The Best Actor Insists On Living With Me!-Chapter 1676 - 1666: Falling Behind (7)

Originally thought it was a romantic film, but it turned into a legal drama in an instant.

Before getting closer, Xia Siyu’s impatient and angry voice could be heard: "Can’t I change teams or change screenwriters? There are so many teams under the sun, if you can’t handle it here, can’t I find a more suitable one?"

Oh, they were discussing business, no wonder they walked so far and turned off the microphone.

The photographer was about to leave when Bo Yan stepped forward to persuade: "Calm down."

Xia Siyu was in a temper, how could she calm down? Even if she knew it was riskier to do so, she just couldn’t calm herself.

After all, her mother was her Achilles’ heel, she could disregard everything else, but not this. She couldn’t force Bo Yan to sell the villa; it was bought before their marriage, not hers, and she didn’t want to spend his money frivolously either.

It’s just that if they stop cooperating this time, it’s not as if they’re getting a divorce. If there are objective conditions limiting him here, then switching to another is fine, it’s not like Bo Yan is the only one worldwide who can make a film. Certainly, working with Bo Yan, he wouldn’t screw her over. But whether he’d try to is one thing; whether it can be shot well and is made well is another. She wanted to make it better, if it couldn’t be done here, she’d switch teams.

Bo Yan advised her to calm down, but she simply couldn’t, and just as they were tussling, standing on a sand dune, it was unclear whose foot slipped, causing them both to tumble down.

The nearby photographer had just descended when hearing the noise behind them, rushed back up to see the two rolling down the sand dune. Luckily it was a dune, rolling down wouldn’t matter much, the worst they’d get was some pain from the impact. The photographer quickly scrambled down, even carrying the camera on his shoulder: "Are you okay?"

They were fine indeed, as these sand dunes weren’t too high, higher and steeper ones exist with sand-surfing activities.

Xia Siyu still seemed a bit bewildered, shook her head when asked, and then looked beside her.

When they fell, Bo Yan reached out to protect her. As they rolled down together, he used his body as a shield to catch her, so Xia Siyu wasn’t really hurt.

Bo Yan looked at the photographer, smiled, shook his head, then turned to Xia Siyu.

Xia Siyu, a moment ago somewhat dazed from the fall, suddenly found Bo Yan’s current expression amusing for some reason, burst into laughter: "Hahaha, your head is full of sand."

That’s just like Xia Siyu, quick to anger, quick to let go; in an instant, she shifted her stance, laughing as she looked at Bo Yan.

Usually, when arguing with Xia Siyu over work matters, they argue alright, but always within certain boundaries, Xia Siyu would never utter the word "break up". But this time her anger was due to her mother.

Bo Yan wasn’t angry either, he understood Xia Siyu’s feelings. On one hand, this was work, and she had a point; indeed, if something is worth doing, it’s worth doing well, lack of funds isn’t an excuse for subpar work. On the other hand, in terms of feelings, he understood Xia Siyu’s emotions. Everyone has their own Achilles’ heel, like him, if anyone dared criticize his parents, he’d ensure they’d never do it again.

Their conflict, at its heart, was a clash between work and feelings, not a fundamental issue. He wasn’t angry, rather he felt a bit sorry for her.

It’s as if she wasn’t a child born out of wedlock, yet lived a life as if she was. Parents separated, family unrecognized, constant strife, a home that was no different from having none. After returning from abroad, the environment was unfamiliar, with few friends, hence even the tiniest sentiment remained till now. For instance, Zhou Weiwei, who clearly used her as a shield multiple times. Xia Siyu could see it but chose to ignore it until there was no longer any way to remain together.

Her fiery temper, her nonchalance, her disdain for haters were all tactics she used to protect herself. She only intimidated those people with her tough and domineering manner, but it didn’t mean she enjoyed being insulted or betrayed incessantly.

If possible, who wouldn’t wish to be liked and to have more friends?

Anyway, her laughter likely signified the storm had passed, at least her anger had subsided. For the remaining issues, she’d ponder them herself and come to understand the point.

Bo Yan laughed too: "You’re talking about me, look at yourself, you’re covered in sand. If it wasn’t for the fact that our film has passed review and about to be scheduled, and you being the leading lady can’t die, I wouldn’t have saved you earlier."

"Damn!" Xia Siyu jumped up, ready to hit someone, Bo Yan dodged and quickly pointed to the photographer next to them.

Was Xia Siyu the kind to mind others? Not in the least. She went straight up to grab his hair. Sadly, with her feet on the soft sand, she nearly stumbled again. Bo Yan took the chance to leap to one side, adding, "He’s filming! Look at your face, so ugly, your makeup is all ruined. The army coat is full of sand too, they might ask you for compensation!"

"My makeup is ruined?" Though intending to hit him, Xia Siyu still took out her phone to check herself in its mirror, confirming her beauty still intact, "No, I look fine, don’t I?"

Then she pocketed her phone, prepared to hit him. Bo Yan foresaw it coming and tossed a handful of sand at her face: "See, now you look ugly as hell, don’t you?"

"Bo Yan, you bastard! If we act together again, I’ll take your last name!" Xia Siyu kept spitting, sand nearly getting into her mouth. After brushing off the dust, she rushed over menacingly, grabbed some sand to throw at Bo Yan.

Bo Yan ran fast, avoiding the sand, taunting further: "That’s what you said! From now on, your surname is Bo."

"Stand still, bastard!"

Just like that, the two who were quarreling moments ago returned to horseplay. The atmosphere changed from tense at the start to lively now. The photographer was bewildered.

Annoying couple, flirting?

Bo Yan was nearly caught by Xia Siyu and took another mouthful of sand, he deliberately stood at attention, and gazed behind her: "Someone’s coming."

Xia Siyu was really taken in by his expression, looked back, but saw nothing. She immediately glanced back: "Bo Yan, you dare lie to me?"

Bo Yan looked back, pointed in another direction this time: "Seriously, someone’s coming."

Xia Siyu snickered, holding some sand: "Once is enough for your lies, no way I’m fooled twice by you!"

"Miss Xia, really someone’s coming." This time, it was the photographer speaking up.

Zhou Weiwei’s group, lost for a day, had finally found their way, assembling all the guests and the crew.