Chapter 502: Chapter 501 Marriage, Love, The Past (1)
Although these past few days, Bo Yan had been very well-behaved at night, and besides their team, there was only the host family here. Yet this place was not a hotel—it was not soundproof at all. Right now, they could still hear the host family coughing.
Even though there were doors between the rooms, that also meant that the people next door could come over. Sure, they could lock the door. But by locking it, wouldn’t that imply they were up to no good?
Besides, they had just arrived today and were busy all day to the point of exhaustion—could he not give her a bit of peace and quiet? They had plans to look around the area tomorrow; if he made a fuss and exhausted her to death again, would she ever get any rest?
Xia Siyu was somewhat displeased and whispered, “Go back to your own room.”
Bo Yan looked utterly composed as he sat down on the edge of her bed and took off his shoes, deliberately keeping his voice very low, “That’s right, I’m going back to my room. Isn’t my wife’s room also my room?”
“Who is your…” Xia Siyu was just about to retort when a loud cough echoed from next door.
She lowered her voice even further, “Couples have separate rooms to sleep in too, you better hurry back to your room!”
“By saying that, are you admitting that we are husband and wife?” Bo Yan asked, suddenly making Xia Siyu at a loss for words.
She hesitated for a moment, unsure how to respond.
To say they weren’t, well, she truly felt they were not. Though they had registered their marriage, they had agreed it was only a union of convenience, committing to no responsibilities or obligations beyond the marriage certificate.
But to deny it, they were indeed legally husband and wife. Moreover, Bo Yan and she now had a substantial relationship. Although she was very reluctant to cohabit with Bo Yan, the fact was that they were indeed living together, and both their agencies were aware of it. People around their team even treated them as a couple.
“Actually, I’m particularly happy to be here today. Although the conditions here are somewhat rough, except for our people and a host who doesn’t really follow show business and doesn’t understand us, there are no outsiders. Here, no one knows who we are, and we don’t have to wear a mask all day, worried about being recognized if we step out, let alone casually stroll down the street or hope to run outside—it all seems like a luxury.”
Back in their college days, even though they seldom went shopping, they could walk down the street without worrying about fans approaching, paparazzi sneaking photos, or passersby asking for autographs. They could watch a movie together, share some cotton candy, or drink from the same cup of bubble tea.
But now, that simple life has become a luxury. One can’t even think about wandering in a big city, let alone attend a market in town without being recognized and gawked at like animals in a zoo.
It’s only here, deep in the mountains, in a household with only the elderly and children, with no irrelevant people around, that they can truly relax.
She fetched water, turned the stone mill, and ran freely, although it was hard work. Yet the simplicity of sweating, the simplicity of exercising, the fresh air—it was all like being released from prison for Siyu. Wei Jingjing wouldn’t understand; Little Tang wouldn’t understand either, and perhaps even Qin Baizhou might not fully grasp it. Only Bo Yan, a fellow artist, could appreciate it.
“Siyu, do you actually know what my original dream was? My dream was to marry you, have one or two children together, and build a small home of our own.”