My Fortune-Blessed Leading Lady
Chapter 201: Clues

Chapter 201: Chapter 201: Clues

He took a deep breath, and Xie Cheng smiled without mirth, "Then I should thank you for the reminder..."

"You’re welcome, it’s what I should do."

Where’s a hammer when he needed one? He wanted to kill this bastard.

Xie Cheng felt that if he continued on like this it wouldn’t work; he would be angered to death by Bo Yan, living his twenties with the soul of someone in their seventies or eighties.

If there were such a thing as the Mental Tranquility Technique, he surely would have mastered it to the highest level.

Bo Yan cast a sidelong glance at Xie Cheng who seemed ready to explode and said indifferently, "Don’t be angry, liking Yuran is my matter, and from her side, don’t go doing anything unnecessary."

Xie Cheng’s anger instantly died down, "I want to clarify one thing here, my previous attitude towards Yuran was entirely based on the objective view I had of not liking her over the past years.

In the past six months, I have been changing, and of course, it might not be satisfactory to you, but I’ve done my best."

Bo Yan acknowledged with a hum, "I know."

...

In order to avoid any misunderstanding, even when they met in first class, Bo Yan restrained his behavior, deeply afraid of having the slightest influence on Yuran – naturally, the looks he sent her way she could feel.

After taking their seats, Qi Younian looked at her thoughtfully from the corner of his eyes.

Having been stared at for a while, Yuran’s scalp tingled, "Why... are you staring at me like that?"

Qi Younian didn’t think Yuran was the type who needed comforting, and he spoke in a calm tone, "I was just observing the great actor Bo just now, and I think you should give up!"

Yuran: "..."

What is he even talking about?

Qi Younian continued, "Just now, the great actor Bo didn’t even give you a glance, so I guess he probably isn’t interested in you, we should focus our minds on the right things, right?"

Yuran really wanted to smash a fist into his face but restrained her temper and asked, "Why is your niece Qi Nian living at your place?"

"Oh, that," Qi Younian put on an unwilling-to-speak-further demeanor, and Yuran didn’t ask more, taking an eye mask out of her bag, hanging it on, and closing her eyes to rest.

This was a habit of hers that Qi Younian knew like the back of his hand. He asked the flight attendant for a blanket and covered her with it, then closed his eyes as well.

This silent understanding between the two reached Bo Yan’s ears.

His brows tightly knitted, and Xie Cheng, frustrated by Bo Yan’s occasional glances their way that he could hardly stand to speak, said, "Great actor Bo, could you possibly restrain yourself a little? Just a little?"

Bo Yan didn’t hear what he was saying at all and asked about something he had been wondering, "You were supposed to look into this Qi Younian for me, and you’ve never reported back. Did you investigate?"

"Hmm, I did investigate."

"Speak!"

"How to put it? I’m also not quite clear why all of a sudden Qi Younian gets along so well with your family’s Yuran," Xie Cheng said, curiosity burning within him.

"Firstly, your family’s Yuran comes from a military lineage, and her circle is different from Qi Younian’s, so the chances they know each other are incredibly slim;

Secondly, Qi Younian’s age doesn’t line up with hers, so he wouldn’t seek her out deliberately, let alone befriend her;

And finally, from Qi Younian’s social circle, he wouldn’t befriend a young lady like Yuran. What’s strange is that despite having no intersections at all, the two of them ended up partnering for a studio.

You find that odd or not? I still can’t figure out why these two, as if old friends for many years, have such an understanding," Xie Cheng finished.

Bo Yan’s mind quickly raced through the many things Yuran had told him.

Her friend’s little uncle, 29 years old.

Just a friend.

...

"Yuran is friends with Qi Younian’s niece."