My Fortune-Blessed Leading Lady
Chapter 219: You Fed My Cat Hormones

Chapter 219: Chapter 219: You Fed My Cat Hormones

The character posters for "Glory and You, Never Betraying" had been released. Though the filming progress was unknown, the leaked photos suggested that the shooting was going smoothly.

Yuran initially emerged in the public eye as a music creator, but now, she had transformed into an actress, even landing an enviable role.

There were all sorts of voices, and of course, before she could solidify her acting skills with a strong work, the voices of doubt were louder.

On the other hand, because of "Glory and You, Never Betraying," and acting opposite the great Bo Yan in a romance, it indirectly gave Yuran a powerful promotion, rocketing M.YU’s popularity.

During this time, Qi Younian kept pushing Annan to grow. Being a competent agent was no easy task; it required a good EQ, IQ, and dexterity.

Annan was quite green, but luckily, she was willing to learn and did so very seriously.

She would think deeply about problems, learn from one example and apply it to others. Qi Younian was very pleased with her growth. When he brought it up with Yuran, he always praised her for her foresight and good judgment in people.

He compiled numerous case studies that stacked up to a meter high for Annan to quickly go through and commit to memory.

At first, Annan was overwhelmed at the sight of that pile of documents, and then Qi Younian told her something: if you want to become Yuran’s agent, then you must be as excellent as Xie Cheng.

It’s hard to predict Yuran’s future in acting right now. Not to mention surpassing Bo Yan, but reaching a level parallel to his might be possible. Xie Cheng might seem carefree, but if you watch him deal with the media and select work seriously, he is very impressive.

So, the things you don’t understand, you must learn; what you’ve learned, you must master; and what you’ve mastered, you must expand upon. You must securely protect Yuran within your control; otherwise, even breaking news like Yuran’s love life will overwhelm you.

Annan began to devour those case studies, writing furiously, hoping to grow.

Yuran didn’t stop her; Annan loved this line of work. She was willing to lead the way and help her grow. Even if Annan lost interest later, this would still be a valuable experience.

Qi Younian wouldn’t go out of his way to make things difficult for Anna. Mo Yue simply thought that being a female agent was tough, let alone being her agent, so he put his heart and soul into helping her stand on her own quickly.

After returning to the country, there were two days to rest. Yuran had been pondering how to handle Bo Yan’s likely backlash, but with him being busy, she had the two days to herself.

She was overjoyed.

The first thing she did was visit Bai Leyao’s place to see her cat, which Bai Leyao was reluctant to return, bluntly saying that her cat didn’t want to leave. Seeing the cat that Bai Leyao had fattened by two sizes, Yuran was at a loss for words.

"Did you feed my cat steroids? I can barely hold it anymore."

Bai Leyao was delighted to see her. With her album sales doing well for a long time, her mood was always great.

The official Weibo was topped with a post about Yuran and another about Yuran’s secondary account since both accounts had wished her well, and of course, no one thought there was a connection between the two.

She was a laid-back artist, recording music when the mood struck, writing songs, or maybe attending some events. Otherwise, she’d be home, idle. Lately, with nothing to do, she looked forward every day to Yuran visiting her.

The guest arrived all right, and had the audacity to complain that she’d overfed the cat. The nerve!

Bai Leyao poked at the chubby body of the fat cat, feeling very wronged, "I told you to cut down on the cat food, but you wouldn’t listen. Look, now your owner is criticizing you!"

Yuran couldn’t help but laugh and cry, "I was just expressing a thought, and you’re getting all worked up. Let me introduce you; this is my agent, Annan, who is also my classmate and good friend."

After chewing on case studies for days, Annan finally got a break to get some fresh air, only to end up at a little singer’s home. When it was time for her introduction, she recovered from her daze and greeted Bai Leyao.

Bai Leyao waved her hand, "Hello, no need to be polite here. Friends of Yuran are my friends. Make yourself at home and have fun."

The cat she was petting seemed to grow a bit impatient from her touch, meowing twice and moving away from Bai Leyao’s hand, strutting off with a queenly gait. It jumped onto the piano, nestled down comfortably, and squinted its eyes.

Bai Leyao, feeling snubbed by the cat, was fuming, "Did I feed you for nothing, making you this fat?"

Yuran: "..."

Annan: "..."

After the commotion, the housekeeper came to cook, and everyone moved to the dining room. Bai Leyao rested her hands on the table, propping her chin with the back of her hand, and squinted at Yuran, "So, is acting fun?"

Yuran looked at her with interest, "What do you think?"

Bai Leyao shrugged her shoulders, "I couldn’t handle that kind of hardship. I’ll never dip my toes into the film and television industry in this lifetime. But speaking of which, I’m more curious about how brave you are to work with Bo Yan, the great film emperor."

"What do you mean by that?" How did working with Bo Yan turn into something so daunting?

Bai Leyao, "The fans of the great film emperor Bo Yan are so numerous and their fighting power is terribly frightening. There was once a ranking list; I don’t know if you’ve seen it."

Annan nodded repeatedly, "I’m a seasoned fan of the great film emperor Bo Yan. I don’t know about others, but I definitely have seen it."

Bai Leyao, "Ah, a confidant. I’m also a seasoned fan of the great film emperor Bo Yan. Then you know about that ultimate fan ranking from before, don’t you? The one where fans flaunted their educational qualifications. The fans of Bo Yan were in a league of their own, leaving the runner-up far behind."

Yuran was puzzled, clueless, utterly clueless.

Seeing her expression, both knew she knew nothing about it. Annan kindly enlightened her, "This happened about three years ago when many people said many of Bo Yan’s fans lacked manners and were mainly mad dogs. This angered Bo Yan quite a bit; he was tough as nails, directly confronting the media on his official Weibo, and the media was desperately scrambling to survive."

"The list was spontaneously created, with confidentiality when submitting graduation certificates. The official Weibo platform had the right to ensure secrecy and supervise authenticity. So, once big data crunched the numbers, damn, the fan community of Bo Yan became famous overnight."

Bai Leyao nodded vigorously at the side, "Yes, that year, the fans of Bo Yan could hold their heads high, their prestige beating many other fan communities. Except for underaged kids and casual fans, which made up 12%, a whopping 57% of his fans were master’s degree holders. Of course, Bo Yan himself has an impressive educational background, so there’s that, but yeah, it was very impressive."

Yuran’s mouth twitched, "Fans can be so boring, huh!"

"How can you call that boring?" Bai Leyao clicked her tongue and shook her head, "You have no idea how nasty those keyboard warriors were. They’d speak without any responsibility, never reflecting on how hurtful their words could be."