The Best Actor Insists On Living With Me!-Chapter 1754 - 1746: Gift (3)

He tried on so many outfits today, all for this tie clip. How could he let this crucial accessory miss out on such an important occasion?

Xia Siyu indeed hadn’t slept enough. She just helped him with his tie, but her mind was still dazed. However, with Bo Yan’s repeated requests, her impatience kicked in instantly.

"Don’t you have hands?" She was already being very restrained; she’d probably have started yelling if it were anyone else.

Bo Yan wasn’t flustered at all. He smiled as he approached her and kissed her cheek: "You have a good eye."

Xia Siyu was indeed confused, and a bit speechless. She wasn’t feeling flustered with accelerated heartbeat or breath because of Bo Yan’s sudden approach, nor completely indifferent as if it was the left hand touching the right. She was just—really not slept enough, feeling a bit irritable.

Normally, although Bo Yan was gentle, he always behaved like a senior, guiding her along. He rarely "asked" her for help, especially in such a tone.

Even though she sounded impatient: "What tie clip?" She then turned back and saw the clip, took it off, and casually clipped it onto his tie.

To a man, a tie clip is like a necklace or brooch to a woman, besides its securing function, it’s also an ornament. The tie clip was made quite well, but it wasn’t a high-end custom, nor made of gold, silver, or jewels, and the design seemed a bit feminine—red, resembling half of a butterfly.

Still, Bo Yan liked it. He said, "Looks good."

Xia Siyu said "Oh" and was about to go rest, but Bo Yan grabbed her arm again.

Xia Siyu had tolerated long enough; now she was finally about to explode. A person who hadn’t had enough sleep, suppressing her bad temper for so long, she really couldn’t take it. If Bo Yan didn’t let go of her, he might get punched!

"Bo Yan!"

Bo Yan still turned the tie clip to the front: "What do you think of this?"

"Think of what?" The clothes? Xia Siyu’s head was about to explode, her words carried an aggressive tone: "This color is too flashy, what kind of event are you attending anyway?"

Typically, wearing formal attire applies to formal occasions. Red carpet or other programs—there seemed to be no red carpet today, had there been, why wouldn’t she know?

For other scenarios, there’d be makeup artists to match his outfit specifically, so he didn’t need to worry himself.

So what exactly was Bo Yan doing with these series of operations?

Dressing in formal wear was fine, but he chose a brownish-red suit. —Wait a minute, this tie clip, looked familiar somehow.

Xia Siyu was always the action-oriented type; feeling familiar, she went straight to grab it: "This thing?"

Bo Yan saw she finally noticed the key point, his gaze turned gentle: "This butterfly looks very nice."

Xia Siyu picked up the tie clip, scanned it left and right: "Isn’t this a moth?" What butterfly, where did it look nice? "Besides, this thing..."

She could say whatever she wanted, Bo Yan didn’t mind, he coughed, "I saw it in your suitcase while I was packing your luggage just now."

Although giving gifts face to face might be more surprising. But since she already knew about it now, of course, he had to point it out personally.

Xia Siyu said "Oh", appearing not particularly surprised, nor overly joyful from being discovered she bought a gift. Yet Bo Yan expressed his delight: "I really like this. It’s the best gift I’ve received."

"?" Xia Siyu looked confused, and upon closer inspection, finally recognized this thing, "Isn’t this mine?"

Bo Yan nodded, carefully placing the tie clip into his palm: "Didn’t expect you’d think of buying something for me." Plus it was for Valentine’s Day, and it had "Dear Husband" written on it, even packaged with a gift box.

Even if this item might just be a mass-produced factory product, worth only a few hundred bucks at most, he was still very delighted: "Why did you think of buying this for me?"

Xia Siyu snatched it away, scanned it twice in her hand, pondered for a moment: "I’ve been flying around these days, lost my skincare products when I came back, so I went to the airport to buy some. Seems like it’s when you spend over five thousand or something, they give a freebie, and it’s this."

Bo Yan’s smile instantly froze, but he had the last bit of stubbornness: "You say this... is a free gift? But this is a men’s brand item."

This men’s brand, not only produces suits but also has skincare, cosmetics, and small accessories—all for men. How could Xia Siyu buy items from this brand?

He just rifled through Xia Siyu’s luggage too; besides this thing, there was no other men’s product.

"Yeah, this brand and the one I bought are part of a large corporation." Just like L’Oreal, they have many brands under them, ranging from lower-end L’Oreal to mid-tier Lancome, and higher-end Armani, Helena (HR) etc. Sometimes during promotions, products from the large company’s brands are interchangeable, this is why the free gift that Xia Siyu received was this.

Bo Yan’s illusion somewhat shattered, but he still tried to salvage: "Even if it’s a free gift... it was still wrapped in fine packaging."

Xia Siyu replied "Oh", "I was flying quite late; almost all the gifts were picked over. I originally wanted to choose a new perfume sample that’s said to be great for repelling bugs, but unfortunately, it was picked over, leaving only this. This was already packaged by them."

"And what about the card?" Bo Yan had the last bit of stubbornness.

The card had "Dear Husband" written on it; surely that’s what she intentionally selected?

Xia Siyu seemed more puzzled: "The sales assistant asked if it was for a boyfriend or husband, I obviously said husband."

This was a Valentine’s Day promotion; purchasing men’s skincare products would get a woman’s free gift, labeled as "Wife" or "Girlfriend". Conversely, if for women, the man’s gift naturally would be labeled "Husband" or "Boyfriend". It’s standardized, she couldn’t change it.

Xia Siyu held the tie clip with regret "It’s a pity, I was almost boarding the plane at the time, didn’t have time to pick carefully. This thing’s so ugly." She looked back at Bo Yan, "What’s wrong with you?"

Nothing much, it’s just his heart dropped with a loud thud, shattering into many pieces. He imagined this affectionately all day, and it turned out to be nothing more than a gift-with-purchase item from Xia Siyu, and she even thoroughly disliked it.

"...Nothing."

"Oh. Then I’m going to sleep." Xia Siyu yawned, turned around and saw Bo Yan still standing there with confusion, "Aren’t you leaving later? You’ve picked out your clothes, so why not get some sleep again? Your eyes are bloodshot."