Chapter 172: 172: Approaching (2)

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They had agreed upon marriage that they would not interfere in each other’s affairs and would do their own thing.

Even though it was he whom she married, which surprised her a bit, having Bo Yan as her partner was quite nice.

Although she didn’t want to admit it, she knew it was the truth—Bo Yan was the only man who could resist her charm up close.

Back then, it was she who took a liking to him first, she was the one who pursued him. After much relentless chasing and deceiving, she finally managed to tag Bo Yan with a “Property of Xia Siyu” dog tag. But even with the tag stamped on his forehead, there were still plenty of flowers and grasses around Bo Yan. And during their relationship, Bo Yan was very low-key, never making public appearances with her. Apart from Zhou Weiwei and one or two of his close friends, no one else even knew they had been in a relationship.

And in love, he still maintained that same nonchalant, lofty demeanor, as if it were she who was more attached. He didn’t seem to value or cherish her as much as she would expect from a boyfriend who should hold her in the palm of his hand. It was like she was the only one hot-headed, making fervent efforts, while he assumed a superior air, aloof and distant, watching from a high vantage point.

If it weren’t for the fact that they had once shared an intense physical encounter, she would have suspected that he preferred men and was only using her as a shield.

Marrying Bo Yan, she could be certain that he would abide by the standards he set. He had said he wouldn’t touch her, and he definitely didn’t. He promised freedom and non-interference, and he had indeed kept to that over the past three years. Both being celebrities, they pursued their careers separately; he never meddled in her work or personal life, and did not bat an eyelid at her numerous scandals. In front of their parents, they acted as a couple, but once they left the family home, they would go their separate ways.

Over the years, she was so busy with work that sometimes she barely had a moment of personal space. The scandals and men who chased after her were either pudgy developers or playboys, none of whom she found appealing.

Time slipped away until now, she was nearly twenty-seven, indeed it was time to find a man to love and marry.

After all, their marriage was just a union of convenience, and they had agreed from the beginning that if a better option arose, they would divorce and remarry.

Now, the most important thing was to find a man who was handsome, had a good body, would be happy with her when she was and cheer her up when she wasn’t. Of course, for the sake of her sexual happiness, he absolutely needed to be exceptional in that department too—no thank you to any mini mushrooms!

Now that it was the new millennium, she certainly wanted to enjoy life!

Indeed, just as she had looked up from Bo Yan’s embrace, showing a hint of dissatisfaction, he quickly and gently let her go. He frowned slightly and then took a step back, “Sorry, it was a matter of necessity just now.”

Xia Siyu was magnanimous and wouldn’t make an issue of it in this place. She shook her head, “It’s okay.”n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Then she looked up, staring at the unfamiliar streets with a slight sense of bewilderment.

Although she had lived in Sicily for over a decade, she was sent back to China during her junior year of high school. Moreover, she lived in the Chinese District, about ten kilometers from here.

Xia Siyu turned to Bo Yan, “Is there still power in your phone?”

Bo Yan took out his phone, which, after being used all day, displayed a low battery warning. He frowned, as if sensing some form of danger, “You’re not saying…”

Xia Siyu nodded straightforwardly, “I’m lost!”