My Fortune-Blessed Leading Lady
Chapter 224: He is Bo Yan

Chapter 224: Chapter 224: He is Bo Yan

Bo Yan knew her emotions were a bit off now, so he coaxed, "I can’t see your face while talking, I don’t know if I’m saying the right things, so would you open the door for me, and we talk face to face, please?"

Silence.

Bo Yan sighed, his voice very soft, "Baby, it’s my fault for not considering everything thoroughly. I’ve never been in a relationship, I’m still learning, so forgive me this once, okay?"

Yuran still didn’t speak.

Bo Yan simply turned around, his back against the door, "Still don’t want to open the door?"

He wasn’t angry, but still trying to please her, almost like mumbling sweet nothings.

Yuran reflected on her own off mood, but she really wasn’t in the mood to spar with him. She was tired, emotionally more exhausted than physically, which made her feel on the verge of breaking down, "Bo Yan, don’t stand there anymore, leave, I don’t want to see you tonight."

It felt very meaningless.

She wasn’t truly angry because Bo Yan hadn’t contacted her these past days, or sent a single message, but was hurt by Bo Yan’s attitude on the set, which wasn’t the case in Marseille before.

This gave her the illusion, could it be that for Bo Yan, it was okay to flirt and frolic abroad, but necessary to maintain a distance domestically?

If that was the case, it seemed there wasn’t much wrong with it, as long as he had told her, she would have agreed.

But Bo Yan had said nothing, just left her hanging there.

She was angry, perhaps because she had let Bo Yan get close, and she had opened her heart.

But now...

She needed to reassess.

Yuran’s tone was very faint, so devoid of any emotion that Bo Yan’s hand, holding the phone, trembled, even less willing to leave. In the current situation, he was certain that once he left, everything before would be overturned.

With great difficulty, with such difficulty...

How could he be willing?

"Baby, if you don’t want to see me tonight, then I’ll wait here till tomorrow. You go to sleep, and we can see each other first thing in the morning, okay?"

"Bo Yan, can’t you understand human speech? I don’t want to see you tonight, or tomorrow... I’m not a dog you keep."

"Yuran..." Bo Yan shouted, his tone still slowed, "Ranran, then am I the dog you keep? Can I just stay at your doorstep, please?"

"You..."

Yuran was indescribably shocked, at a loss for words. Was she really supposed to go to sleep now? How could she possibly sleep?

Bo Yan had come over this evening, indeed to explain the day’s events, but he hadn’t expected that when it came to opening the door, he utterly couldn’t do it. The apartment was like Yuran’s own little territory, where he used to come and go freely; now he didn’t even have the eligibility to enter.

How could he not be nervous?

He had rushed to call Yuran, leading to the current scenario.

Bo Yan had always been willful, not easily liking someone.

"Baby, stop it, open the door for me, don’t torture me anymore. It’s not easy for me to like someone, okay? If you have any dissatisfaction or doubts, tell me face to face, whatever you want me to change, I will agree, so please, don’t do this. Being so close yet rejecting me entirely, okay?"

Bo Yan’s voice grew softer and more aggrieved as he spoke. Yuran felt miserable inside but was conflicted and didn’t speak, just hung up the phone directly.

Looking at his phone, Bo Yan sighed.

Then his brows relaxed, and he smiled, "This little girl, she really has a temper."

The great actor Bo Yan crouched down, waiting at Yuran’s doorstep.

...

After lying down, Yuran couldn’t fall asleep at all, thinking that Bo Yan wasn’t a fool and would leave if he didn’t hear from her, but then she wondered, what if he was fool enough not to leave? Her experience with Bo Yan’s stubbornness was not new.

She felt as if she was being tormented and roasted on a fire, tossing and turning as time slowly passed, and before she knew it, it was four in the morning.

She still hadn’t fallen asleep.

Wearing a coat, she walked to the entrance and looked through the peephole. Seeing no one outside, she felt a sense of loss and self-mockery, "What were you expecting? Really expected Bo Yan to be waiting here for you?"

She laughed at herself mockingly and turned back to sleep.

Strictly speaking, she had been insomniac all night. At quarter past six in the morning, she received a call from Xie Cheng. She didn’t want to answer, fearing something was wrong, but she picked up, "Brother Xie Cheng..."

Xie Cheng, "Why do you sound like that? Right, Yuran, is Bo Yan there? He went out last night and hasn’t returned yet!"

A sense of dread hit Yuran, "He was here, but then he left."

"He left?" Xie Cheng sounded puzzled, "Did he tell you where he was going?"

"No!"

Xie Cheng, "This bastard, still hasn’t returned. Alright, call him for me, and let me know if there’s any news. His phone is unreachable, and no one knows where he’s gone."

After hanging up with Xie Cheng, Yuran, too anxious to even put on her slippers, rushed out to open the main door, finding Bo Yan standing straight in the corridor next to the door, perfectly dressed, his eyes bloodshot, deep and startled for a moment, then his gaze shifted from her face to her feet, seeing her bare feet on the ground, he frowned, took a step forward, scooped Yuran’s legs, and carried her.

"Where are your slippers?"

Yuran was still somewhat dazed; she hadn’t snapped out of the shock from opening the door and seeing Bo Yan.

Whatever Bo Yan was saying, she wasn’t really listening until he carried her back and set her on the sofa. When Bo Yan went into the room to find slippers and was kneeling down to put them on her, her focus finally sharpened a bit, staring at the top of his head and asking in a hoarse voice, "You didn’t leave, huh!"

Bo Yan, amused, putting on her other slipper, "My treasure didn’t open the door for me. Where could I go?"

After putting on the slippers, he didn’t get up, still kneeling and looking directly at Yuran. Yuran stared into his eyes, trembled, and wanted to look away, but Bo Yan held her chin, preventing her from turning her head.

Bo Yan took off his mask, looking at her, "Could you forgive me a little? Ranran, let me explain. This isn’t some heart-wrenching strategy or me wanting your pity. I just want to prove that no one can make me, Bo Yan, do anything reluctantly, but suffering to amuse you is something I willingly endure.

If you think I still don’t have the right to step into this door, I can step out now and continue standing. Just tell me not to come in."

Yuran stared at him, suddenly feeling sad, and tears fell, Bo Yan, in a panic, reached out to wipe her face, "Don’t cry. Don’t you want to see me? If so, I’ll leave right now, is that okay?"

Bo Yan was serious with his words. He never wanted to use any schemes on Yuran, except for planning to make her his own. As for other plans to make Yuran concede and submit to him through schemes, he never considered them.

Yuran just felt that, in her past life, in front of everyone, she had lived as someone capable of anything, unable to cry, act willfully, or even throw tantrums.

But Bo Yan.

He gave her all the rights she could have, never got angry with her, was indulgent, pampering, allowing her to do as she pleased.

He was, after all, Bo Yan!