My Fortune-Blessed Leading Lady
Chapter 218: The Dead, Fu Yuran

Chapter 218: Chapter 218: The Dead, Fu Yuran

Zhen Ni’s image on the film set was, frankly...

She had the temper of a top-tier star but not the destiny to match it.

Perhaps feeling aggrieved, on the day the shooting ended, Xuan Ze received a call from a senior executive at RSM who directly questioned the matter. Xuan Ze had just finished showering and came out of the bathroom with his hair still dripping with water.

The good mood from the smooth filming session was shattered by the phone call. He didn’t even bother drying his hair and threw the towel carelessly on the floor, cutting off the person on the other line. "Director Men, are you suggesting that you want to seek justice for your little lover?"

Whatever was said on the other end, Xuan Ze let out a cold laugh. "Sorry, but I hold as many shares in RSM as you do, you’re not yet at the level to dictate what I should do;

Furthermore, considering Bo Yan’s unique position in Diyang, it’s enough to make me steer clear and not provoke anything. You think you have the influence, it doesn’t matter to me. You go ahead and bring Zhen Ni into the group, that’s the greatest extent of my tolerance for you. Don’t get too full of yourself.

I, Xuan Ze, don’t need to rely on RSM’s reputation to attract investment, and you can’t threaten me with that. I’ll reassess the editing, and whether Zhen Ni’s scenes will be kept or not, goodbye."

"Was that Men Ou on the phone?" Austin originally had something to discuss with Xuan Ze, but as he entered pushing the door, he stumbled upon the dismal scene of him hanging up the phone and thus asked.

Zhen Ni is Men Ou’s well-known mistress within the entire RSM, and she is not at all modest in her ambitions, dreaming of displacing the official wife and taking her place.

She even carries herself haughtily within RSM, almost acting as if she were the lady of the house.

Men Ou, though he appears polished and suave, is actually timid as a mouse. He depends on his official wife’s family fortune and has become one of the major shareholders of RSM, which has gone to his head.

Austin closed the door and walked in, sitting down on a couch, "I just reviewed some of Zhen Ni’s shots; I’m sorry, but I don’t think any of them can be used."

Xuan Ze raised an eyebrow, settled across from him, and his previously shattered mood suddenly improved. "Oh, what a coincidence, I was just about to delete all her scenes."

Austin: "...Why?"

Xuan Ze, "Why the hell should I prop up that old fool’s lover?"

This point was valid, okay. "Right, her scenes are too rigid, and she’s heavily overshadowed by Bo Yan’s acting. I didn’t understand it; though there were clearly no direct interactions in the scenes, she still managed to get intimidated that badly, hmm, impressive."

Xuan Ze: "Pfft... Are you cracking another cold joke?"

Austin: "Absolutely not. Speaking of which, Bo Yan and Yuran really have great chemistry. These days of shooting, the two of them nailed almost every take in one go, if I remember correctly."

Xuan Ze also found it incredible and nodded, "Indeed, it’s unbelievable. I’ve never had such smooth shooting before, but it’s definitely something to celebrate, saving on costs. Each day we start shooting, it’s money, every day is money."

Austin: "..."

Xuan Ze, "Yuran’s performance, it reminds me of someone."

"Who?"

"Someone who’s passed away, Fu Yuran."

Austin: "Fu Yuran, I’m somewhat familiar. But what do you mean by that?"

Xuan Ze, "Hard to say, but calling her the little Fu Yuran wouldn’t be an overstatement. Their names are even similar, it’s fate, coincidental..."

...

In Bo Yan’s room, after Xie Cheng left, he continued to watch the works of Fu Yuran since her debut. Over these days of filming, he had watched several already. Fu Yuran was a highly productive actress, almost non-stop, online searches revealed she worked relentlessly, joining project after project throughout the year.

Films followed TV dramas, and TV dramas followed variety shows.

He didn’t even understand why a famous and successful actress needed to go all out.

Didn’t she need to rest?

An excellent actor who had been popular since her debut wouldn’t lack resources—did she really need to strive so hard?

Qi Younian was Fu Yuran’s good friend, and he had a decent relationship with his own little girl. Although he had only watched a few films, from the subtle little gestures, he could spot traces of Fu Yuran in his child.

They didn’t belong wholly to Fu Yuran, after all, the expressions were not quite the same.

But wasn’t this ... too coincidental?

He now felt the need to understand everything about Fu Yuran, to watch all the movies she had shot, whether they were films, TV dramas, or even variety shows. He always trusted his intuition.

Speculation, even if just speculation, first presumed, later confirmed, he would find opportunities to observe slowly. What was most important now was to find out whether his little girl was indeed Yuran.

Thinking this, he made a call to Situ Jue in America, asking Situ Jue for two things.

One was everything about Yinran Entertainment from its inception to the present, and the other was all information on Fu Yuran.

Due to the time difference, Situ Jue was somewhat groggy, but hearing Bo Yan’s instructions, his sleepiness vanished completely, and he immediately sat up, "Bo Yan, is it urgent?"

Bo Yan pondered for a moment, "If you have time, as soon as possible. If not, within three days, you must get it to me."

Situ Jue: "I’ll do it as soon as I can, at the latest 24 hours from now."

"Good!"

After hanging up, Situ Jue looked puzzled. Fu Yuran—why had Bo Yan suddenly taken an interest in this person? He didn’t speculate further, but made a few phone calls and just waited for the results.

In fact, less than twenty-four hours later, as Bo Yan boarded his flight leaving Marseille, he had already received Situ Jue’s email, and Situ Jue had specifically called to report to him.

Situ Jue said, "Bo Yan, the information about Fu Yuran from her younger days can no longer be looked into. The only thing I could find starts from when she and her sister were admitted to the orphanage. Also, one other thing, Fu Bairan doesn’t seem to be her real sister. The head of the orphanage personally orchestrated a swap."

Bo Yan furrowed his brow, "How was the swap carried out?"

"According to the information, Fu Yuran’s sister, Fu Bairan, had suffered facial injuries from a fall when she was in the orphanage. The records state that the orphanage took her sister to the hospital for plastic surgery, but in reality, this was not the case. Instead, they used this as a reason to swap the two persons.

This incident is deeply connected to Yinchao from Yinran Entertainment. The person who colluded with the head of the orphanage to swap Fu Yuran’s sister was Yinchao. However, I can’t see the ultimate intention. The sisters were helpless and without any power—was it just because Yinchao saw that Fu Yuran was a potential acting talent? To have someone who could earn money for him? Planning against her from the start? The reason does not hold, too far-fetched."

Bo Yan’s hand clutching his phone trembled, his eyes deep, "I understand, let it be for now. I am boarding to return home, and will call you after reviewing the materials."

Situ Jue, "Alright Bo Yan, command me at any time if you need something."

Bo Yan, "After you’ve finished things there, come back home as soon as possible. I’ll speak with Si Yao."

Situ Jue responded, "Alright!"