Chapter 321: Masked Kiss (1)
“Yes, thank you for your gracious gift, Grandfather,”
Bo Yan answered quite calmly. He also stated, “Today is Grandfather’s eightieth birthday, please don’t be upset. I have never regretted becoming an actor. It is my profession, and my pursuit.”
During the conversation, Xia Siyu had already changed into her high-heeled shoes and pressed the elevator button. Bo Yan looked up impassively: “I’m about to enter the elevator, I’ll be there soon.”
When he hung up the phone, he could still hear his grandfather blowing his beard and staring on the other end.
Bo Yan understood his grandfather. If he put himself in his shoes, considering his youngest son had died and his eldest son, though diocre, was in his pri. His youngest grandson was clever but had no parents or guidance. His eldest grandson was a bit lacking but always striving to shoulder the Bo Family. From any perspective, he would choose the eldest grandson to inherit Bosch.
His grandfather wasn’t bad to him, but under this mindset, he would pay more attention to Bo Yi and neglect him. If Bo Yi achieved even a little, there would be a crowd around him singing his praises.
And he had nothing.
But it didn’t matter, for he had already found what he wanted. Fa and the company couldn’t hold him back.
The two entered the elevator together, and as they descended, silence reigned. Xia Siyu watched him through the tallic reflection of the elevator doors. He stood erect, his shirt buttoned up without a wrinkle, and his hair combed perfectly, showing no emotion.
But Bo Yan, typically cold, was never this polite when speaking. His courtesy indicated that he actually did care a little.
What he cared about wasn’t that his grandfather had given Bosch to Bo Yi, but the unfairness.
Children reliant on others often have a sensitive disposition. Just like her: though her mother gave her plenty of love and her father also loved her, sotis she was bothered that their dad spent more ti with Xia Ju’an and Xia Sicai on this side.
After exiting the elevator, Little Tang had yet to arrive. Bo Yan stood at the elevator entrance and suddenly asked her, “Would you like to co with to buy a birthday gift for Grandfather?”
Xia Siyu was startled and took a while before nodding: “Sure.”
Perhaps it was a sense of “commiserating with each other” or a tradition of respecting elders, but she didn’t refuse Bo Yan’s request.
Bo Yan hadn’t called Song Fengzhi to pick him up; he had driven there himself.
He didn’t take his usual Maybach but chose a more low-profile Audi and offered her the passenger seat. This was the first ti Xia Siyu was in his car, and she felt slightly uncomfortable.
When they were dating back in university, Xia Siyu wore a disguise and no one knew she was the Xia Family’s heiress. Bo Yan was also low-key, never flaunting his Bo Family lineage. They mostly got around on foot, communicated by yelling, and relied on dogs for security. The occasional outing involved public transport or the subway, and they rarely took cabs.
By the ti they reunited later, she had beco a widely popular star, while he was just starting out as the young master of the Bo Family. She already had her own drivers and assistants, and he lacked nothing in terms of service. After getting married, they each had their own transportation. Being celebrities, even shopping on a daily basis was inconvenient, let alone traveling together. Even for family dinners, they arrived separately with no connection to each other.
It was only recently, with his shaless persistence and her soft heart, that she had let him draw near.
But going shopping ant hitting the stores. If the two of them appeared in a mall, wouldn’t the place instantly grind to a halt?
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