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Chapter 12: 12: Chance Encounter (2)

Bo Yan, walking at the forefront, was engaged in a conversation about the script with the director next to him, his head turned sideways. Dressed in the costume from the China era, he wore a long robe and cloth shoes, his hair slicked back in a classic style. Such attire could easily look greasy on others, but on him, it exuded an overwhelming sense of scholarly elegance, extraordinarily dashing.

The crowd was all around him, with numerous other actors present. But Bo Yan’s tall and handsome stature made him stand out as though he had stepped right out of a painting, emanating a presence that overshadowed all, like a crane amongst chickens, the center of everyone’s attention.

As for our side, even with five people surrounding her, compared to his imposing presence, it seemed utterly insubstantial.

The moment Wei Jingjing noticed Bo Yan’s appearance, she immediately reached out to grasp Xia Siyu’s arm, whispering with urgency, “Brother Qin said we must keep a low profile, low profile! We can’t cause any more trouble.” Especially not with Bo Yan.

However, her hand caught nothing but air. She then saw Xia Siyu, with an aggressive stride, step ahead.

Her target was none other than Bo Yan, not far away.

Wei Jingjing felt a darkness before her eyes, it was over! This was going to be a disaster! Knowing Xia Siyu’s temperament, she was bound to create an earth-shattering scene!

Xia Siyu pushed her sunglasses up her nose with one hand and adjusted the jacket on her shoulders with the other, chin up, chest out, she strode toward Bo Yan in her high heels with a flick of her hair.

The entrance to the filming courtyard was not large, and Xia Siyu was first to step out, soon the two of them were only five meters apart.

As Xia Siyu took that step, people in the approaching group had already spotted her.

Recognizing her, they were shocked.

Anyone who saw the trending topic last night knew that Xia Siyu’s appearance spelled bad news. Bo Yan had no bodyguards, and Assistant Song Fengzhi had left to fetch his costume, not by his side. The artists and crew around him also didn’t dare provoke Xia Siyu.

This woman had a volatile temper, capable of getting into a fight with her ex-boyfriend in the street; after last night’s unpleasantness, who knew what kind of trouble she might stir up?

But as they were not Bo Yan’s close associates, most of them had an attitude of watching the drama unfold, so by the time Bo Yan himself noticed, Xia Siyu had already approached him. She even deliberately lifted her sunglasses, her lips curving slightly as she looked at him.

Unbeknownst to them, everyone in Bo Yan’s crew slowed their pace. All eyes turned between Xia Siyu and him, their expressions full of suggestive meaning.

Under the scrutiny of everyone, Bo Yan’s eyes remained calm, his expression unchanged, his pace steady, and without sparing an additional glance for the person in front of him, he—

—slightly sidestepped, veering past Xia Siyu without even the hem of his clothes touching her, effortlessly circumventing her as if she were an obstacle, then quickened his pace, leaving her behind.

Though Bo Yan continued walking, those around him couldn’t ignore Xia Siyu as if she were thin air; a few less popular newcomers politely nodded and bent in greeting, calling her “Sister Xia,” but likewise, didn’t slow their pace.

When their team had all walked past, one by one, and entered the courtyard, Xia Siyu seemed to awaken from a dream. Turning around, she bellowed his name, “Bo Yan, you stop right there!”