The Best Actor Insists On Living With Me!-Chapter 1785 - 1775: All Unions Must Come to an End (Part 4)

She is impulsive and emotional, while he is rational and stable. When they got along well, she didn’t feel there was anything wrong. She even sighed countless times in life, fortunately having Bo Yan by her side. Without Bo Yan, she wouldn’t have bounced back from her lows so quickly. Without Bo Yan’s guidance and theoretical advice, her acting skills might not have developed so quickly.

Bo Yan is not only her lover but also her work partner, and a comrade in battle. They share the same career goals, face common enemies, and she relies on him professionally and leans on him personally. Gradually, Bo Yan has deeply invaded her life.

So now when she looks at Bo Yan’s face, her anger erupts like a volcano. She suddenly realizes it’s not right. In the past, Xia Siyu feared nothing and did things as she pleased. She would flirt with Bo Yan and then ruthlessly kick him away. She entered the entertainment circle without giving a damn about the fans, doing whatever she wanted, retaliating against anyone she wished.

That was because she prioritized herself. Although she liked Bo Yan, it was merely a liking, maybe not much different from a pet dog. So when he got a bit close to Xia Sicai, she kicked him away. After they got married and reconciled, for a long time, she also prioritized her own thoughts. So it was always her rushing forward, causing a mess, with Bo Yan cleaning up after her.

Unknowingly, she fell in love with Bo Yan, and the weight of that love kept increasing. So when Bo Yan didn’t immediately respond to her feelings, she would react erratically, feeling happy one moment and angry the next. And when Bo Yan didn’t contact her, she was on the brink of collapse. Even now, seeing Bo Yan, she was immediately angry, precisely because she cared too much.

Compared with someone like Qin Baizhou, who had backstabbed her in a faction incident, Xia Siyu was very disappointed but was she angry? No. Because Qin Baizhou wasn’t her lover nor too important. Although they were friends for many years, if they couldn’t get along, they could only drift apart.

But Bo Yan is different. Even a tiny move from him can provoke such a huge reaction.

Actually, Bo Yan didn’t do anything wrong; he’s always been himself. The person who changed is her. She placed too much importance on Bo Yan, that’s why she is so furious.

She shouldn’t be angry at him; she should be angry at herself.

Bo Yan saw Xia Siyu standing there in a daze, thinking she had figured it out, and was ready to continue comforting her. Then he noticed Xia Siyu’s gaze sharpen suddenly, and she raised her hand again.

Is she going to slap him again? It makes sense; it wasn’t his first day knowing Xia Siyu. When she gets angry, she likes to hit people—a habit she hasn’t broken for years. Let her hit, it’s not like it hurts much; she’s a woman after all.

Who knew, Xia Siyu’s hand was raised, but instead of hitting him, she slapped herself across the face.

A loud "slap" echoed, crisp and clear, leaving Bo Yan dumbfounded.

Wow, this girl is harsh on herself! Moreover, judging by the sound, that slap was even harder than the one she gave him. Her tender little face swelled up immediately.

No sooner had she slapped herself, she seemed unsatisfied and was even preparing to raise her hand to slap herself again. Bo Yan hurriedly grabbed her wrist. Although he didn’t understand what was going on, how could she continue this? She hurt herself, and it pained him more than her.

"Don’t do this."

"Let go! Don’t interfere with me!" She was determined to slap herself awake. She wanted to remind herself never to place anyone more important than herself, even if that person was Bo Yan.

Yes, this time she was sulking by herself. Actually, she knew from the start that it wasn’t really Bo Yan’s fault. Admittedly, later during the cold war, his lack of greetings was unexpected, but it wasn’t a fundamental mistake.

But people change. What if Bo Yan really grows a different mind in the future? What if Bo Yan doesn’t love her as much in the future? This time Bo Yan was willing to come over and comfort her, but in the future, if the feelings fade, she could be furious and tortured over there, and Bo Yan wouldn’t even know, or even if he knew, he might not care—thinking women just like to make their own trouble. He might avoid triggering unnecessary drama.

Then what about her? She can’t foolishly let her emotions be tied to this man; it would ruin her.

She needed to break free, to slap herself; she needed to wake up early.

The more she struggled, the tighter Bo Yan held. Actually, he came here quite composed. Even when Xia Siyu glared at him fiercely, even when Xia Siyu slapped him, he didn’t panic, but now he was genuinely worried: "Honey, if you’re angry, take it out on me, hit me, okay? Don’t take it out on yourself."

He grasped her hand, gently tapped it against his own face, but it still didn’t quench the fire in Xia Siyu’s heart. Bo Yan was genuinely anxious this time. He tightened his grip on her hand, bringing it to his lips, kissing it again and again: "Please, don’t hurt yourself. It’s all my fault, you hit me."

Xia Siyu wanted to break free, but Bo Yan wanted to restrain her. The two of them tugged at each other for a long time before finally ending the tug-of-war. After a long while, maybe Xia Siyu’s energy was the first to be exhausted, and her initial rage also subsided.

The rational Xia Siyu lifted her head to glance at Bo Yan, who was also looking at her.

His face was still handsome, his gaze still filled with deep affection, but Xia Siyu didn’t dare look any further. She exhaled a long breath: "Bo Yan, I don’t want to like you that much anymore."

It wasn’t said in an angry tone, nor was it very decisive, but Bo Yan felt a slight twinge in his chest upon hearing it. His Adam’s apple bobbed, and it was a long time before he spoke, his voice slightly hoarse: "I’m sorry."

It was still an apology, but it was noticeably heavier than the previous placating tone.

After a pause, he continued: "You can like me less, as long as you don’t reject my ever-present affection for you. To be honest, up until now, I still don’t know why you were so angry at first. These past few days without contact, I admit, initially, I was afraid of saying the wrong thing again and angering you further, so I wanted to wait a few days until you calmed down. But Siyu, I want to tell you this, in my heart, my feelings for you have never been just liking."

"You’re smart, you can learn anything quickly. You’re strong, never considering giving up when facing difficulties. Especially in acting, your talent is so remarkable. Honestly, I’m a bit jealous of you. I have this feeling that one day you’ll soar to unreachable heights for me. But besides jealousy, there’s more—a sense of pride. Really, I’m proud of you. I also hope that one day, during international introductions, they won’t say, ’This is Bo Yan’s wife,’ but rather, ’This is Xia Siyu’s husband.’"