My Fortune-Blessed Leading Lady
Chapter 223: The Sickness That Comes with Falling in Love

Chapter 223: Chapter 223: The Sickness That Comes with Falling in Love

After one take, without waiting for the makeup artist to touch up her makeup, she asked in a low voice, "Younian, you’ve been acting strange these days."

It seemed like he had put a slight distance between them.

But she didn’t voice this thought. Their relationship had always been Bo Yan passionately pursuing her, and she admitted she was moved by him. Yet their relationship wasn’t confirmed, so Bo Yan pulling away wasn’t strange, it was just that she felt somewhat uncomfortable about it.

Bo Yan pursed his lips, looked at the girl who was being modest and unassuming, and said as he opened his lips, "No, you’re overthinking it."

The setting was not quite right for a conversation; Bo Yan hurriedly finished speaking and turned to leave.

Yuran wanted to say something else, but seeing Bo Yan already turning to leave, her lips moved slightly as she felt a wave of bitterness rising in her throat.

Surrounded by makeup artists, she began to have her makeup touched up amidst their fussing, while the supporting actors got ready to start filming. The next scene was Tang Wan riding a bicycle, and it was also the first time Xuan Che was teaching her how to ride.

The days of youthful innocence, when they were naive and unaffected.

The atmosphere between these two seemed a bit off!

Xuan Ze sat behind the monitor, watching Yuran and Bo Yan, his eyes sweeping back and forth. It was completely different from when they were shooting in Marseille. How eagerly had Bo Yan been assisting back then?

Now, why does it feel so distant?

Could it be because of the aggressive paparazzi in the country? Not wanting Yuran to be associated with him in the trending searches, affecting her negatively? Thinking this way, he seemed to be able to accept it a little.

Xie Cheng handed Bo Yan a bottle of water, frowning as he said, "Your attitude towards Yuran is not right! You..."

Bo Yan, "What’s not right about it? Is this a good place to talk to her? What if it affects her negatively? I don’t care, but can you guarantee others won’t accuse her of social climbing or using me for hype and such?"

Xie Cheng: "..."

Yuran’s gaze followed Bo Yan. After her makeup was done, Annan brought her a bottle of water. She hadn’t even withdrawn her gaze when Annan waved her hand in front of her face, "What are you looking at? The great actor Bo Yan?"

"Yeah."

Annan placed her hand on her forehead, thrust the water into her hand, and glanced towards Bo Yan with equal bafflement, "I mean, what’s actually going on between you and the great actor Bo Yan? Back in Marseille, it always seemed like you two were dating, but once back in our country, it’s like you’ve become distant and indifferent. What’s really going on..."

Yuran chuckled without answering, opened the water and took a sip, "No particular relationship, just somewhat familiar with each other."

That wasn’t right.

Her emotions weren’t right either.

Annan, who was good at reading people’s expressions, saw that Yuran didn’t want to continue with this topic, so she simply shut her mouth. The filming schedule had been very intense recently, and the visible weariness on Yuran’s face was obvious. She leaned slightly back in her chair and told Annan, "I’m going to take a nap. Wake me up when it’s my turn to go on set."

"Sure, okay."

...

Yuran had thought these days Bo Yan was creating distance, the kind that meant he no longer wanted to interact with her. She rarely took the time to reflect if she had done something to upset him.

But after much thought, she couldn’t understand it.

After Annan brought her back home, Annan told her, "You need to move out tomorrow. Qi Younian has already found a new place."

"I know. Come pick me up early tomorrow; let Qi Younian handle the move."

Annan nodded, "Then get some good rest."

Lying in bed, Yuran kept thinking if Bo Yan no longer wanted to have anything to do with her, that was his freedom, but why did it have to hurt her so much?

Thinking too much, getting a bit annoyed, she closed her eyes, deciding not to think about anything. It was as if she had never gotten anything from him, but that damned man Bo Yan, stirring her up for so long without any intentions, what was he thinking?

It drove her to irritation and confusion.

The various past incidents with Bo Yan were flashing through her mind like scenes from a movie, one by one. The more she thought about them, the more she couldn’t bear to, and the angrier she got.

Lying in bed unable to sleep, she actually went out boredly, stood in front of the keypad lock, fidgeted with her phone, and deleted Bo Yan’s fingerprint. She also changed the password. She had lost her keys before, so she had changed the lock. Later on, when things were messy between her and Bo Yan, he added his fingerprint himself.

But now, since they were about to sever ties, naturally there was no need to keep his fingerprint.

After tinkering for a while, she felt somewhat relieved and finally turned around to go back to sleep.

In her heart, she thought, if it’s bad, then let it be bad!

Now that Bo Yan had cleared things up with her, it was for the better, so she wouldn’t get stuck and be unable to get out later. But she was already stuck.

The more Yuran thought about it, the sadder and more pitiful she felt, then she cursed Bo Yan and fell asleep. She didn’t know if she had cried or not; she only knew her eyes were strangely painful.

In a daze, she was awakened by a phone call. In the darkness, she couldn’t open her eyes and could only grope blindly before answering.

Immediately, Bo Yan’s deep voice came through her ear, "Open the door."

"I won’t open it. Get lost."

She had fallen asleep exhausted and was completely groggy; she didn’t even realize who was calling. Annoyed by the disturbance, she cursed as soon as she opened her mouth. Once she finished, she was fully awake.

On the other end of the phone, Bo Yan chuckled lightly with a "pu-chi." "Not awake yet?"

Now, she was completely alert. She pulled on the bedside lamp and sat up, rubbing her eyes, and said coldly, "What are you here for?"

Hearing her tone, Bo Yan sensed danger and his survival instinct kicked in strong, "Baby, open the door for me."

"Get lost, don’t call me baby."

Bo Yan laughed softly, not angry at all, and hummed, "Baby, then why are you mad? Tell me what I need to change, or if I’ve offended you without realizing it. Please, just tell me. I’m begging you."

Yuran’s face reddened with anger, angry at Bo Yan’s shamelessness, that he could so nonchalantly ignore her and then flirt with her. In his eyes, was she really so temperless?

That’s unreasonable.

Yuran didn’t speak, and Bo Yan started to self-reflect, "Honey, just open the door for me. I promise I won’t fight back or talk back. I’ll lay down and let you bully me, alright?"

"Bo Yan..."

All of a sudden, Yuran spoke with a voice full of exhaustion, and her eyes immediately reddened, her voice trembling somewhat.

Bo Yan’s hand, which was pinching his fingers, jerked, full of chaos and a fleeting yet profound worry. He wanted to continue to appease her without any dignity, but facing Yuran like this, he didn’t dare to speak. He was afraid that saying one more word would be wrong.

Moreover, Yuran had never called him like this before, making his heart feel as if it was fiercely gripped by something, unable to break free, suffocating incessantly.

"Ran..." He hadn’t even finished pronouncing the second ’Ran’ when he heard Yuran’s voice through the receiver, sounding congested and nasal, as if she had cried.

He felt uncomfortable, and his eyebrows were tightly knotted.

Yuran said, "Bo Yan, you say you like me, but in your heart, am I like a cat to you? That you amuse yourself with me when you like me, and when you forget, you leave me aside to air out for a few days?"

Bo Yan felt wronged, very wronged, incredibly wronged.

"I didn’t..."

"No, you did."