Chapter 339: Crisis (1)
Bo Yan, who had been chatting, suddenly directed his gaze toward the door.
The Miss Xia who entered was indeed from the Xia family, but it was not Xia Siyu, it was Xia Sicai. And she came in with Bo Yi.
Not only was Xia Sicai called out, someone also called “Mr. Bo.” Clearly, the arrivals were not limited to Xia Sicai and Bo Yi; his grandparents and uncles and aunts had all arrived as well.
The guests attending the event were not just there for a meal or to bask in the birthday celebrant’s happiness; most had their own agendas. When the Bo family patriarch and Uncle Bo Qiliu appeared, they immediately attracted a crowd.
At Bo Yan’s side, the once bustling noise had now thinned. However, he didn’t seem to mind. Checking the time, just a few minutes remained before the banquet was to begin, and he walked over and took his seat at the main table.
The banquet was about to start, and the Bo family patriarch’s entourage soon arrived at the main table. Once they were fully seated, Bo Yan’s gaze continued to sweep toward the doorway.
Xia Siyu had not taken her seat.
And the banquet hall, with almost all guests in place, was quickly filled. He took a quick glance around; the number of people who came here were fixed, not one more, not one less. Aside from the first few tables assigned to relatives with name cards dictating their seating, there were also a few tables for walk-in guests who could sit wherever they liked.
In theory, if Xia Siyu were not a member of either the Xia or Bo families, given her status, she should be a named and known figure, at least able to sit with the entertainment industry group.
But Xia Sicai purposely blurred the lines, neither arranging a place for her within the Bo family nor within the Xia family seats, and naturally, there was no place for her among those from the film and television circles. If she wanted to sit, her only option was to find a spot in a corner, squeezing in with other strangers.
For someone as proud as Xia Siyu, this was simply impossible.
Xia Sicai, however, had secured an excellent seat for herself.
Bo Yi must have known, and probably Bo Qiliu as well, but nobody cared.
Who would pay attention to a daughter not even publicly acknowledged by the Xia family, a daughter-in-law married to him who didn’t even have a seat prepared by the Bo family?
The banquet was about to commence, and it was time for the hosts to say a few words on stage, especially considering that it was the Bosch Corporation handover ceremony.
But while the other members of the Bo family got up to prepare to go on stage, Bo Yan remained sitting.
It seemed insignificant until the patriarch saw it first, Xia Sicai tugged at Bo Yi’s sleeve, and Bo Yi whispered it to his parents. The younger generation’s whispers finally reached the patriarch’s ears. He turned his head and saw Bo Yan, one hand casually resting on the table, the other hanging naturally by his side, his legs crossed, looking totally at ease.
He didn’t move a muscle.
The patriarch frowned. They were at the main table, and now the attention of the whole hall had turned their way, putting the patriarch in an awkward position. He called out softly, “Bo Yan.”
His tone carried a hint of anger.
But Bo Yan sat comfortably and even looked up and smiled at him, still motionless.
The quiet standoff led to murmurs among many.
They couldn’t wait any longer, delaying the start of the banquet. Bo Qiliu urged the patriarch, “Dad, shall we go on stage first?”
The patriarch gave Bo Yan another sharp glance but quickly paid him no more mind and walked onto the stage.
The lights in the room dimmed, the crowd fell silent, and the entire hall spotlighted only the stage. Just as the patriarch began with, “Good evening, everyone…”
The doors to the banquet hall suddenly flung open with a “bang.”