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Chapter 1022: 1013: Honeymoon (1)

Chapter 1022: Chapter 1013: Honeymoon (1)

Someone with her personality, those who like her will really like her, thinking she’s genuine and straightforward, saying whatever’s on her mind.

Those who dislike her would certainly hate her even more, saying she’s rude, uncultured, pretentious, and thinks she’s something special. Anyway, as long as you’re a celebrity, you’ll definitely have haters. Even if you have no scandals, they’ll find a way to create some just to bash you.

He’s in a smooth sailing phase right now because he hasn’t been widely targeted by haters yet. To be fair, if he were in Xia Siyu’s shoes, being bashed for three years on such a large scale, he might not have her level of composure.

He used to think that being with Xia Siyu was just his choice. But now he feels that it’s his good fortune.

While they were talking, the shuttle from the hotel had already arrived.

Xia Siyu lifted her chin slightly, “Little Yanzi, come over here and attend to me.”

Bo Yan chuckled, extended his arm, and Xia Siyu naturally placed her hand on it. She was “escorted” by him onto the car. When they were given drinks in the car, she made a fuss and asked Bo Yan to help unscrew the bottle cap.

The resort hotel Xia Siyu booked is a five-star luxury hotel in Southeast Asia, typically catering to foreign guests. Staying in a regular suite costs 3000 a night, but a standalone seafront villa like the one she booked costs over 6000. The advantage is that it’s quiet, not crowded, offers full privacy, and mostly serves foreigners—she’s not favoring the foreign over the domestic. It’s just that when taking Bo Yan to a hotel, she has to choose one that hosts mainly international visitors.

Even her registration was done using her Italian permanent residence green card and passport, not her ID card. She didn’t personally check in either, but handed her documents to her hotel butler—a fluent English-speaking Indonesian girl.

She also asked the butler to arrange for non-local staff, offering to pay additional service fees and tips. Although a bit pricier, it was manageable.

Previously, when dating Bo Yan, they would book rooms using just one person’s name, or she would check in under Wei Jingjing’s name, while Bo Yan used Song Fengzhi’s name.

After all, considering Bo Yan and herself, being cautious ensures longevity; she didn’t want any exposés at this time.

The butler indeed arranged for an all-foreign crew. Even the boat transferring them to the villa was operated by a European. They were whisked away swiftly, taking about half an hour to reach their seaside cabin.

In fact, such a cabin isn’t particularly extravagant. It doesn’t have diamond-studded toilets or gold-plated floors. What she and Bo Yan sought wasn’t luxury, but peace and quiet.

For people like them, always surrounded by crowds, chased by fans and media flashes, a moment of peaceful respite is perhaps the rarest thing. Xia Siyu initially planned many activities, like snorkeling, banana boating, and surfing. But upon reaching the room, the only thing she did was kick off her high heels, throw herself onto the bed, and just lay there, thinking of nothing.

Bo Yan opened the door, opened the windows, and drew the curtains. Water villas are typically built on small islands, and beneath them is often half ocean. When the window is pushed open, there’s an unbeatable sea view—clear blue sea, bright sky, sandy beaches, and the calls of seagulls.

Then he lay down next to her. Xia Siyu snuggled closer, inching toward him, until Bo Yan finally put his arm around her.

Perhaps the ebb and flow of tides bring many waves, but for now, it’s nice to steal a half-day of leisure from life.