My Fortune-Blessed Leading Lady
Chapter 191: Don’t worry, I’m here

Chapter 191: Chapter 191: Don’t worry, I’m here

Bo Yan continued to walk out, and Xie Cheng helplessly said, "At least bring a hat and mask for me. Don’t you know how popular you are?"

"I know. Oh, that matter with the investor, you deal with it. Just be honest."

Xie Cheng asked, "Are you planning to go to Diwai alone?"

Unbelievable, getting you out of the house used to be more difficult than reaching the heavens, but now with one message from Yuran, you run faster than a ghost.

Xie Cheng was deeply distressed, "Why can’t you show this kind of boldness in your work?"

Bo Yan turned his head to look at him, "Do you, perhaps, want to go?"

Although that was the question asked, the person speaking wasn’t so friendly, and every word and line screamed: Don’t go, don’t go.

"Relax, I don’t want to go. Just don’t cause me any trouble, okay?"

Bo Yan retorted, "At my age, having a relationship is causing trouble? Nonsense."

Xie Cheng replied, "...At your age, artists don’t really put romance first. Competing for popularity, competing for resources—that’s the top priority. Get it?"

"I don’t get it," Bo Yan said. "I’m not lacking any of that. What I lack is Yuran. Can you make that happen for me?"

Damn, I feel like ever since you fell for Yuran, you’ve changed a style I can’t even keep up with.

Xie Cheng, resigned to his fate, slouched his head, "I’m begging you, stop talking to me. Hurry up and go, go, go..."

If they kept talking, he’d spiral into depression beyond saving, on the verge of a heart attack.

Bo Yan really did turn around and leave, leaving Xie Cheng with an overly casual silhouette.

Xie Cheng grimaced, "Living like this, life is just unbearable."

...

On Yuran’s side, after class, the old professor, though aged, still had a good memory and waited for the two on the podium. Qi Nian nudged Yuran’s arm.

"Yuran, will your family think I’ve dragged you down?"

Actually, during this class, she felt very anxious, blaming herself for dragging Yuran down, and yet she had been hesitating about the matter of asking parents to come.

If not for her inexplicably different volume, they would never be in this situation.

Yuran was indeed dragged down by her; would her little uncle chase her away if he found out about it?

Though not a very sensitive person, Yuran could still hear a hint of fear in the young girl’s words and tone and raised her eyebrows.

"Isn’t it true that you dragged me into this? That’s a fact!"

Qi Nian felt even worse, "I know it’s my fault, so now I feel really sorry for you. You help me out this time, and I’ll listen to you from now on, and buy you breakfast every day."

"Then it’s settled, starting next term!"

"What?" Qi Nian followed behind her, "What do you mean by that?"

Yuran replied, "According to what you said, helping you this time means you’ll buy me breakfast from now on. We’re going to have a holiday in a few days, so there’s no need this term. Starting next term, you’re responsible for my breakfast every day."

Understanding dawned on Qi Nian, and she smiled slightly, "Don’t worry, I keep my word. From now on, I’ve got your breakfast covered."

Following the professor, Qi Nian looked at Yuran worriedly, "Your family won’t make things hard for you, right?"

Yuran held her phone, messaging Bo Yan, [Seventh Brother, I’m on my way to the professor’s office. Are you coming to bail me out?]

In her spare moment, she answered Qi Nian’s question, "No they won’t. My... my brother will handle it. There should be no problem."

Bo Yan replied quickly, [I’m already here. Don’t worry, I’m present.]

With this assurance, Yuran relaxed and said to Qi Nian with a grin, "Promise me, no matter who you see later, once we come out, act as if you didn’t see anyone."