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She hadn’t expected that no sooner had she and Bo Yan stepped inside, slamming the door shut, than a loud “bang” echoed behind them, followed by a cry of “ouch.” They both turned to see Wu Di had followed them.
Xia Siyu kept her composure, while Bo Yan’s expression instantly turned grim.
However, his stern look could also be interpreted as protective concern, “Didn’t you say your arms and legs were aching? Why aren’t you resting, instead of running around?”
Wu Di indeed took it as concern. Her usual arrogance around other girls vanished, and in a second she transformed into a pitiful little thing scolded by him, “Bo, I just wanted to ask what time we’re leaving tomorrow.”
Bo Yan frowned slightly, although Wu Di had just come in, he was merely annoyed, rather than unhappy.
But he was still in the middle of filming the show, a live broadcast at that. Wu Di was asking about another job on the side – what would the staff and audience here think?
His expression became serious, “We have tasks to complete here, and only after we finish can we head over there.” Then he added, “And after I’ve finished my part there, I’ll come back as soon as possible.”
He had intended to speak with Xia Siyu about this very matter upon entering. Even if they couldn’t show a married couple’s relationship, they were still colleagues on the same program, roommates sharing a room. This was a perfect opportunity to set things straight in front of her and the show’s audience.
While he was talking, Xia Siyu drank water on the side, busying herself with her own things. When the other two stopped talking and looked at her, she was a bit puzzled, and directly asked Bo Yan, “Do I have lettuce on my face?”
Bo Yan shook his head.
She then asked, “So, do you hate me?”
Bo Yan frowned again and shook his head.
Xia Siyu continued, “I’m going to take a shower. Can you both continue your conversation outside?”
Having said that, Bo Yan felt awkward about staying any longer. He nodded and glanced at Wu Di, who swept Xia Siyu a look and peered at Bo Yan before both left together.
Xia Siyu indifferently went about her business, preparing her clean clothes for a shower. Just as she closed the bathroom door, she looked at herself in the mirror and suddenly remembered what Zhou Weiwei said the night before, “If you keep staring at someone, it’s either because there’s lettuce on their teeth, you dislike them, or you like them.”
Bo Yan had been staring at her, there was no lettuce on her face, and he didn’t hate her, so that must mean…
Back in college, it was she who pursued him. To him, she had always been nothing more than an afterthought, as he seemed indifferent to her advances. Even before and after they dated, there were many girls around him, Wu Di being just one of them. After they broke up, when back at school, he’d pass her by as if he didn’t recognize her. And then at their wedding, his tone was so perfunctorily businesslike…
In other words, even if he now harbored some feelings for her, what of it? If he has feelings for her, is she supposed to reciprocate his affection?
The queue of boys who had pursued her back in the day could stretch from her girls’ dorm to his boys’ dorm. Now as a big star, though many reviled her, even more were after her. Why should she come wagging her tail at the crook of his little finger?
Humph, even if you wanted to chase me, you’d have to take a number for love and get in line!
Fresh from a soothing bath, Xia Siyu stepped out only to find Bo Yan was gone, but Wu Di was waiting. Upon seeing her, Wu Di called out, “Xia Siyu.”