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She wasn’t young anymore and it was time to consider her personal life. Her marriage with Bo Yan was never a serious one anyway. Plus, they had agreed early on that if either of them found someone they liked, the other would bless them with a smile and step out of the battle.
She didn’t used to know much about Bo Yan’s situation, but from their few months of interaction, it was clear he had no shortage of women around him. In the entertainment industry, there were the likes of Shang Feifei and Li Yiru eyeing him like prey, not to mention Wu Di, who managed to get into the circle just for him. If he wanted, plenty of young and beautiful women were ready to throw themselves at him.
Unlike her, plagued by scandals over the years, all she attracted were sleazy admirers. And being a woman in the entertainment industry was inherently more dangerous than being a man. Some approached her with conditions, while others sought to use power to force her into submission. Thankfully, she became famous as soon as she debuted, or these people would be even more brazen.
Furthermore, although she didn’t care about her reputation and couldn’t be bothered to explain the rumors, society and others did care. Even if she finally took a liking to a man, he might back out because of her “bad name.” Wouldn’t she be at a loss then?
It’s just the way society is, harshly critical of women, outrageously lenient towards men. When a woman has a few scandals, she’s labeled “shameless.” When a man has a few, he’s considered “charming.” If a woman is a bit assertive, she’s called “fierce.” But if it’s a man, it’s “masculinity.”
Of course, Xia Siyu would look for someone who doesn’t listen to idle talk, who believes in her and cherishes her. If even this basic trust is lacking in a marriage, it’s better to divorce early. Without love, there can be no wonderful union.
While they were talking, Bo Yan was right in the middle; he had just taken out a magazine and hadn’t even opened it when he heard the news that Xia Siyu was looking for a boyfriend. His hand loosened, and the magazine almost dropped to the floor.
And those two, completely oblivious, Wang Zisu leaned over Bo Yan and asked, “What sort of boyfriend are you looking for?”
Xia Siyu pondered seriously for a moment, “Handsome, tall, good physique, someone who can cheer me up. Most importantly, I don’t want someone who is taciturn and pretends to be profound.”
Pretending to be profound… Bo Yan flipped the magazine page irritably, feeling as if an arrow had struck his chest.
Wang Zisu immediately nodded enthusiastically, “I know a guy like that.”
Xia Siyu had been reclined in her chair but immediately stood up, “Who? Do I know him? Give me his WeChat.”
Wang Zisu blushed a bit, his voice dropping, “Well, that’d be me…”
Xia Siyu didn’t take his words to heart, merely adding, “…just don’t be too much younger than me. And not much older either. Within two years is best; that way, there’s no generation gap.”
Within two years… Bo Yan was almost twenty-nine this year, nearly three years older than her. He turned another page of the magazine, feeling another arrow pierce his chest.
“Sister Siyu,” Wang Zisu was not pleased now, “I’m twenty-two, and you’re twenty-six; I’m only four years younger.”
“I’ll be twenty-seven soon!”
“That’s four and a half years, which rounds off to no difference,” Wang Zisu said earnestly. “Sister Siyu, don’t be so rigid about age. These days, gender isn’t a problem, so age certainly isn’t either. I think I’m a great match—handsome, tall, good physique. And I can say lots of sweet things to make you happy. Really, you won’t find this deal anywhere else…”