She still left her hand hanging in mid-air: "Honey, Mr. Bo, big brother, old man, at your service."
The wife you marry, the one you spoil rotten, what can you do? Just have to endure it. Bo Yan, still having his foot stomped on by her, trembles as he reaches out his hand to let her place hers on his arm: "Please, go ahead."
"That’s more like it." Xia Siyu, satisfied, pulls back her foot and walks inside confidently with her head held high.
After all, though she, like everyone else, is afraid of aging, afraid of becoming ugly, more than becoming old and ugly, she’s worried that when she reaches fifty or sixty, nearing the end of her life, looking back, she’ll realize that despite her fa hitting the peak, she has no signature work, no award.
Beauty fades with ti, but a signature work doesn’t. It remains fresh for years, like her mom, even after being deliberately hidden for thirty years, there’s still soone who rembers her.
Bo Yan sighed: "And I don’t know when I’ll also get the privilege of being served."
Xia Siyu laughed: "Want to be served? Simple, just make the movie well, make it a hit, and I win an award. Then how you’d like to serve you?"
Bo Yan shook his head: "That won’t do. If I make a good movie and you perform terribly, what if you flop?"
Xia Siyu scoffed again: "If I act well, it’s my own credit, what does it have to do with you? And you still hope I’d serve you? Maybe in the next life!"
Bo Yan was speechless: "Doesn’t that an I’ll never enjoy this privilege in this life?"
Xia Siyu’s eyes darted around, wiggling her little finger: "Actually, it’s not that hard. I have an idea for you."
Seeing her eyes swirling mischievously, Bo Yan knew she had no good intentions but still smiled as he leaned in and asked: "Tell ."
"It’s not hard. Just change people. If I don’t want to serve you, there are plenty who would kneel at your feet and kiss your toes. You can find them. Maybe not just won, even n would be willing. As long as you’re willing to loosen the conditions a bit, you’ve got a wide range of choices."
Bo Yan was relieved he wasn’t drinking water, or he’d choke to death hearing this: "I’ve never seen anyone willingly putting a cuckold’s hat on themselves."
Xia Siyu looked unconcerned: "Who said I’m putting on a cuckold’s hat? You might find a next partner, but can’t I find a young stud? Rest assured, I’m very fair. If you find a second spring, I can find a young stud too. A young, strong, and obedient body, just thinking about it makes happy!"
As Xia Siyu spoke, she looked so dreamy that Bo Yan felt increasingly uncomfortable: "Hey, watch your expression; your drool is almost spilling out."
"Is it?" Xia Siyu hastily rubbed the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, finding it entirely dry. She even regretted it: "Honestly, only being with you, there’s a tiny bit of regret. Never tried with soone else; who knows if they’re good? What if they just look good but don’t deliver?"
Hearing this made Bo Yan even more irritated: "Who are you saying just looks good but doesn’t deliver?"
"Didn’t ntion you; it could be , I might not be skilled." Xia Siyu waved a big hand, speaking boldly, "And besides, always playing with one person, wouldn’t you find it boring? Even playing ping pong, you need to change opponents. Always playing against one person, skills won’t improve, and you won’t enjoy the thrill of sports competition."
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