The Best Actor Insists On Living With Me!-Chapter 1781 - 1771: Separation (4)

Another "Yan," another "Yan," she was about to get so mad she’d break out in a rash.

"Nothing, I’ll go with whatever you guys decide." She swallowed her anger, knowing it was silly to get worked up over a word with these people.

"That won’t do, we’re a team, and no input from anyone, especially from Sister Xia, is acceptable."

Xia Siyu couldn’t hold it anymore, grinding her teeth she said, "Can’t you guys choose a different wording?"

Can’t they stop saying "speak" and use "give your opinion" instead?

The group was a bit stunned, paused, and then said, "Xia... Teacher Xia?"

Xia Siyu frowned, "It’s not that title. Plus, why are you calling me teacher? Just use my name." The title of "teacher" always reminded her of Bo Yan, who used to be a college lecturer.

The person paused again, "Sister Siyu, please speak."

Xia Siyu’s fists were clenched into balls, and she barely managed to suppress her irritation.

After dinner, to help with digestion, an elder colleague brought out some tea leaves and a complete tea set.

As soon as Xia Siyu saw the tea set, she immediately thought of Bo Yan. She never used to drink tea; the habit came from Bo Yan. Someone nearby asked, "Sister Siyu, would you like some tea?"

Thinking of Bo Yan put Xia Siyu in a bad mood, and she immediately shook her head, "No, thank you."

"Oh, oh..."

Someone else warmly offered, "Then would Sister Siyu like some coffee? I’m afraid without something to perk you up, the journey ahead might be difficult."

Xia Siyu asked offhandedly, "What kind of coffee?"

The person said, "Not sure, it’s a special blend by the owner of a café I frequent, ground from a mix of several types of coffee beans, very fragrant."

Xia Siyu picked up the package, which read: "Sumatran Manting, Brazilian Santo Antonio, Ethiopian Sidamo Oiran."

These types, Xia Siyu happened to know well. Not long ago, Bo Yan mentioned: "Manting, not sour or bitter, but with a strong burnt taste. Santo Antonio has a sweet pineapple-strawberry flavor, and Sidamo Oiran..."

When he said this, he had swept his gaze over her: "As the name suggests, Oiran, like you, has the fragrance of roses and the flavor of strawberries and peaches. It’s tangy and sweet with a rich aroma. This mix, sweet and sour, yet robust, tastes fantastic."

At the thought of Bo Yan, Xia Siyu’s appetite vanished. Especially since Bo Yan had specifically educated her on these types, it felt like his voice was whispering in her ear, his gaze gently brushing over her, making her feel very uncomfortable.

"...I’ll just have water." Xia Siyu picked up a bottle of mineral water, habitually extending it to the side.

Then she suddenly realized that usually, at this moment, it was Bo Yan who teasingly and indulgently said, "You can lift a 30-kilogram barbell, yet you can’t twist open a tiny mineral water bottle cap."

Of course, she could open it herself; she just habitually let Bo Yan help. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

Xia Siyu was a bit dazed, and quickly withdrew her hand, twisted it open herself after two tries, and took a sip of water. It was bland and tasteless, just plain boiled water, not likely to bloom into anything flavorful.

The journey ahead, though smooth and unhindered, Xia Siyu had plenty of energy yet wanted to ditch someone from her mind, so she was quite proactive along the way. A young idol beside her said, "Sister Siyu, you’ve really overturned my impressions."

When not mentioning Bo Yan, Xia Siyu was actually quite easygoing. She turned her head and asked, "What kind of image?"

"In most people’s eyes, you must be particularly beautiful and formidable. Then there’s a bit of a leader vibe, kind of imposing yet very lively and talkative. But after getting to know you, it turns out you’re very quiet and calm, like a real lady."

At the mention of the term "real lady," Xia Siyu was irritated again. Bo Yan had said before: "You, yeah you, if only you were quieter, more serene, like a real lady."

Damn, why is it Bo Yan again?

Moreover, although Xia Siyu is energetic and has high athletic quality, once she relaxes, she tends to throw her luggage around habitually. Even though in front of the camera, she’d tidy up a bit, it wasn’t much better.

The one who praised her as a "real lady" earlier jokingly said, "Sister Siyu, your assistant must have a particularly large workload. Every time helping you tidy up must take quite a bit of time, right?"

This sentence, every time she threw her clothes around, Bo Yan would also say: "You ought to give Wei Jingjing a raise. She’s been promoted from assistant to manager and still has to help with your wardrobe problems, which is a huge workload. Every time I’m not around, tidying up after you must take quite a bit of time, right?"

Bo Yan this, Bo Yan that. Xia Siyu was honestly fed up.

How long have they been together? Not even three years, but it seems like her entire being has become useless. Even though in everyday filming and work, she and Bo Yan are mostly apart, whenever together, her private space was indeed all him.

In less than three years, Bo Yan had entirely occupied her private domain. Teaching her to read, teaching her acting, cooking meals for her, doing the dishes, cleaning the house, organizing the place, anything she wanted, she didn’t need to lift a finger. Shout "Bo Yan" once, and it’d obediently be in her hands.

In just that short time, everything of hers had been profoundly altered by him. It’s not that she can’t manage without him, but in three years, these routines have seamlessly integrated into her life, becoming second nature.

Damn it, a beast never bows down! She’s got to change this habit.

And the first step in changing a habit is to avoid avoiding it, and to not treat everything related to "Bo Yan" as a sensitive topic. With all these sensitive words around her.

She took a deep breath, changed tactics, "How about I change tactics and greet you in a way you’re familiar with?"

The person was still puzzled, "What way?"

Xia Siyu smiled dangerously, "By swearing at you, of course. Didn’t you say I was imposing? Let me just curse you out a bit. Didn’t you say I was vivacious? I’ll satisfy your whim, which country’s swear words do you want to hear? Those from the United Kingdom, France, or Italy? Classical ones are fine too, I can do Latin swear words."

"No, no, no need." The person weakly smiled and walked off. Watching their retreating back, Xia Siyu took a deep breath.

Right, I’ll just treat Bo Yan like a curse word, using UK, French, Italian, and Latin to curse him out, pretend he’s a pig.

Having figured it out, Xia Siyu’s performance became much more normal afterward. In the evening, they arrived at the camp, set up the site, just finished filming and were about to rest. As expected, the person who came to curse in four languages—Bo Yan was already in the resting area, waiting for her!