My Fortune-Blessed Leading Lady
Chapter 120: Don’t Even Think About My Uncle

Chapter 120: Chapter 120: Don’t Even Think About My Uncle

Upon hearing this, Qi Younian could almost hear his own heartbeat. He tried hard to suppress his feelings as he looked steadily at Yuran, "What do you mean?"

Yuran could tell that his voice was excited, trembling, and even filled with doubt.

It showed how disappointed Qi Younian once had been with her.

She looked at him with an apologetic expression, "Younian, I’m very sorry."

Qi Younian, "Don’t change the subject, Fu Yuran."

Yuran curved her lips into a smile and said, "Do you really think that I would just let Yinran Entertainment go? Do I seem like a naive person to you?"

"You mean..."

Yuran stared into his eyes without flinching, "Yes, you’re not wrong, it’s exactly that, but in the early stages, you need to handle the tedious matters. I’m a good student now."

Qi Younian looked at her for a while before suddenly smiling, the gloominess in his brows lessened a lot, and his face took on a brighter shade.

"Okay!"

"Qi Younian, you really are the best!" Yuran said from the bottom of her heart, "I didn’t listen to you much in the past, and the result was quite tragic."

Qi Younian’s expression changed back, "It won’t be like that anymore."

He wouldn’t be so petty anymore, he also couldn’t forget the funeral of Fu Yuran, where he could hardly move his legs.

That feeling was enough to last a lifetime; he never wanted to experience it again.

However, some things still weren’t appropriate to say now, and he knew in his heart that in Fu Yuran’s heart, he was more than a friend, but not yet a lover, he could only be her kin.

That was all.

Yuran didn’t want to talk about how she died or how tragic it was. She steered the conversation back, "As for the negotiations, you handle them. Just make sure we don’t suffer any losses, and you can act as if your script has been desecrated.

Meanwhile, you can still wield a pen now, can’t you!"

Qi Younian squinted at her, "I’m a bit upset about raising this issue without going through a dramatic scene of recognizing one’s relatives and now even questioning my ability."

Yuran chuckled, "Dramatic crying and recognition? Dare you even propose such an idea, do you think that’s a suitable way for us to express our emotions?"

Qi Younian thought seriously and felt that goosebumps didn’t quite suit him.

He then said with a smile, "Indeed, it’s not quite fitting, but a hug is still okay."

After speaking, Qi Younian walked over, leaned down, and embraced Yuran, "Yuran, welcome back."

"Thank you!"

All the past and dust settled in these few exchanges, and they both understood, the past was over.

...

"So Yuran, what exactly did you say to my uncle? He looks so pleased with himself; it’s not something I’m used to." Qi Nian couldn’t help but ask as she watched Yuran descend the stairs, sizing her up.

Yuran looked at her with a smile, "Thank you."

"Huh?" Qi Nian was puzzled, "Why are you thanking me out of the blue?"

Yuran laughed, naturally she couldn’t tell Qi Nian the reason, and seeing that she just smiled without speaking, Qi Nian felt like an idiot, "You’re really unfair, arousing my curiosity and then saying nothing."

"When you’re a bit older, I’ll tell you."

Qi Nian’s eyes widened, "You’re the same age as me, don’t use a tone that suggests you’re more mature than me to lecture me, just like my uncle. Oh, are you planning to become my auntie? No way, it’s not possible, I warn you, you better not have designs on my uncle."

The smile on Yuran’s face almost failed to hold, "..."

Qi Nian caught up with her, "Yuran, let me tell you, I won’t allow you to covet my uncle, you..."