Chapter 400: 399: Wife, Open the Door (4)
The Best Actor Insists On Living With Me!
Moreover, it wasnât just that, during dinner, Xia Siyu was also on guard. However, Bo Yan remained calm as ever, still effortlessly asking the chef to cook him steaks and oysters and other energy-boosting foods to prepare for the several tough battles ahead in the evening.
Xia Siyu was not that foolish; she did not continue to eat those things with him.
Moreover, after dinner, the bedroom was tidied up, she quickly dashed up at an 800-meter sprint speed, closed the door directly, and locked it.
No entry for Bo Yan and the dog!
Bo Yan didnât force her, still taking things easy. As she stayed upstairs, he continued to read downstairs in the living room. The other people went on with their tea and chat, as if he belonged to a different world from them.
But in the evening, a major incident occurred. A serious safety accident happened at Bosch Corporation, it was said that someone had died.
Such a major event naturally called for the current head of the family, Bo Qiliu, and the future heir, Bo Yi, to attend. The old man, Mr. Bo, considered it an opportunity for the father and son to handle official duties first.
This was essentially Bo Qiliuâs and Bo Yiâs first war since assuming their roles as the new heads of Bosch. They both took it very seriously.
The two of them left the ancestral home immediately. These days, if such safety accidents are not handled well, they can have a severe negative impact on corporate image, and also affect the marketing and operations of the business. Xia Sicai was supportive, âHusband, go take care of it, Iâll wait for you here at home.â
Having such a virtuous wife, Bo Yi was naturally delighted. Moreover, Xia Sicai was not just idly living off him; she still had a job in the Xia familyâs enterprise, she was a furniture designer.
âI will make sure to complete the work and come back right away.â
Bo Yi affectionately touched Xia Sicaiâs face and left tenderly.
As the couple displayed their affection, Bo Yan didnât even lift his head. He was still immersed in his materials, scribbling and pondering something from time to time.
Although the setting was a Northwestern Mountain Village, apart from learning the local dialect outside of his coursework, the most crucial part, of course, was how to design the plot, enrich the characters, and enhance the details. The male protagonist was both from the Northwest mountain area and had come to the big city for studies; he ought to have many imprints of his era on him.
While learning the dialect was essential, if he couldnât master it well, heâd rather not speak it at all, as a half-baked accent could easily alienate listeners. But it was not something he could skip either, as it was ultimately a means to get closer to the protagonistâs inner world.
After reviewing his own work, he casually checked Xia Siyuâs as well. She had written and sketched quite a bit. The funniest thing was, this girl grew up abroad, and although she learned Chinese, it wasnât her mother tongue, so she wasnât very proficient. After returning to China, she mainly used computers for typing and rarely handwrote anything. After becoming an artist, she even used computers less, preferring voice commands over texting on her phone.
Therefore, there were many characters she couldnât write. Her annotations were even in pinyin, a total educational slacker and illiterate!
But this Xia Siyu had painstakingly written several lengthy pages of material, which showed that she must have put all her thoughts and deficiencies to use.
Quite interesting.
Bo Yan tidied up, organizing the materials by category, and then he walked towards the bedroom in a relaxed manner. As he went upstairs and tried to open the door, it was locked from the inside. He knocked, Xia Siyu didnât respond.
âWife, open the door.â
Xia Siyu completely ignored him. Just as Bo Yan was about to look for the keys, Xia Sicai opened her door and came out: âBo Yan.â