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Chapter 27: 27 The Golden House Conceals the Beauty (1)

Was she being rejected? She must be, right? By what right did he reject her? She was clearly so beautiful, her entire being was attractive, and yet he dared to reject her!

She hadn’t complained about him living here, and now he had the audacity to tell her to stay away?

Rest assured, she would definitely keep two meters, no, three meters away from him, and never lay eyes on him again for the rest of her life!

Xia Siyu snorted loudly, tossed her head, and walked straight to her bedroom, slamming the door forcefully. A few seconds later, she stormed out again, poured herself a full glass of water, and returned to her room, slamming the door once more.

In the adjacent guest room, Bo Yan stood behind the door, hearing the commotion on the other side, and the indifferent expression in his eyes immediately relaxed. His hand gently moved up to press against his somewhat chaotic, wildly beating heart.

A few minutes later, once he had fully regained his composure, his face was once again as calm as a still pond, and he lifted his leg to walk further into the room.

The night passed without incident.

Xia Siyu was awakened by a series of urgent rings from her cell phone. Without opening her eyes, she reached out to fumble on the bedside table, her voice hoarse: “Hello.’

“Siyu, it’s me, Jingjing. Are you still at Qingcheng Apartments? I’m heading to your old place to pick up some daily necessities for you.”

Xia Siyu responded with a “hmm,” but just turned over, eyes still shut.

“About the issue with your house, I reported it to Brother Qin last night. He said that temporarily he can’t find anywhere with security measures better than Qingcheng Apartments. If your friend doesn’t mind, you might have to stay here a little longer until we find a better place.”

Xia Siyu lazily nodded: “Oh.”

“There’s an event this afternoon; get ready early. I’ll come to pick you up in a while.’

“Okay.” Xia Siyu tossed the phone aside and buried her head back into the bed covers, rolling around at the head of the bed for a while. She was just getting up, believing Wei Jingjing had arrived, and thus wrinkled her brow and squinted her eyes.

She obviously hadn’t had enough sleep, thinking she was still in her old house. She staggered to the bathroom, squeezed toothpaste onto her brush. Feeling a tad hungry and brushing her teeth, she scratched her shoulder and, with disheveled hair, pushed the door open, planning to check the fridge.

As she pushed open the door, Bo Yan was opening his door across from her, and both were taken aback.

Bo Yan was neatly dressed; because he was at home, he wore an extremely simple white T- shirt with black casual pants. Unlike Xia Siyu’s disheveled appearance, he was clearly already washed and groomed, his hair neatly combed, his gaze calm as he swept over her, his frown visibly deepening as if the word “disdain” was etched on his face.

Looking past her, her bedroom was a mess with clothes strewn about. It had only been one day, but the room looked as if it had been hit by a level-seven earthquake, completely unlike the neat and charming image she presented when she left the house.

As he continued to look, his brow furrowed even deeper.

Xia Siyu followed his gaze nonchalantly from top to bottom; her unkempt appearance wasn’t really unfit for public view – after all, ninety percent of women looked like this when they got up.

Bo Yan’s gaze swept down to her chest and lingered there—