The Best Actor Insists On Living With Me!-Chapter 1784 - 1774: All Good Things Must Come to an End (Part 3)

A few young idols nearby were laughing, "Sister Siyu probably has something private to say to Teacher Bo."

"Yeah, she came all this way, definitely wants to spend more time together. We shouldn’t disturb them."

To everyone’s surprise, Xia Siyu just spoke up with an annoyed face, "Keep your voices down! It’s so noisy, can’t a person get some rest here?"

After saying that, she slammed the window shut with a "bang."

A group of people were left stunned, exchanging glances, and Bo Yan explained from below, "It’s my fault, I made her angry."

The more he said this, the more everyone below thought he was gentle and considerate, which only highlighted Xia Siyu’s agitation.

"No, no, of course not." The crowd shook their heads, watching Bo Yan go to find Xia Siyu. They sighed, thinking what a good person he was, but unfortunately, he had such a girlfriend.

Before Bo Yan went to find Xia Siyu, he discussed with the director crew to turn off the camera and microphone in her room. Of course, he was the one who disrupted the order by coming here unexpectedly, not for support either, so he didn’t bring any small gifts for the crew. As compensation, he promised to record a separate VLOG for the crew that could be edited into the show. But it would be better not to use the footage from his visit. It was also best to cut out the parts where Xia Siyu lost her temper.

Although Xia Siyu didn’t really care how others viewed her, and it wasn’t the first time she threw a tantrum on a show, it’s best to avoid trouble if possible. Nowadays, audiences scrutinize dramas and variety shows with a magnifying glass, analyzing every little expression in an 800-word essay about your state of mind at the time. Xia Siyu’s direct confrontational approach and unpleasant demeanor when she’s unhappy might get her criticized harshly.

Xia Siyu and he are completely opposite personalities. Xia Siyu follows her own path, acts according to her mood, and as long as she’s happy, other people’s opinions don’t matter. If someone offends her, she’ll retaliate on the spot. Meanwhile, Bo Yan is like a serene mountain; he appears unbothered by difficulties, but he will quietly plot and return the favor a hundredfold.

Their behaviors perfectly match the saying, "A gentleman waits ten years to take revenge, a villain takes revenge all day long." 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

Bo Yan had Song Fengzhi negotiate with the crew, and once they agreed, he immediately knocked on Xia Siyu’s door.

Xia Siyu was staying in a treehouse, her room built next to a big tree. The house resembled a stilt-style building, with a platform supporting a small wooden cabin. Vines hung down from the tree, making it look like a primitive dwelling integrated with nature.

When Bo Yan pushed open the door, Xia Siyu was sitting on the sofa, with her back to him. When Bo Yan closed the door, she snickered; the room still had a camera, and she hadn’t turned off her microphone—Bo Yan had Song Fengzhi coordinate with the director crew to turn off the recording, which Xia Siyu didn’t know. She was thinking, ’Come on in if you dare, as long as you aren’t afraid of being caught on camera.’

Bo Yan really came over, sat next to her, and put his arm around her. Xia Siyu wasn’t fazed at all, glanced at the camera, and let out a snort, "Nice, not only did you come to visit, you barged into the crew, then into my room in front of everyone, closed the door, and dared to hug me. Let’s see how far you dare to go."

Getting a kick out of it, Bo Yan immediately kissed her on the cheek. Xia Siyu nearly got goosebumps, raised her hand to push his hand away, wriggled out of his embrace, and moved to the other side of the sofa.

Bo Yan followed her lead and moved over too. Neither of them spoke; Xia Siyu kept moving aside, and Bo Yan kept following. Finally, she couldn’t take it anymore and turned back angrily, "Bo Yan, are you crazy? There’s so much space; why do you have to squeeze next to me?"

"Yes, I’m crazy, and only you can cure me." Bo Yan rarely spoke sweet words, especially not such slightly cheesy ones. Even when he pursued Xia Siyu, he played hard to get, making her think she took the initiative, while he was just a pitiful small fry.

After they reconciled, although he took care of her meticulously in life, he was stingy with sweet talk.

Xia Siyu snorted again, "Then you might as well die from it."

"How can I do that? If I die, you’ll be a widow."

Only then did Xia Siyu turn to look at him, sarcastically look down at the microphone pinned on her chest, then look up at the camera, "You’re very bold! Go ahead, say more, as long as you’re not afraid of being heard or seen."

Bo Yan smiled, "That’s what you were worried about? Rest assured, before I came in, I had Song Fengzhi contact the show crew to turn off the cameras and microphones."

Xia Siyu was skeptical, "Like they’d do whatever you say? Are you the crew’s boss or something?"

"I promised to film a separate VLOG for them, and help them with promotion." Bo Yan smiled again, "But even if they hear us, it doesn’t matter, they wouldn’t dare put it in the final cut. Even if it airs, I have nothing to fear since we’ve officially announced our relationship."

This time he didn’t shy away at all, directly barging into her base because of this very reason. They’re not in a secret relationship, no need to hide. On one hand, this was to inform her surroundings and assert his claim. On the other, Xia Siyu was still fuming, if he had secretly come to visit, Xia Siyu might have thrown a fit and refused to meet him.

"You..." Bo Yan really is like a sly fox; Han Yifan was right, he’s black-hearted.

Seeing Bo Yan still trying to snuggle, Xia Siyu’s anger flared, and she raised her hand to hit him. He caught her wrist, "I’m sorry."

"I don’t want your apology, just get lost, far away, disappear from my sight!" Xia Siyu, unable to escape, erupted in her anger. Remembering all the old and new grudges over the past half-month, her fury exploded like a volcano. She fiercely pulled her wrist from his grip and gave his face a sharp slap with a loud "smack."

Bo Yan could’ve dodged, but seeing the look in Xia Siyu’s eyes, he didn’t. Xia Siyu’s hit was forceful, turning his face sideways, his bangs flying. Xia Siyu, having practiced boxing, hit with full force in such close quarters with her anger, leaving Bo Yan’s face slightly swollen.

Bo Yan simply chuckled lightly, not angry, and turned back to say, "Your boxing is pretty good."

Xia Siyu stood up to leave, but Bo Yan grabbed her wrist again. Xia Siyu’s anger hadn’t subsided, and seeing Bo Yan’s face with five finger marks still calm as ever, she got even more furious, "Don’t you know it’s this attitude of yours that I hate the most!"