The Best Actor Insists On Living With Me!

This was the most secluded corner, and although that was the case, there were still quite a few people attending the banquet today, so there were some coming and going.

It couldn’t be his driver, could it?

As he was thinking this, the footsteps drew nearer and not long after, the car door opened: “Young Master Yan.”

When the driver entered, Bo Yan and Xia Siyu were already seated. Only, Xia Siyu was leaning against the car door, while Bo Yan—seemed to be sitting right in the middle, next to Xia Siyu.

“Sorry to have kept you waiting.”

Kept waiting for what, Bo Yan slightly frowned, wished he had instructed the driver to come half an hour later. He grunted from his throat, sat up straight, maintaining a calm demeanor.

The car quickly set off, with a driver present, Bo Yan dared not act recklessly. Occasionally, he glanced at her and noticed that Xia Siyu had woken up at some point. However, she was leaning one arm against the car window, looking at the scenery outside.

But she was very quiet, not making a fuss, her expression somewhat serious, as if pondering something.

The car sped along, streetlights and buildings being left behind quickly. Xia Siyu, propping up her arm, had been looking at the street scenes for quite a while when she suddenly asked, “What kind of person do you think I am?”

Bo Yan was startled; the question came out of nowhere. What did she mean by “What kind of person am I?” And was she asking him? Maybe she had drunk too much and was now launching into her second mode: drunken babble.

He fell silent for a moment.

Xia Siyu did not hear his response, but she wasn’t angry. A little while later, she asked again, “Do you think I’m a failure?”

This time Bo Yan finally turned to look at her, openly. Xia Siyu was still gazing outside the window, her expression unreadable. The one thing for certain was that her tone was resolute, though it carried a hint of self-deprecating mockery, it was definitely not to the level of drunken nonsense.

At most, it was a case of the truth coming out when drunk.

He spoke up, “Are you asking me?”

Xia Siyu did not heed his counterquestion and continued with her third query, “Do you ever find me quite laughable?”

Bo Yan frowned, now even more puzzled.

Even though Xia Siyu’s tone was fine, the questions sounded too much like the ramblings of a drunkard. With the driver in front, he also didn’t know what to say: “Why do you ask?”

There was silence again.

This kind of silence, it just wasn’t like Xia Siyu’s personality. Bo Yan asked again, “Are you drunk? Do you still know who I am?”

Xia Siyu was silent for a long time before she began to speak, “I officially debuted at the age of twenty, and I’m almost twenty-seven now. I found fame the moment I debuted, and I’ve been in the spotlight for six years. Everyone knows me, from the old and frail to kindergarten kids. I get paid a few tens of millions for a movie, millions for an advert. These years, I’ve earned more money than many will in their lifetime. Although I don’t have the best reputation, I don’t really care. I know what people say about me, that I’m nothing but a pretty face. Besides my looks, I’m worthless. My reputation is poor, I’m involved in scandals, I have a bad temper, I’m known to throw diva fits— I’m aware of everything my haters say about me. But I don’t care. I don’t care how others see me.”

Bo Yan didn’t know how to interject, so he remained silent.

But at this moment, Xia Siyu suddenly turned her head, looking him straight in the eye: “But I do care about how I see myself.”