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But that’s not right, he clearly hates her, filled with disgust. Although after they got in touch, he did occasionally show a very slight interest in her body. But his rationality quickly returned, and he became as cold and indifferent as ever.
She would rather believe that his interest in her was due to male instinct, not love.
“You wouldn’t… still have feelings for me…”
Bo Yan looked up, his gaze growing increasingly complex as he watched Xia Siyu. For an instant, he wanted to nod immediately and admit his feelings for her. After all, they were husband and wife, and had once been lovers. Wasn’t it only natural for them to be together?
If… if I said yes, what would you do?
Would you accept me, and then we live happily ever after having children, or…
The more he hoped, the less he dared to admit it easily. His heart was racing, but he had to maintain a calm facade. Yet, he couldn’t bear to miss out so easily, so he probed indirectly, “Why would you ask that?”
Xia Siyu’s expression twisted slightly. She still couldn’t believe her own guess, as if trying to rationalize to herself: “No, it can’t be, it’s not possible.”
If he truly liked her, he should have made a move when they got married three years ago, right?
If he had any thoughts about her, he wouldn’t have dragged it out for three years either.
Most importantly, she was thriving outside, and although the scandals were all fake, she never explained them to her family or him, and he never inquired. Isn’t it said that when a man likes a woman, he would at least demand that she clears up the messy rumors outside, would be jealous? He never did.
She must be overthinking it, she’s been too tired recently with back-to-back work schedules, moving straight from filming movies to variety shows, and then more films afterward.
People in the entertainment industry live by the motto ‘when there’s wine today, let’s drink today’, no one knows if you’ll continue to be popular tomorrow. The entertainment industry is also a place where youth is consumed; your twenties are your prime. That’s why everyone is working so hard, wishing they could cram seven or eight appearances into one day, with schedules booked years in advance.
It must be that she was overthinking because of exhaustion, and because he drank too much and kissed her yesterday, which led her to whimsically think that he might still like her.
“You definitely don’t like me, but that’s okay, I don’t like you either. Right now, our families don’t approve of us separating, and I haven’t found someone I like. If you promise not to behave like last night again, continuing our marriage wouldn’t be a problem. Once I find a boyfriend, or you find a girlfriend, we can divorce. It’s better for both of us.”
After Xia Siyu said all that, especially the lines “I don’t like you either” and “when I find a boyfriend,” Bo Yan couldn’t help but laugh in exasperation. He chuckled, “Me, finding a girlfriend?”
“Yeah,” Xia Siyu nodded, “I’m very open-minded. Nowadays, it’s all about amicable breakups. Even though we can’t stand each other, we don’t have a deep-seated hatred, and after all, we have been in a relationship before. Naturally, I hope …”
Before she could finish her sentence, she suddenly realized that Bo Yan, seated across from her, had slowly stood up.
He was tall, and when he didn’t smile, his peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, exuding a sharpness. He approached her step by step, and she could only tilt her head back to look up at him. He came close, his gaze fleetingly and coolly sweeping over her, and then a faint smile played at the corners of his lips: