My Fortune-Blessed Leading Lady
Chapter 179: The So-called, Being Moved Without Realizing It

Chapter 179: Chapter 179: The So-called, Being Moved Without Realizing It

In the private room, screams and fear melded into chaos; the unexpected image of Bo Yan, a leading actor, stunned everyone.

Bewildered, someone tremulously asked, "Isn’t Bo Yan just an actor? He doesn’t own a mine, does he?"

No one knew the answer.

Yet, Bo Yan’s aloof and indifferent persona had, on this night, in the eyes of those who witnessed everything, left an indelible, nightmarish stroke in their memories.

It was something they likely would never forget in this lifetime.

An investor who had intended to embarrass Bo Yan due to his status had his head smashed instead.

In the industry, Bo Yan had always had a stellar reputation, with gossip surrounding him only during the first few months after his debut. Later, he would only attend necessary film promotions and unavoidable interviews.

He declined all other events.

So why did so many film resources come knocking at his door?

Firstly, his popularity and box office draw were at the pinnacle of the empire.

Secondly, his acting was beyond reproach; he became whatever he played, adding a touch of personal flair that embellished the character.

Ultimately, the audience voted with their wallets; since his debut, not a single movie of Bo Yan’s had flopped or performed poorly at the box office, leaving others in the dust.

Even after leaving the hotel, Bo Yan was still wiping his hands that had touched a wine bottle earlier.

Xie Cheng followed behind him, his face dark with anger, "Sorry, this was my oversight."

He had thought that after seven years, there was an unwritten rule within the industry concerning Bo Yan. It was unexpected that... there were still those hell-bent on courting death.

Before Bo Yan could respond, a crowd of reporters surged from behind the greenery, their flashlights blazing. Questions were thrown one after another.

And there was a fearless reporter who reached out to pull on Bo Yan’s wrist.

Xie Cheng had made a mistake once, and there wouldn’t be a second time. With lightning-fast reflexes, he dodged and shielded Bo Yan protectively behind him.

Neither of them looked good, and Bo Yan, even more so, had no intention of responding to such an interview.

Especially not questions like the following.

"Bo Yan, you only went in less than ten minutes ago. Why did you come out so quickly?"

"Bo Yan, I saw a group of ’princesses’ enter your private room just now; were you involved?"

"Bo Yan, your public persona..."

The incessant questions hadn’t yet ceased when the sound of an ambulance approached from the distance. The reporters blocked the way, and security came to forcefully clear them. Seizing this moment, Xie Cheng hurriedly escorted Bo Yan away from the hotel.

...

"I’ll give you an explanation for what happened this time," Xie Cheng said as he took Bo Yan back to Museli.

He truly felt sorry. He should have been more vigilant at all times and should never have let such an incident occur.

Bo Yan’s gaze shifted to the window, his irritation seemingly unprovoked, his face dark, and his eyes as deep as a cold pool, as if he urgently needed something to quell his restlessness.

It had been a long time since he had felt such uncontrollable negative emotions.

Seeing that Bo Yan remained silent, Xie Cheng also closed his mouth.

Yuran watched the gossip live broadcast by accident at home and after pausing for a moment, seeing Bo Yan’s retreating figure in the news, she didn’t know what she was thinking when she threw on a coat and rushed out the door.

However, as soon as she opened the door and stepped out, she saw Bo Yan leaning against the side. She stopped in her tracks, took two steps to stand in front of Bo Yan, and stopped.

"Seventh Brother, you... you’re okay, aren’t you?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she was encircled by Bo Yan’s arms in an embrace that almost seemed to crush her waist, causing an especially uncomfortable feeling.