The Best Actor Insists On Living With Me!-Chapter 1788 - 1778: Nourishment (Part 1)

"Then you go ahead. I’m going abroad to date John." As soon as they reconciled, Xia Siyu immediately reverted to her usual arrogance.

She glanced at Bo Yan: "Gained weight recently? Do you still have muscles? Look at John, he’s really strong."

"Do you want to verify?" Bo Yan was unafraid, given that the cameras and microphones were turned off.

Who is Xia Siyu? She wasn’t afraid at all, upon hearing this, she immediately reached out her hand.

Bo Yan saw how bold she was; although the cameras and microphones were off, who knows if someone downstairs could hear the commotion? Or if anyone was spying?

Almost as if sensing his thoughts, someone really knocked on the door: "Teacher Xia, Teacher Bo, can I come in? Let’s discuss tomorrow’s filming plan."

Xia Siyu withdrew her hand reluctantly: "I’ll be out right away."

She was ready to go out when Bo Yan grabbed her arm: "Wait a moment."

Then he helped her straighten her clothes, tidied himself up as well. Her face had injuries, and so did his, and there was no time for her to put on makeup to conceal them.

So they headed downstairs with two palm prints on their faces. Initially, the people downstairs had ambiguous expressions, but they were surprised when they saw the palm prints on their faces.

The treehouse had good soundproofing; after all, it housed celebrities, and while it was a reality show, they weren’t working 24/7—some private space had to be allotted. The room was lined with wood-colored acoustic cotton, soundproofing paint was used, even the windows were soundproof. No one outside could see or hear what happened inside. Besides, Bo Yan had Song Fengzhi request the crew to turn off the cameras and microphones in exchange for promoting and recording related videos—so there was no way to know what happened inside.

But seeing the palm prints on their faces, the people below were certainly shocked. They didn’t expect that the two of them would slap each other during an argument.

Xia Siyu was decisive, immediately spoke up: "What are you looking at? The injury on my face was caused by him. He felt guilty, so he slapped himself as well."

What does it mean when a villain accuses first? This is exactly it. Bo Yan was speechless.

The guests nearby had intriguing expressions, and it was Wei Jingjing who calmly said, "Aren’t you just giving yourself away? Are you sure these two slaps weren’t inflicted by yourself?"

Xia Siyu certainly didn’t admit: "If I were to slap, I’d only slap him. What’s the point of slapping myself?"

Oh, at least she admitted that the injury on Bo Yan’s face was caused by her. Wei Jingjing analyzed: "If the injury on your face was inflicted by Yan, he wouldn’t have just received one slap in return."

The expressions of the guests nearby became even more intriguing. Clearly, it was a display of violence, yet Bo Yan didn’t seem angry at all; in fact, he looked at her with tenderness. Xia Siyu wasn’t guilty at all either; she had slapped Bo Yan, but she also returned the favor, quite fair.

The show’s director didn’t continue this topic, moving on to discuss tomorrow’s shoot. When it came to work, Xia Siyu was very serious. Especially now that her heart was at ease, with no emotional worries, she could focus on her work.

Once tomorrow’s work was discussed, it was time to rest. The crew looked at Bo Yan, now that he was here, what would he do? Like the other attendants, would he stay nearby, or what?

As for Xia Siyu, would she rest in the treehouse, or be with Bo Yan?

This question didn’t need to be lingered upon, Bo Yan checked the time: "You all rest well, I won’t be bothering you."

Xia Siyu immediately asked: "You’re going back?"

Bo Yan nodded: "I’ll take a car to the airport now, catch the earliest flight in the morning."

He was initially very busy with work, but to see her today, he postponed two dinner engagements. Now that things here were cleared up, he could return with peace of mind.

Xia Siyu was a bit surprised, but with the crew watching, she, being bold, didn’t have the interest to put on a live show: "It’s so late... the roads must be hard to navigate?"

"Gotta catch a plane," Bo Yan said, "Besides, a day’s delay is enough, can’t afford any more."

If she’d known he was leaving so quickly, she would’ve checked his abs earlier. But they were both accustomed to partings. Work was such, there’s no point in complaining when choosing this profession.

Xia Siyu responded with an ’oh’, initially wanted to ask more, but with so many people around, it wasn’t appropriate to say much, so she nodded: "Well, off you go." After a while, she added: "Take care."

These four words softened Bo Yan’s gaze. He wanted to say something, his Adam’s apple moved twice, and finally he managed: "You too."

After speaking, he looked at the crew: "Sorry for the disturbance."

Then he glanced at Song Fengzhi: "Let’s go."

Song Fengzhi also discussed VLOG filming with the director team; once the script was ready, he’d take time to handle it.

Initially, Xia Siyu didn’t want to watch Bo Yan’s departing figure, feeling it made her seem attached to him. As he left, she continued to discuss work matters on this side. However, as the car started, her gaze couldn’t resist turning towards the direction of his departure. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

The advantage of night was that even if she couldn’t see him in the dark, she’d see the glaring headlights of his vehicle. The headlights shredded through the darkness but quickly vanished into even denser darkness, moving farther away.

It was at this moment that Xia Siyu truly felt the so-called taste of love. Before this, her feelings had been gradually deepening. Though there were ups and downs, those so-called ups and downs were her deliberate choices. She chose to leave him, later agreed to date him after his pursuit. And, throughout this process, she constantly felt Bo Yan’s deeper love for her. The saying goes, the favored have nothing to fear—and she was the one without fear.

But until now, she felt another flavor of emotions: the frustration of not being valued by him, the irritation when he didn’t contact her, the happiness of reconciliation, and his departure right now.

Sour and sweet, the worry of gain and loss, the ebb and flow, love and hate intertwined. This emotion was unfamiliar to her, but undeniably, this round of ups and downs quelled her doubts about their relationship gradually fading.

She began recalling many of her acted scenes; they all involved reunion and separation, misunderstandings causing missed connections. At the time, she may have handled it a bit carelessly, not grasping the essence.

Love, like nutrients, nourished and guided her.