Chapter 168: Chapter 168: Fragrant Kiss (2)
Translator: 549690339
Which idol drama’s silly plot is this? Bo Yan was a bit speechless.
Before he could refuse, the girl’s husband’s face turned dark first. What’s the deal, what’s happening, I paid the bill, and now I get a fresh, hot green hat delivered to myself? Is this what it means to support my wife’s idol-chasing?
The man slammed the table and stood up, about to roar in anger, but it seemed he saw something, his face turned red in an instant, and he shyly nodded his head, stammering, “Can I also have a kiss?”
What he saw was Xia Siyu entering the room.
Now, it was Bo Yan’s turn to have a sinking expression.
Xia Siyu had just returned from the restroom and didn’t quite understand the situation. Seeing the couple nearly come to blows, she asked Bo Yan, “What’s going on?”
With a dark face, Bo Yan turned off the microphone and lowered his voice, “It’s nothing, just ran into a sasaeng fan. Just ignore their requests.”
In a sudden turn of style, no one expected that the woman was a Bo Yan fan, while the man was a Xia Siyu fan.
Normally, when they’re not on opposing sides, they are a couple sweet and tender with each other. But when it comes to star-chasing, they are mortal enemies! Especially, Bo Yan fans and Xia Siyu fans, they are archenemies!
A newlywed couple, still in their honeymoon phase, but because they stan different stars, they almost tore into each other on the spot.
It wasn’t just a fight at the venue, the live chat was also buzzing:
“Damn, damn, damn, I also want a kiss from Teacher Bo!”
“Teacher Bo spoils his fans too much; just tell me which coffee shop it is, I’m going to buy up all their inventory so that Teacher Bo can kiss me every day!”
“Knife in hand, slay the dog, Siyu baby is mine!”
“To hell with that, the man is too shameless; I want a kiss too.”
“What’s the point of getting married, just get a divorce, isn’t chasing stars more appealing?”
The woman was clinging to Bo Yan, and she felt too embarrassed to ask for a kiss anymore: “At least can we take a photo with Bo Yan?”
It was just a photo, and Bo Yan felt too embarrassed to refuse. He nodded his head, and the woman happily rushed over, hugging his arm, leaning her head on his shoulder, smiling like a flower as she took out her phone, made a “V” sign, and directed Bo Yan, “Smile for the camera.”
The man was even more extreme; he felt too embarrassed to approach Xia Siyu for such an intimate photo. Instead, he turned to ask the staff for a Xia Siyu poster, and with a shy face, he went forward: “Siyu, I’m your fan, could you sign for me?”
Xia Siyu nodded, took out the pen she used to order with, and just as she had written the man’s name, the pen ran out of ink.
The anxious fan asked the director’s team, “Do you have a pen? Lend me one, please.”
As it happened, no one from the director’s team had brought a pen that day, causing a deadlock in the moment. The male fan’s face was almost turning grey, but Xia Siyu was quite calm: “You just said, you wanted a kiss, right?”
Happiness came too suddenly! The man couldn’t believe it!
Even the woman, who had just managed to get a successful photo, turned her head to look over here. Not to mention Bo Yan, although he didn’t go up to tear the two apart directly, his gaze was closely following the situation.
It’s tough marrying a celebrity wife, too many fans, too many rivals!
Xia Siyu then pulled out a lipstick: “Which color do you like? Is this one okay?”
The man laughed with a red face, and Xia Siyu actually twisted the cap off the lipstick and traced it on her own lips for a moment. Then, the next second—she didn’t kiss the man; instead, she pressed a clear, distinct lip print below the man’s name on her own poster!
