The Best Actor Insists On Living With Me! - Chapter 294
Chapter 294: Chapter 294 Living Together (Extra 1)
Xia Siyu’s head nearly exploded at his words.
Originally, Bo Yan, though aloof and impassive, was like an iceberg that no amount of teasing could melt. Despite his perpetual scowl, at least he wasn’t actively reaching out; as long as she ignored him, he was practically just air to her.
But now, even if he wasn’t being too proactive, his casual comments left her not knowing how to respond without feeling a chill run down her spine.
Bo Yan, of course, could see the disdain growing in her eyes.
He was a bit confused and didn’t know how to approach her.
If he continued pretending to be oblivious and hiding his emotions, Xia Siyu couldn’t feel anything from him. Although she became more unguarded around him, this unguardedness came at the cost of not considering him a man.
But what if he openly expressed his affection for her? Would Xia Siyu run even faster? Given her current predisposition to dislike him, pursuing her relentlessly might just make her turn around and leave.
Yet approaching her now, without speaking of emotions, or rather, using their marital status as a pretext, was equally repelling to her.
What should he do?
**
That evening, Bo Yan, dressed in a jacket, drove alone to a bar by the Yan River.
Pushing open the bar doors, Han Yifan was not, unlike last time, chatting away with a bunch of boozers. Instead, he wore a white T-shirt with holes and torn jeans, looking youthfully vibrant as he DJed on stage.
Two sexy and fiery pole dancers revolved and weaved around the stage’s pole at first, then they used Han Yifan like a pole, rubbing against him with their arms and legs.
As the music ended, both pole dancers stepped down with him.
Han Yifan was quite liberal with his affections, draping an arm around one dancer’s slim waist and planting a kiss on the other dancer’s face.
He was walking down from the stage, delighted, when he suddenly looked up, saw Bo Yan in the crowd, and almost stumbled, nearly falling off the stage.
Thankfully, the two beauties at his sides, like bodyguards, helped steady him, saving him from embarrassment. After coming down from the stage, Han Yifan waved the women off, looked around to make sure no one was watching, and then cautiously approached Bo Yan, asking in a hushed tone, “What are you doing here?”
“Returning your key.” Bo Yan was still in his jacket, with the hood pulled up. Xia Siyu wanted to see a villa at Reading Mansions, so he had detoured to Yan River to find Han Yifan before going to the luxury dinner party to look for her the day before.
After all, Han Yifan had thought about selling the house to pursue his own music. He and Bo Yan were high school classmates, and the Han Family had made its fortune in real estate. Families like theirs wouldn’t support him straying from the norm, giving up a career in design to become some sort of performer, especially one involved in rock and heavy metal.
So he had to sell his own house and gather funds to do what he loved. The Han Family business wasn’t going to be left to him anyway; his older brother would take care of that. Did he need to try hard?
Han Yifan took the keys with a resigned air and waved him off despondently, “If there’s nothing else, you can leave.”
“There is something.”
Bo Yan spoke calmly.
Han Yifan, puzzled, gestured for the bartender to bring two drinks, one for him and one for Bo Yan. The two men took their drinks to a VIP room, and Han Yifan took a sip before asking, “What is it?”
