Chapter 722: Chapter 719: Chains of Traps (1)
He was reassured, “I suppose you know why I came this time. Dad is worried about you and asked me to check on you. You and Han Yifan don’t have any relationship, do you? If not, that’s best. But if there is something going on and you are really preparing to date, tell the family first, bring up divorce with Bo Yan, and negotiate with the Han Family. Don’t act impulsively. The family will get you a very good lawyer to make sure your interests aren’t compromised.”
Though the Xia Family and the Bo Family had a marital alliance, with Xia Sicai and Bo Yi around, even if she and Bo Yan got divorced, it wouldn’t affect the relations between the two families. And fortunately, Bo Yan didn’t hold power, and Xia Siyu, being an “outsider,” had a certain degree of autonomy. Should a divorce really happen, both he and Dad would support her.
Xia Siyu was speechless, “What’s all this about?”
She added, “I don’t need the Xia Family’s kindness. Even if that day comes, I have lawyers hired by my agency to take care of it. I can handle my own affairs without basking in the Xia Family’s favor.”
Xia Siyu knew that Xia Ju’an, compared to his biological sister, was still relatively kind to her. But no matter how kind he was, he couldn’t value her over his own mother and biological sister. Should something happen, he would still stand by the side of Mrs. Tong and Xia Sicai.
Therefore, reconciliation was impossible; they were natural enemies.
Xia Ju’an knew this too and sighed inwardly. After a while, he suddenly smiled, putting the official speech aside. Now, he wasn’t Xia Ju’an; he was just an ordinary brother, “I’ve been here for quite some time, aren’t you going to offer me a cup of tea?”
Xia Siyu replied directly, “It’s right behind you, can’t you pour it yourself?”
She paused, then said, “Drinking tea late at night, aren’t you afraid of not being able to sleep?”
Although her tone was still brusque, he could feel the care hidden beneath her words.
Xia Ju’an actually turned around to prepare the water. He unscrewed two bottles of water, poured them into the kettle, then turned to find a clean glass and washed it at the sink. Coming back with the glass, he saw a tea box placed next to the kettle, containing early spring Longjing tea.
Green tea, in comparison with Pu-erh, black tea, and oolong, is lighter and won’t be too stimulating even if consumed in small quantities at night.
Turning his head, he saw Xia Siyu playing with her phone on the couch, not even glancing his way.
His sister, oh, she was so proudly indifferent, clearly caring about him yet still maintaining that “I detest you” expression. He remembered the time when her mother brought her back to China and he saw the sixteen-year-old Xia Siyu, fresh and tender like the new sprouts in March. And her mother, although Wen Qunxiao was already in her forties at that time, was indeed striking in appearance but had a cold demeanor, a large scar on her forehead, and seemed emotionally unstable, as if she had been traumatized.
And just like that, ten years had slipped by.
Soon, the water boiled, the kettle whistling and steaming. Xia Ju’an also washed a teapot, a fair cup, and another tea cup. After setting up the green tea and brewing it, he placed a cup next to Xia Siyu.
Xia Siyu didn’t even look, she just picked it up and drank it as if she knew he would pour her one.
Xia Ju’an finished a cup of tea before leaving. Before he went, he said, “If you have time, come home for a visit, Dad misses you a lot.”
Xia Siyu did not respond until he had left.
But when Xia Ju’an returned to his room, he received a notification on his phone—it was Xia Siyu’s Weibo, where she had posted: “Mr. Han and I have been friends for many years.”