Chapter 341: Chapter 341: Crisis (3)
Xia Siyu clicked her tongue. “I knew Li Weiyi was wild, but it seems like the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. The most pitiable one must be his mother—though not necessarily; they might well have agreed to each doing their own thing a long time ago.”

Bo Yan wore an expression that said he was at a loss for words. She has the nerve to criticize others? Weren’t the two of them doing the same thing?

Although Xia Siyu hadn’t gone that route, she had the desire to seek something beyond her current life. He needed to tighten the reins quickly to prevent his kite from flying away.

“And there’s Li Yiru, was she not eyeing you before? She’s not short of money, so why would she choose such an old man?”

The thought of being targeted made Bo Yan shiver with disgust.

If Li Yiru had managed to hook up with Bo Yan, she certainly wouldn’t need to deal with the old man, but that was impossible.

If she had to settle for less, Li Weiyi’s father wasn’t even sixty, he was well-preserved, and not bad looking either. Considering his son’s lifestyle, their family dynamics were probably everyone for themselves, taking what they needed. If his wife didn’t interfere, outsiders had no place to say anything either.

As for lacking money, celebrities are definitely wealthier than the average person, and Li Yiru was a second-tier star, so she was hardly strapped for cash. But no one turns down more money. If she could earn more and gain support, of course she would be willing.

Not everyone is like Xia Siyu, who became famous immediately upon entering the scene, a super newcomer. Many artists work their whole lives and still can only achieve the status of Li Yiru. Though she complains a lot, her popularity is genuinely high.

Moreover, Xia Siyu wasn’t short of money, nor did she value it as much. Her ambition wasn’t to become famous or make more money; her heart was pure, so she wouldn’t be swayed.

“Everyone makes their own choices,” Bo Yan didn’t want to judge. They were all adults; there was no compulsion, only choices.

The two of them were speaking in hushed tones. Though the elder Bo had finished speaking and it was now Bo Qiliu’s turn to greet the guests, basically no one was listening to him.

Bo Yan and Xia Siyu, being top celebrities, naturally attracted a lot of attention as they spoke together. Although some media folks from the entertainment industry were present, most were from financial magazines that wouldn’t publish content recklessly.

Still, their every word and action was closely watched.

Perhaps it was out of consideration for their unified front, especially with Mrs. Tong eying them, Xia Siyu remarkably refrained from making a public scene with Bo Yan.

Once the speech had ended and the lights of the banquet hall were brightened, Xia Siyu didn’t leave. Instead, she had an extra chair brought up and unapologetically took her seat between Xia Sicai and Bo Yan, helping herself to the chopsticks.

She also commented, “You can tell Sicai chose this menu. Stuff like boiled cabbage and literary tofu soup.”

The food was delicious and had a high level of sophistication.

For someone as unrefined as her, she was better suited to holding something and gnawing on it directly.

After the meal was over and the floor cleared, the waitstaff quickly tidied the area, leaving the center open.

It was time for the cake.

The cake was ordered by Bo Yi, who also brought a gift. Xia Sicai, with a smile, said, “Grandpa, Ayi and I wish you a long life of a hundred years.”

Xia Siyu muttered under her breath, “Yeah, right, Grandpa is already eighty. Aren’t you cursing him by wishing him a hundred years?”

Xia Sicai stiffened for a moment, then it was Bo Yan’s turn. The gift he had bought before was brought up, and when he lifted the red cloth, it was a piece of Petrified Wood carved with a Buddha: “May you live as long as the Southern Mountain’s immortal pine.”