The Best Actor Insists On Living With Me!

Although Shang Feifei was not as pretty as Xia Siyu, that was only in relative terms. She was also a top star in the entertainment industry, it’s just that her beauty was more understated, while Xia Siyu’s was glamorous. But in the midst of ordinary people, she was still an undeniable beauty.

Especially at such a close distance, it was like a beauty overload.

Her temperament wasn’t as explosive as Xia Siyu’s, and even after bumping into him, she didn’t get that angry. She just smiled a bit, quickly stood straight, and then smoothed out her hair that had been tousled by the collision.

Shang Feifei naturally had long black straight hair, and as she combed through it, the perfume scent entwined in her strands seemed to grow even richer.

“Sorry.”

Hmm, her voice was also very pleasant.

It wasn’t as clear as Xia Siyu’s, hers was softer.

Bo Yan, with his cold exterior and flirty heart, liked girls like Xia Siyu who were both beautiful and had good figures. Han Yifan, already flashy in his appearance, preferred the pure and innocent type instead. Even the university student that Bo once mentioned, who would kiss for half an hour and then go to a hotel room for an hour, was the innocent type.

It wasn’t a matter of high or low class, just a difference in aesthetic preferences.

Han Yifan quickly reined in the frivolity on his face, straightened out his clothes, and even reached out to shake her hand, “Hello, my name is Han Yifan, a friend of Bo Yan, the second son of Han Enterprise.”

Heaven knows how he usually hated introducing himself as the second son of Han Enterprise when outside. Like Bo Yan and Xia Siyu, he didn’t like to rely on his family’s name. People’s goodwill towards him, their respect for him, was not due to his own abilities, but because of his surname.

But Shang Feifei was different, she was an award-winning actress, one of the top figures in China’s entertainment industry. Without using Bo Yan’s and Han Enterprise’s reputation, she probably wouldn’t even remember him.

However, Shang Feifei clearly didn’t care about his string of titles, simply smiling, “Mr. Han, hello. Shang Feifei.”

She hesitated for a moment, but then shook his hand.

Afterward, it seemed someone was looking for her. She withdrew her hand, bowed slightly and said, “Sorry, I need to go check.”

Han Yifan didn’t cling to her and watched as she left with a graceful walk, quickly returning to mingling and toasting with others.

Although Shang Feifei also belonged to the carefree and forthright category, she was a bit different from Xia Sicai. In Xia Sicai’s demeanor, there was a hint of the shrewdness of the business world and refined self-interest. As for Shang Feifei, a star accustomed to being adored by fans and media, she didn’t navigate as effortlessly as Xia Sicai and sometimes even showed a touch of aloof detachment.

This detachment could cause those who disliked her to call her a green tea, but her fans would praise her, saying she had the pure demeanor of a chrysanthemum and a lofty grace.

In a word, it was exactly what hooked Han Yifan’s sense of beauty, and it did so firmly.

He picked up his phone, gazed at Shang Feifei’s receding figure, and called Bo Yan, “You know Shang Feifei, right?”

On the other end of the line, Bo Yan frowned, his face bearing the bemused look of an old man flustered with a smartphone .jpg.

How should he put it—he knew her, sure. They had each other’s numbers and WeChat, but it was nothing special, the most ordinary colleague relationship. They belonged to the same industry, collaborating occasionally, and running into each other at work-related events.

Well, if he had to say, she was one of the people that his wife, Xia Siyu, disliked.

He didn’t respond, but Han Yifan didn’t care whether he answered or not. He simply said into the phone, “I’m going to get her. Within a month, I’ll have slept with her.”