Chapter 363 Untitled (6)
Bo Yan had always been accustod to doing everything at his own pace. First, he would et soone, then get to know them, gradually grow fonder, confess his feelings, date, and then get married.
Even if he liked sothing, if he didn’t understand its characteristics, he would still observe it for a very long ti, no matter how fond of it he was.
The sudden appearance of Xia Siyu was like a shooting star gliding across his night sky. The first ti they t, she introduced herself; the second ti, they naturally had a al together. She was the first to confess, and it was her who initiated their first kiss. Even their first ti was instigated by him.
She invested too quickly, and he invested too slowly. In his heart, his affections for her gradually deepened, but on the surface, he still wore a distant and unapproachable deanor.
She was also constantly preoccupied with family matters.
Until that incident happened.
Their first ti was even the night before they broke up.
After it was over, she kicked Bo Yan out cleanly and then disappeared from his world.
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Latter on, they got married.
It was a thorough match of convenience; it wasn’t until before the wedding that Xia Siyu found out that her intended was Bo Yan.
At that ti, her career was at its lowest point, with Jiang Bui spreading rumors about her, other families joining in the attack, and bosses like the one from Golden Plastic Tires who failed trying to harass her under the table—all these forces were blackening her na. She was also at odds with her previous agency and hadn’t yet switched over to Qin Baizhou.
Even the assistant who had followed her for years had been taken away by the previous agency. Her fild movies were shelved, her endorsed advertisers were suing her for breach of contract, demanding she pay an astronomical sum in damages.
She was truly on her own.
However, she didn’t agree to marry Bo Yan only because of this; it was still related to her mother.
But it didn’t really matter. After all, it was just a marriage of convenience. Who she married didn’t really make a difference. They had already agreed to lead separate lives, and as long as it didn’t affect her personal life, she had consented. Besides, Bo Yan was preferable to others; she knew him inside and out and at least he wouldn’t target her.
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Later, she had to move into Qingcheng Apartnt to avoid the black fans—the apartnt they arranged as their marital ho, yet they never lived there a single day. Instead, after being distant for three years, they began living together.
But what bothered her was that she had thought they were two people who didn’t interfere with each other’s lives. Who would have known Bo Yan would always find opportunities to get close? Appearing on the sa film shoots, joining the sa variety shows, and even living together. She initially thought she might be overthinking it—Bo Yan wasn’t soone easily swayed or softened, and he hadn’t shown her much kindness when they were dating, nor had he been close during their three years of marriage. Why would he think of her now?
Later, it was proven that Bo Yan, that big pervert, was out to bully her.
As Xia Siyu fell asleep, she was thinking maybe she had been daydreaming and night dreaming too much lately. She always felt that guy Bo Yan was up to no good, liking to pinch her waist and kiss her lips, doing naughty things to her. And the feeling of this dreamworld was just a bit too real—so real that she herself believed that at this mont, she was sitting atop Bo Yan, wrestling with him.
In the end, it was like returning to Heidelberg, seeing those fireworks ascend into the night sky, with her body trembling slightly.
It wasn’t until long after the storm had subsided that she gradually awoke from her deep slumber.
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