Chapter 598: Chapter 595: In the Name of Husband and Wife (3)
When Qin Baizhou’s call came through, Bo Yan naturally saw it, but he didn’t say anything. He didn’t intentionally interrupt, nor did he simply toss her phone away.
Adults, even when facing a rival in love, must maintain elegant demeanor. Because his real opponent is never the rival, but the affections of his partner.
Not to mention their somewhat difficult relationship, but even couples with a very good relationship must allow each other a certain degree of choice and space. Artists, in particular, are pursued by countless fans; in China, several hundred million people call them “hubby.” If they had to explain to each one, could they possibly do so? The same goes for Xia Siyu; despite her fame, she still has wealthy and powerful young men chasing her.
Indeed, Xia Siyu straightforwardly picked up the call and answered, “I know, I am awake, I’ll leave at eleven.”
Then, without waiting for the other party to speak, she promptly hung up the phone.
They had woken up at nine, and morning grooming and the recent massage took up some time, but that was okay—they still had time to spend together.
Bo Yan didn’t ask if Xia Siyu had work today, nor what kind of work it was, nor how much time it would take. He simply asked when she would be returning to the Northwest. After learning the time of her return flight, he booked himself on the same one.
Since his wife had made her stance clear by hanging up the phone, Bo Yan naturally took the hint. If it was gentle before, it was time for some passion now!
Bo Yan was enthusiastic, and Xia Siyu also stretched out her arms around his neck, her legs hooked around his waist.
Bo Yan paused for a moment before the smile at the corner of his mouth grew bigger and bigger.
Intimacy between men and women should involve give-and-take, and it’s best when both parties cooperate. Apart from those with particular preferences, what man likes to force a woman every day? Xia Siyu’s cooperation was like an adrenaline shot for him. Both refused to give in as they wrestled for the moral high ground.
After a joyous morning exercise, he didn’t continue to cling to her. While Xia Siyu got up to shower and get ready, he went to brew coffee and prepare breakfast.
By the time Xia Siyu was done showering and ready, sitting at the table, a hot breakfast and steaming coffee were served. He had made two types of sandwiches, one with beef and lamb, the other with egg and shrimp, then split everything in half—he took one half, and Xia Siyu took the other half.
Of course, as an artist, she had zero-fat salad dressing. Although it sacrificed a bit of flavor, it was the most suitable for Xia Siyu, who needed to control her figure. The coffee was black, with low-fat creamer, ensuring low calories while satisfying her desire for taste as much as possible.
Indeed, being a foodie, Xia Siyu was very satisfied with such a flavorful breakfast.
It is said that to capture a man’s heart, one must first capture his stomach. The same applies to women.
Even when she was initially quite averse to Bo Yan, she still liked to accept his feeding. Now that their relationship was improving, the food had played a role.
After finishing the meal and cleaning up, Wei Jingjing’s call came, saying she would arrive downstairs in five minutes, and asked Xia Siyu to prepare to head down.
Xia Siyu drank her last sip of coffee, casually wiped her mouth with a piece of paper, then turned to grab her bag, ready to leave.
“Wait a moment. There’s something you haven’t prepared yet.” Bo Yan stopped her. Xia Siyu looked puzzled. What thing?