to , I still trust you. If I really get dragged down because of you, then it can’t be helped. After all, we’re married, we’ll just make it work sohow; what else can we do, get a divorce?"
At first, Xia Siyu was deeply moved, but by the last sentence, the sentint evaporated: "So what, are you feeling wronged because you married ?"
Bo Yan could only shake his head: "Of course, it was a fool’s mont of lust in my youth. Saw you were pretty and married you in haste, now it’s too late to regret it."
Xia Siyu retaliated: "I was also fooled, drooling over your chest muscles and abs, and ignorantly fell for your trap. Who knew you’d be ’down and out’ now."
As she spoke, her eyes deliberately swept over the place he had just been kicked.
Bo Yan was displeased: "Who says I can’t?"
As soon as he tried to rise, he was instantly bent over in pain. Xia Siyu continued her ridicule, saying nothing, only clicking her tongue in disdain. But despite the disdain, she slightly lowered her head: "If you’re really out of commission, I’ll call an ambulance."
"No need." Bo Yan had been kicked by her before, so he knew this kind of pain. Nothing serious, just—ouch, so short-term discomfort.
"Can you quit this habit of yours, kicking people? And hitting people on the face, that’s another habit you should quit."
"You started it by scolding , serves you right! And if you can’t hit soone in the face, where should it be? Isn’t fighting all about pulling hair and hitting faces?" Xia Siyu was relentless in her stance, but she quickly changed her tune, "At most in the future, I’ll kick others and not you."
Bo Yan was both amused and exasperated. In the end, he just poked her forehead with a finger, unable to bring himself to scold her: "You, you."
**
That evening, Xia Siyu got to enjoy her sweet wine and egg soup dumplings, just as she wished. During the al, everyone at the Bo Family table was observing, and Bo Yan indeed looked... not so good. Plus, when he had just co downstairs, it was clear he was unsteady on his feet, walking with a limp.
Before leaving, Xia Siyu flashed a bright smile and specifically called out Bo Qiliu: "Take care, Uncle!"
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