The Best Actor Insists On Living With Me!

Light shot in from behind her, as if wrapping her in a golden edge, making her appear as though she had stepped out of a painting.

Her expression was natural; as a celebrity, she was long used to being scrutinized, so she didn’t feel the slightest discomfort. She stood by the door, her eyes sweeping swiftly over the venue—Hmm, no empty seats.

The place with the most vacancies on site was only one spot, right beside Bo Yan, at the Bo Family’s main table!

Xia Siyu was not one to shortchange herself. Even though sitting at the Bo Family table wasn’t her intention, she didn’t hesitate at all and marched straight toward the main table.

Everyone on site was watching her, including Bo Yan. Perhaps fearing that she might stumble in the dim lighting, they even shone a spotlight on her.

Thus, Xia Siyu proudly and comfortably walked towards Bo Yan, bathed in light, passing by the Xia Family’s table on her way. Xia Youbiao and Xia Ju’an were fine, but Madam Tong’s face turned colors.

Bo Yan sat in his chair, but a careful observer would notice that he no longer lounged casually with his legs crossed. Instead, he sat up straight. The only thing that hadn’t changed was his smile, which had become even more radiant than before.

Xia Siyu stopped in front of him and asked in front of all the guests, “Is there an empty seat beside you?”

Bo Yan nodded his head.

Without further hesitation, Xia Siyu pulled out the chair and sat down next to him!

At the moment she was seated, the entire venue erupted. Even Shang Feifei, who wasn’t far off, saw it; she said nothing, but her eyes held a meaningful depth. There was also Jiang Bumei, Xia Siyu’s dedicated hater, and Li Weiyi, whom she had beaten up, both looking this way with dark expressions.

The impatient one was Wu Di. She stood up and yelled, “What gives you the right to sit next to Brother Yan?”

Xia Siyu didn’t bother with her. Was there any point in arguing with someone like that? Besides, if she didn’t sit next to Bo Yan, was she supposed to sit on his lap? Two people sharing one seat? Ridiculous!

It was Han Yifan who spoke up, knowing there were media and people from the entertainment industry present and that Bo Yan wasn’t in a position to speak. He broke the silence, “There are no seats left, are there? If not beside him, how about beside you?”

His remark elicited quite a few chuckles. Xia Siyu was late, the venue was dark, and she needed to find a spot—of course, it had to be the main table.

The buzz of conversation filled the air until the elder Bo from the stage coughed, redirecting everyone’s attention back to him. He was delivering a speech, first thanking everyone for attending his birthday banquet, then going on to say that he was getting on in years and no longer had the energy, so he planned to hand over Bosch Corporation to his son.

As he spoke from the stage, Bo Yan and Xia Siyu below exchanged words. Bo Yan leaned in and asked, “How come you’re so late?”

It was only a three-minute walk from the Xia Family’s resting room. Even if she wanted to avoid suspicion, she shouldn’t have been late, right?

Xia Siyu seemed amused, even laughing, “I just saw something interesting. That guy I hit with a wine bottle last time, Li Weiyi, right? He’s proved quite formidable, from now on, you’ll have to call him ‘Mommy Li’!”

She knew Li Yiru was being promoted by someone but didn’t know who, until just now when she ran into them. She was in Li Weiyi’s dad’s arms!