The Best Actor Insists On Living With Me!

Chapter 621: Chapter 618 Hatred (2)
 

Comfort was to no avail, nor did calling her yield any fruit. He gently cradled her face and gave her a fine kiss.

When Xia Siyu came to, she averted her eyes, “I understand how to act it out now.”

She was talking about acting, but Bo Yan knew that her emotions just now were not about that. The anger in her eyes was so earnest, it definitely wasn’t something about acting; to perform panic, there was no need to exert so much effort.

The only emotion that could cause violent turmoil in Xia Siyu’s heart must be related to her family. Her family, her mother, was her greatest weakness and her deepest secret.

She didn’t wish to speak of it, and he didn’t want to force her. But he also wanted to tell her that she was no longer alone; he would fight alongside her.

Gently rubbing her cheek with the tip of his nose, Bo Yan said, “No matter what difficulties we encounter in the future, feel free to tell me. We are husband and wife, a shared destiny. Whether it’s facing work, life, or family.”

Upon hearing the last word, Xia Siyu turned back to look at him. Bo Yan’s eyes were sincere, and she believed he was telling the truth.

Indeed, she and Bo Yan now shared a common enemy: Bo Yi and Xia Sicai. This was also why she was willing to trust him and to be with him now.

Perhaps their marriage would still not be one of love, but a natural alliance and a common goal would make it incredibly strong.

“All right.” She nodded, then lowered her head, “Continue.”

Bo Yan smiled, certain things indeed did not need further clarification if both of them understood. He followed her gaze to the script, but this time, he reached around from behind her, grasping the back of her hand, and they flipped through the pages together.

Xia Siyu was a bit uncomfortable at first, but soon, engrossed in the script that Bo Yan explained with great expertise and detail, she moved past it. When tired, she rested.

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The meeting had already ended late, and after studying the script for a while, Xia Siyu’s eyelids began to droop. She had woken up early that morning to catch the flight and had been traveling all day. Now her head grew heavier and heavier, and she was on the verge of falling asleep.

Gently sniffing her cheek, Bo Yan asked, “Tired?”

Xia Siyu nodded with the slightest movement, her eyes too drowsy to keep open. She had already washed up earlier, so there was no need for another cleanup. Bo Yan took the script from her, but she struggled up to fold a corner of the page she was on, so she wouldn’t lose her place later.

But as soon as she set down the script, her head tilted, and like a malfunctioning robot, she collapsed in an instant.

Bo Yan found it both amusing and heart-wrenching, with a slight sense of satisfaction. He picked her up, placed her by the bed, and covered her with a blanket. He was about to go to the bathroom when suddenly Xia Siyu caught his hand with a soft call, “Mommy.”

Bo Yan was taken aback, guessing she must have recalled some dreadful scene just now. He bent over, gently kissed her forehead, and reassured, “Don’t be afraid, I’m here.”

Perhaps the gesture of kissing her forehead was exactly like the goodnight kisses her mother used to give before bedtime, because without speaking, she wrapped her arms around his arm, affectionately rubbing her head against it, and then settled into a comfortable position, drifting into deep sleep.

Watching her peaceful sleeping face, Bo Yan felt a mixture of joy and pain. The joy was that she had finally let down her guard with him. But the pain was: he still wanted to go to the restroom.