The Best Actor Insists On Living With Me! - Chapter 169:
Chapter 169: Chapter 169: Fragrant Kiss (3)
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Chapter 168: Chapter 168: Fragrant Kiss (2)
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Which idol drama’s silly plot is this? Bo Yan was a bit speechless.
Before he could refuse, the girl’s husband’s face turned dark first. What’s the deal, what’s happening, I paid the bill, and now I get a fresh, hot green hat delivered to myself? Is this what it means to support my wife’s idol-chasing?
The man slammed the table and stood up, about to roar in anger, but it seemed he saw something, his face turned red in an instant, and he shyly nodded his head, stammering, “Can I also have a kiss?”
What he saw was Xia Siyu entering the room.
Now, it was Bo Yan’s turn to have a sinking expression.
Xia Siyu had just returned from the restroom and didn’t quite understand the situation. Seeing the couple nearly come to blows, she asked Bo Yan, “What’s going on?”
With a dark face, Bo Yan turned off the microphone and lowered his voice, “It’s nothing, just ran into a sasaeng fan. Just ignore their requests.”
In a sudden turn of style, no one expected that the woman was a Bo Yan fan, while the man was a Xia Siyu fan.
Normally, when they’re not on opposing sides, they are a couple sweet and tender with each other. But when it comes to star-chasing, they are mortal enemies! Especially, Bo Yan fans and Xia Siyu fans, they are archenemies!
A newlywed couple, still in their honeymoon phase, but because they stan different stars, they almost tore into each other on the spot.
It wasn’t just a fight at the venue, the live chat was also buzzing:
“Damn, damn, damn, I also want a kiss from Teacher Bo!”
“Teacher Bo spoils his fans too much; just tell me which coffee shop it is, I’m going to buy up all their inventory so that Teacher Bo can kiss me every day!”
“Knife in hand, slay the dog, Siyu baby is mine!”
“To hell with that, the man is too shameless; I want a kiss too.”
“What’s the point of getting married, just get a divorce, isn’t chasing stars more appealing?”
The woman was clinging to Bo Yan, and she felt too embarrassed to ask for a kiss anymore: “At least can we take a photo with Bo Yan?”
It was just a photo, and Bo Yan felt too embarrassed to refuse. He nodded his head, and the woman happily rushed over, hugging his arm, leaning her head on his shoulder, smiling like a flower as she took out her phone, made a “V” sign, and directed Bo Yan, “Smile for the camera.”
The man was even more extreme; he felt too embarrassed to approach Xia Siyu for such an intimate photo. Instead, he turned to ask the staff for a Xia Siyu poster, and with a shy face, he went forward: “Siyu, I’m your fan, could you sign for me?”
Xia Siyu nodded, took out the pen she used to order with, and just as she had written the man’s name, the pen ran out of ink.
The anxious fan asked the director’s team, “Do you have a pen? Lend me one, please.”
As it happened, no one from the director’s team had brought a pen that day, causing a deadlock in the moment. The male fan’s face was almost turning grey, but Xia Siyu was quite calm: “You just said, you wanted a kiss, right?”
Happiness came too suddenly! The man couldn’t believe it!
Even the woman, who had just managed to get a successful photo, turned her head to look over here. Not to mention Bo Yan, although he didn’t go up to tear the two apart directly, his gaze was closely following the situation.
It’s tough marrying a celebrity wife, too many fans, too many rivals!
Xia Siyu then pulled out a lipstick: “Which color do you like? Is this one okay?”
The man laughed with a red face, and Xia Siyu actually twisted the cap off the lipstick and traced it on her own lips for a moment. Then, the next second—she didn’t kiss the man; instead, she pressed a clear, distinct lip print below the man’s name on her own poster!
After the kiss, not only the barrage on the screen but also the several people on site including the production crew, except for Bo Yan, were all in an uproar of astonishment.
She even took down the poster, “How about this?”
The man’s face turned bright red in an instant as he nodded hesitantly.
Xia Siyu also placed a “TIP” sign in front of the man. He opened his wallet and stuffed ten Euros into her plate.
The smile on Xia Siyu’s face grew even broader, “Thank you for your patronage. Any other requests? If there are, feel free to mention them.”
When she finished speaking, she pushed the “TIP” sign forward a bit more.
Bo Yan’s brow furrowed slightly, and just as he was about to say something, he suddenly saw Xia Siyu next to him, pouting in the direction of another woman, her face full of a greedy look that seemed to say “sell yourself.”
Regardless, the work that Bo Yan and Xia Siyu did today could be considered perfectly accomplished. Not only did they complete the task beyond expectations, but they also received a good amount of tips. Especially the last Chinese couple, who, in addition to taking away all the cakes, left a fifty Euro tip.
After finishing work, they had not yet eaten and were reluctant to spend the hard-earned money from their jobs, so they used the tip money to go to a family-style restaurant.
This restaurant was tucked away in a corner of the small town, difficult to find without someone to lead the way. Xia Siyu navigated the streets and alleys with Bo Yan, going up the stairs behind a building, and quickly arrived at the restaurant.
It was nearly nine o’clock, close to closing time, and the restaurant was small but crowded with people. It was inconvenient for the cameramen to come in, so they had to wait at the entrance.
Xia Siyu and Bo Yan were the last patrons of the evening. The owner was in his sixties or seventies with a full beard and a no-nonsense demeanor. As soon as the menu came, Xia Siyu glanced over it and casually ordered several dishes. When she asked Bo Yan, he said, “You order for me, I haven’t been here, I don’t really know. Just get something different, we can share.”
Thus, Xia Siyu ordered several more dishes. While waiting, Bo Yan pretended to play with his phone but was actually watching her.
She seemed quite relaxed, evidently not just because the camera crew and production team weren’t following them.
Perhaps this had something to do with Sicily, with places she once lived.
When they were dating in college, he had a heavy workload and also had to work as a teaching assistant for his advisor, handling miscellaneous matters and sometimes even covering classes. They spent very little time together and now that he thought about it, they had never even had a proper candlelit dinner.
The food arrived quickly. There was pasta, seafood soup, a seafood platter and the everyday Sicilian snack of Sicilian rice balls. These so-called Sicilian rice balls were fried rice formed into balls, with the addition of ham, bacon, and tomato sauce inside. Bo Yan noticed that she didn’t eat much of the pasta or seafood but kept eating the Sicilian rice balls with gusto despite their high calories.
Three to an order. Quickly, Xia Siyu finished her share and was eyeing his. Bo Yan gave her a glance, finished his other dishes first, and then without hesitation swallowed one of the rice balls, then another.
Only one was left. He took a sip of his soup and then put down the spoon, elegantly wiping his mouth with a napkin.
When he looked up again, the cheeks of the person across from him were puffed up, and the remaining rice ball had vanished.
