My Fortune-Blessed Leading Lady
Chapter 225: What Does This Approval Mean?

Chapter 225: Chapter 225: What Does This Approval Mean?

"Stop crying, okay? I’ll go out now, and when you feel ready to see me, let’s talk it out properly, all right?" Bo Yan sighed, his heart ached for her, and he stood up as he spoke.

But Yuran suddenly reached out and grabbed his arm. Bo Yan looked down in confusion, gazing at her with a serious face, "What’s wrong?"

Yuran casually wiped away her tears and looked at Bo Yan, "Kneel down."

Bo Yan did as if he were a puppet on her strings, resuming his half-kneeling position to meet her gaze, his eyes full of confusion, not daring to guess more.

The more he guessed, the more he erred.

He was still a man carrying his guilt.

With a knife hanging over his neck, he simply couldn’t relax.

Yuran stared at him for a while, seeing the dense red blood vessels in his eyes only made her feel more distressed. She moved her foot slightly and then her whole body lunged onto Bo Yan, wrapping her arms around his neck. Bo Yan was caught off guard, staggered by the impact, and fell backward onto the carpet, while Yuran was held securely in his arms.

Yuran’s voice was muffled as it reached his ear, "I’m sorry."

Bo Yan tightened his grip on her, full of smiles, "It’s okay. From the beginning to the end, I never blamed you. Miss Yuran, can I borrow a word from you?"

"Granted."

"Hehe... Thank you."

Bo Yan got up holding her, placed her on his lap, and nestled into the sofa with Yuran in his arms. It was then that he felt the agony of a night’s distress lighten slightly. His chin rested on top of Yuran’s head, and he asked in a tender voice.

"Were you angry yesterday? Can you tell me what was bothering you?"

Yuran was silent, her face buried in his neck, not wanting to speak. Bo Yan didn’t press her and changed the subject, "Shall I make breakfast? Eat first, and then we can talk, okay?"

"Okay!"

...

Yuran was carried by him to the bathroom. He squeezed toothpaste for her and reminded her several times before he left.

Looking at herself in the mirror, Yuran felt she was hateful. To be honest, she was torturing him with her own insecurities and Bo Yan’s indulgence. Was Bo Yan’s action at the film set yesterday really that incomprehensible to her?

No, she understood it very well.

She asked Bo Yan to wait for her, but was uncertain whether she could stand by his side on the same ground. Then she found fault with him, feeling justified any time Bo Yan showed a hint of temper.

Bo Yan and she were simply not suitable for each other.

She hadn’t expected that Bo Yan could go to such lengths for her.

Yuran, you’re really pathetic.

...

While Yuran was freshening up, Bo Yan made two phone calls, one to Xuan Ze and another to Xie Cheng. When Xie Cheng heard he was at Yuran’s place, he couldn’t believe it, "I called Yuran just now, and she said you weren’t there."

"Went out to buy some stuff; she woke up and didn’t see me."

Xie Cheng, "Alright, are you two okay then?"

Bo Yan, "What could be wrong with us? I’m taking a day off from the set today, Yuran has also taken a leave."

Xie Cheng, "Still saying there’s nothing wrong. Fine, I’ll handle it. You... forget it, I got it."

"Mhm."

Bo Yan stared at his phone, about to hang up when his waist was held by Yuran from behind. The pot with the boiling noodles and the one with the fried eggs was beside it. He was startled, glanced sideways at her, and patted the hand placed on his waist.

"It’ll be ready soon, go wait in the dining room."

Yuran shook her head, "Gege, I’m sorry."

Bo Yan laughed, "What fault do you have? It’s all my fault. Be good, go and wait."

"I’ll stay with you!" Yuran insisted, "I already saw through the peephole last night, I..."

She wanted to say she hadn’t planned to leave him outside for so long. Bo Yan understood her meaning and interrupted her, "Blame me, yeah, at that time I didn’t know my baby would come to open the door for me, so I crouched down."

Yuran felt a sourness in her eyes, "Bo Yan, you actually know what’s on my mind, don’t you!"

"I know," Bo Yan answered, then laughed, "So what? I like you, that’s my decision, and of course you can test me."

"It’s not about testing." Yuran couldn’t articulate her thoughts for a while, and didn’t really want to delve into this matter, so after saying just that, she fell silent.

Bo Yan turned off the stove, took her hand, turned around, and embraced her completely within his arms, his voice deep and husky, "I have a bad temper, not exactly a good personality, heh... but somehow, in front of you, my temper seems quite good, and my personality not so bad. Thank you for saving me."

Yuran: "..."

Bo Yan, ruffling her hair, looked at her bewildered expression, chuckled softly, leaned down to give a kiss on the corner of her lips, "Go wait outside first, I’ll be ready soon, okay?"

Yuran sat in front of the dining table for a few minutes when Bo Yan came out with two bowls of noodles. Seeing that he had no intention of sitting down, she looked over puzzled, and Bo Yan smiled, "I’m going to freshen up."

A few minutes later, the two were sitting face to face.

Bo Yan looked at her eating little by little, his eyes smiling, "Ranran, are you still angry?"

Yuran shook her head, "No... I’m not." How could anyone stay mad with Bo Yan’s good temper? If anything, the guilt grew deeper, leaving her unsure of what to do.

"Shall we talk about it?" Bo Yan asked tentatively, ready to drop the topic immediately if he saw even a hint of reluctance on Yuran’s face.

Yuran showed no resistance, nodding her head.

Bo Yan smiled, "Does liking me make you feel inferior? Then I’m inferior too, worried that you might not like me, and that makes me pretty insecure.

I’ve never been in love before, never really liked anyone.

You’re the first, and hopefully the last.

Before I liked you, I didn’t think too much about my life, but now, I hope that every frame of my life includes you."

Yuran, taken aback, lifted her gaze to Bo Yan’s earnest face, her emotions swirling, stiff with uncertainty.

"You know I was just looking for trouble, trying to find an excuse to push you away, Xie Cheng, you actually understand everything, so why do you still..."

"You’re worth it."

Bo Yan’s assertive interruption silenced Yuran.

Looking at her dazed little face, he smiled, "You don’t have to do anything, just be willing to take a step towards me, and I will take the rest. Is that okay? Continue to like me."

Yuran looked away, fighting back her tears. After a long while, she turned her gaze back to Bo Yan.

Bo Yan didn’t rush her, just waited for her.

Yuran nodded at him.

"Okay..."

They both clearly understood what this "okay" signified.

If before it was Bo Yan relentlessly pursuing, then this acknowledgement was her response to him.

Bo Yan’s smile grew even more brilliant, an indescribable excitement coursing through his eyes, his hand on the table trembling slightly.

"Ranran, I’m asking you once, and you only have this chance, do you know what this represents?"

Yuran nodded, "I know."