The Best Actor Insists On Living With Me!

No way, Xia Siyu isn’t that kind of person. She wouldn’t even let someone she despises enter her sight, let alone her heart.

Yet it seems Bo Yan really is an exception. Despite Xia Siyu’s undisguised repulsion towards him, she still lives with him and refuses to move out. Moreover, the two of them clearly share a visible closeness.

This behavior, which completely goes against Xia Siyu’s usual principles, must be related to her family matters—unless.

Since Qin Baizhou had known her, she never introduced her family to him. Back when he was a lowly assistant and agent without the authority or inclination to pry into her private affairs. She seemed to always be on her own, with no mention of parents or siblings. Even after he had started a new company and signed her, Xia Siyu still hadn’t any social interactions during holidays. Other than her friend Zhou Weiwei, she didn’t post on social media during festivals or buy any gifts—as if she was an orphan.

But how can someone actually be an orphan? Even orphans have welfare institutions and adoptive parents. However, Xia Siyu lived as if she was an isolated island.

Yet from her appearance on the variety show, her Italian wasn’t bad either.

And judging from her behavior and deportment, she didn’t seem like a girl from an impoverished background. When he first met her, her food, clothing, and general lifestyle were not of poor quality, and she was worldly and knowledgeable—a student at N University fluent in English. Many people of ordinary backgrounds who enter the entertainment world are quickly seduced by its superficial glamor and plunge into a life of decadence. However, she remained indifferent to all that, and not even when powerful tycoons threw money at her did she so much as furrow her brow.

Clearly, she must come from a wealthy family.

But why does she never mention it? What kind of family does Xia Siyu come from?

Qin Baizhou vaguely felt that these unspoken matters were the key to Xia Siyu’s attitude towards Bo Yan.

However, none of his theories alleviated the anxiety in his heart. He stood up, walked over to the office desk, paced back and forth, and finally made up his mind. He picked up the phone and dialed, “Can my schedule for the day after tomorrow be adjusted a bit? Yes, I have some personal matters to take care of. No need for the company to book the tickets, I’ll handle it myself.”

After hanging up the phone, he looked at the window glass.

The entertainment company, to prevent paparazzi snooping, had installed privacy glass. He could clearly see his own reflection mirrored on the window glass.

This time, he was determined to let Xia Siyu know his true feelings!

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On her end, after Xia Siyu hung up the phone, she had the urge to turn around and slap him.

Bo Yan was so annoying, she had warned him not to do such things at this time. If someone took notice, how would she ever face people again?

But just as she prepared to turn around and hit him, Bo Yan made a swift move, and she let out a startled cry.

Bo Yan quickly lowered his head and whispered in her ear, “You’re actually very happy, aren’t you? I could feel it during the phone call just now; you were especially happy.”

Artists often have to hide their true selves, only showing the audience a well-crafted persona or performance. While keeping private lives secret, these feelings that flirt with the brink of discovery only intensify. He had noticed it last time at the door, and this time was even clearer.

Happy my ass! She had initially thought Bo Yan was a person of supreme rationality. Later, she discovered that his so-called rationality was only because he hadn’t had his fill of enjoyment. When it came to things that truly made him happy, he was crazier than anyone.