Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Xia Siyu was happily munching on melon seeds just a moment ago, not feeling there was anything improper about her husband being surrounded by beauties.
Little did she know, the next moment the melon seeds she was eating would land on herself.
On the big LED screen in front, there was already a shot of her. Bo Yan on the left, she on the right, the two of them pieced together by the screen.
Ever since Xia Siyu and Bo Yan met, apart from an official photo on their marriage certificate that was properly framed together, this was the first time their images appeared in the same frame.
Though one was aloof and the other stunningly beautiful. Merely based on looks, the two of them together were a feast for the eyes, a truly delightful masterpiece.
At this moment, Xia Siyu was still maintaining the posture she had while eating melon seeds, with her legs crossed and eyes full of anticipation for the drama. Her expression had a hint of eagerness, as if she was dying to cling to Bo Yan’s thigh, eager to collaborate with him.
Seeing the camera, she finally slowly uncrossed her legs and straightened her back, the smile at her mouth also receding. But her attempt to tone down seemed to backfire, sparking even more speculation.
Bo Yan’s polite refusal to Li Yiru was still fresh in everyone’s ears, so what about Xia Siyu?
Not only were the live audience paying attention, but the live streaming chat was also lively. Unlike the quiet anticipation of the live audience, the comments in the chat were overwhelmingly disdainful:
“Back off, stay away from my Yanyan! Who wants to collaborate with a gold digger?”
“Look at Xia Siyu’s eager face, her desire to cling to Teacher Bo’s thighs is almost spilling out of the screen!”
“Although they’re both good-looking, it’s a no-go, Xia Siyu, get lost!”
“Host, open your eyes wide and see where they match! I’d rather watch my bro and Li Yiru act together than see her.”
“Get lost to the front, Li Yiru isn’t a good match either, Shang Feifei would be a better partner.”
Under everyone’s gaze, Bo Yan picked up the microphone. His face was calm, and if one must describe his expression, there was a slight frown between his brows, and a look of disgust in his eyes.
Then he lowered his gaze and dropped two words: “Don’t want.”
The venue fell silent.
In the air, one could faintly smell a hint of gunpowder.
Since Bo Yan debuted, there had been no scandals associated with him, and he’d always been direct in his refusals. But even when it came to turning down Li Yiru just now, he had chosen his words carefully. Never before had he declined so bluntly and without hesitation.
The camera turned to Xia Siyu, and the host asked, “May I know what Siyu thinks about the collaboration?”
Though from the beginning of the awards ceremony everyone was required to store away their phones, and she couldn’t read the comments, her eyes weren’t blind! She saw very clearly the look of disgust in Bo Yan’s eyes.
She was far enough away from him, always at a distance of over five hundred meters. The two had never filmed a scene, appeared in variety shows together, or lived together. They had absolutely no intersection in their lives or work. Even if they met on the red carpet, it was as if they hadn’t seen each other, passing by like the most familiar strangers. She never meddled in his business, and he should not come provoking her, OK?
Others might endure it, but she couldn’t.
Xia Siyu snatched the microphone from the host’s hand, her eyes not glancing at the camera that was sliding over but staring straight at the back of Bo Yan in the front row, her voice raised: “Who wants to collaborate with you? It’s never going to happen in this lifetime! You can drop that hope!”