The Best Actor Insists On Living With Me!

She knew she was a bit tipsy, feeling troubled especially after the double blow from Li Weiyi and Shang Feifei. She was aware of her discomfort and thus allowed herself to indulge in just enough alcohol to feel slightly buzzed.

When it was time to leave, Xia Youbiao wanted to take care of his daughter, but as a successful middle-aged man in a public setting, pulling along a top female celebrity, believe it or not, would spike the search rankings instantly.

The women by his side were either Madam Tong, Xia Sicai, or other members of the Xia Family. None of them liked Xia Siyu, none could be relied upon.

He hesitated, glancing at Xia Ju’an next to him. Xia Ju’an said, “I’ll go then.”

After all, he was Xia Siyu’s legitimate older brother, and it was only right for a brother to take care of his sister. Even if the story got out, he wouldn’t be afraid.

However, no sooner had he taken a few steps than a female waitress approached Xia Siyu to strike up a conversation, and then Xia Siyu stood up and followed her. Although Xia Ju’an wasn’t aware of the earlier confrontation involving Li Weiyi cornering her in the restroom, he felt something wasn’t quite right and was about to intervene, but then he saw Bo Yan in the distance looking at him and shaking his head.

Xia Ju’an understood then that this must have been someone arranged by Bo Yan. Feeling reassured by Bo Yan’s assistance, he turned back to tell his father about it. While Xia Youbiao felt relieved, he also felt a pang of sadness because Xia Siyu hadn’t given him even a glance throughout the entire event.

Compared to the Bo Family, she detested the Xia Family even more.

Bo Yan indeed paid close attention; the waitress was someone he had specifically chosen, believing it wasn’t too convenient for him to go himself. When descending the stairs, he took the left elevator and she the right, intentionally choosing different floors.

Bo Yan’s car was parked on the third basement level, but he pressed the button for the second basement parking lot. When he arrived at the second level, he looked up and said apologetically, “Oh, sorry, I remembered wrong.”

There were other people in the elevator, and everyone shared a knowing smile. Many who attended the banquet had been drinking, and there were continuous pickups. His deliberate time delay meant that by the time he made his way to the car, Xia Siyu was already seated in the back, eyes closed, collecting herself.

Was she asleep? Bo Yan wasn’t quite sure, and the driver hadn’t arrived; he leaned in to take a sniff.

Bo Yan’s car was parked at the very end of the garage. The windows were tinted with a reflective film to ensure actions inside were invisible to outsiders. Besides, Xia Siyu was utterly disoriented from the alcohol, showing no response no matter how he touched or shaped her.

Even so, he was still quite cautious at first, shifting his seat slightly before gradually leaning in closer, his upper body inching down as his face moved slowly toward the target of her lips.

Perhaps it was because the surroundings were filled with the murmur of voices, not just people talking, but also the sound of cars moving and headlights glaring. Even though he was aware that those outside couldn’t see inside the car, he could watch the outside scenery. This sneaky feeling was indeed more thrilling, more arousing.

Who could imagine that hidden in the back seat of an inconspicuous car in the corner, were two of China’s top celebrities?

Xia Siyu had drunk fruit wine, and her body smelled not only of alcohol but also of fruit. Bo Yan couldn’t resist moving even closer, about to kiss her…