The Best Actor Insists On Living With Me!

While the two men were talking, the middle-aged overseas Chinese nearby suddenly spoke up.

Bo Yan and Bo Yi turned around simultaneously; the overseas Chinese was wearing a smile with a knowing look that men understand, and said, “Deserving of the title of Best Actor indeed, even Xia Siyu couldn’t resist you! Though she is known for being entangled in scandals, in our circle, it’s rare for someone to actually get close to her. I have a friend who met her at a cocktail party and was completely enchanted by her. He does business with entertainment tycoons in Hong Kong and has resources from there. The next day, at another party, he brought funds and projects, hoping to splurge on her. Guess what happened? He didn’t even get to see her face; her agent kicked him out! My friend has lived for so long and never before has anyone disgraced him like that.”

After Bo Yan became famous, the Bo Family was happy to use his fame for some publicity, and everyone in the external circles knew that he was the young master of the Bo Family from Yancheng.

But Xia Siyu, from the very beginning, only a few insiders knew her true identity. The Xia Family never brought her into the limelight, and she never wanted to let others know her background.

This had become an unspoken convention, from her debut to the present. Even he only learned that Xia Siyu was Xia Sicai’s sister, the heiress of the Xia Family, when Bo Yan was about to get married.

Bo Yan kept a neutral expression, while Bo Yi spent some time looking at his cousin before asking with a chuckle, “When did this happen?”

The overseas Chinese thought for a moment: “About four years ago. Back then she was still the pure jade girl. Who would have known that after half a year, her dark secrets would be exposed, and her reputation plummeted. Later, scandals were everywhere, involving all sorts of playboys and rich second-generation youths. But even so, to get her to agree to meet, let alone any further developments, was as hard as a dining rendezvous.”

Four years ago, or rather three years ago, really was the most tumultuous time for Xia Siyu. Moreover, she had a reputation collapse, escaping in disarray from one agency to the current one, and then marrying Bo Yan.

The campaign that targeted Xia Siyu’s character three years ago might not have been just the actress dating the male celebrity’s girlfriend tearing her down, there might have been rival families involved, perhaps even some with financial interests.

Who knows how many investors and rich second-generations she had rejected, who were working behind the scenes to further tarnish her reputation!

Luckily it was Xia Siyu, she never cared about others’ opinions of her, and when attacked viciously online she might even join the fray herself, boasting, “I live for my own pleasure!” When she was bombarded by cyberbullying, her agency received millions of messages every day, all insulting her. She moved countless times, and Wei Jingjing and the others changed their numbers countless times too, all to avoid the cyber onslaught.

If it were someone less resilient, more prone to overthinking, they might have sunk into depression and left the industry, maybe even harmed themselves out of despair.

These people, simply because she was popular, successful, and refused to go with the flow or submit to casting couch demands, sought to ruin her completely!

Bo Yan asked nonchalantly, “What’s your friend’s name?”

The overseas Chinese gave a name: “Mr. Chen of Gold Mold Tires, the famous tire king of Malaysia.”

Bo Yan nodded: “Your friend is really unfortunate.”

“Not exactly unfortunate, since times have changed.”

Bo Yan was indifferent, of course, he thought it a pity. Gold Mold Tires, that company would no longer exist in the future.