The Best Actor Insists On Living With Me!

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 didn’t 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 Qiliu’s and Bo Yi’s 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, “Husband, go take care of it, I’ll wait for you here at home.”

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 family’s enterprise, she was a furniture designer.

“I will make sure to complete the work and come back right away.”

Bo Yi affectionately touched Xia Sicai’s face and left tenderly.

As the couple displayed their affection, Bo Yan didn’t 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 couldn’t master it well, he’d 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 protagonist’s inner world.

After reviewing his own work, he casually checked Xia Siyu’s 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 wasn’t her mother tongue, so she wasn’t 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 couldn’t 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 didn’t respond.

“Wife, open the door.”

Xia Siyu completely ignored him. Just as Bo Yan was about to look for the keys, Xia Sicai opened her door and came out: “Bo Yan.”