My Fortune-Blessed Leading Lady
Chapter 226: Xie Cheng is either being abused, or on his way to being abused

Chapter 226: Chapter 226: Xie Cheng is either being abused, or on his way to being abused

"Hehe..." Bo Yan laughed with pleasure, ignoring the bowls to pick up the girl and head towards the master bedroom.

Yuran was startled for a moment, wrapping her arms around his neck. Seeing the direction he was heading, her expression changed, "What are you doing?"

"What am I doing?" Bo Yan’s smile widened, "Baby, we’ve confessed our feelings, talked it out, and now I’m carrying you towards the bedroom. What do you think I want to ... do?"

The phrase ’do what’ was laden with unbridled lust.

Yuran was nervous, struggling to get down, "Qi Ge, you must not, I still, I still..."

Bo Yan, "Being young is no longer an excuse, you’re an adult now."

Yuran was speechless, "I haven’t graduated yet."

Bo Yan suddenly leaned in close, his thin lips sliding across the tip of her nose, "So, you mean, it’s okay after you graduate?"

Yuran: "..."

Don’t nitpick words.

"Hahaha..." Bo Yan’s trembling laughter echoed in Yuran’s ears. Suddenly she wasn’t nervous anymore. With her arms around his neck, she playfully teased back, "Yes, after graduation it’s okay."

Bo Yan’s Adam’s apple moved, and his voice turned several shades darker as he bit back hatefully, "...you just wait."

"Alright!"

Bo Yan had been anxious all night and hadn’t closed his eyes once. Now, relaxed and still cradling her in his arms, all the fatigue rushed over him. He was in the master bedroom, the air filled with a fragrant scent. His handsome face nuzzled the top of Yuran’s head, "I’m not going to the set today. I’ve asked for our leave. Stay with me for a nap, okay?"

Yuran was completely enveloped in his arms, her face buried in his neck. She murmured in agreement, "You sleep."

Neither had slept well, but now that they’d had their talk and everything was settled, Yuran relaxed as well. Coupled with Bo Yan’s presence, she quickly fell asleep, actually dozing off before Bo Yan did.

As the person in his arms breathed steadily, Bo Yan slightly opened his eyes and looked at her delicate features, silently smiling to himself: If my guess isn’t wrong, when were you planning to come clean with me?

Baby...

This sleep lasted until it was dark and stormy outside, and they were finally woken by the phone in the evening twilight. Yuran pushed against Bo Yan’s chest, her voice muffled, "So noisy..."

Bo Yan pulled her closer and reached for Yuran’s phone, blindly groping for it and putting it to his ear, "Hello..."

Annan: "..."

The voice was deep, magnetic, and husky with the remnants of sleep—a man’s voice.

Annan was shocked, quickly pulling the phone away from her ear to check. Yes, it was displaying Yuran’s number. Then who on Earth was answering the call right now!

No, wait, who else could be with Yuran?

The superstar Bo Yan?

Damn...

Not hearing a response from the other end of the line, Bo Yan spoke up again, "Who is this..."

Annan shivered for a moment, "Superstar Bo, I’m Yuran’s assistant Annan. When Yuran wakes up, please let her know to give me a call back."

"Okay, sure!"

After that, he hung up the phone, tossed it aside, and continued to sleep in his embrace.

Yuran was woken by hunger. When she came to, it was already past eight at night, with darkness outside only punctuated by the flashing neon lights. She felt a weight around her waist. Looking at the chest in front of her and then raising her gaze, Bo Yan was still asleep. His usually cold features were softened with a touch of warmth. She stared blankly for a moment, then her eyebrows relaxed as she began to smile.

After watching his face for a while, she thought to herself, yes, this person is now her boyfriend.

She carefully removed Bo Yan’s hand and got out of bed to leave the room.

...

Bo Yan was woken up unexpectedly. Subconsciously reaching for the person in his arms, he found nothing and instantly lost all desire to sleep. Not even bothering to put on shoes, he hurried out of the room until his eyes caught the busy figure in the kitchen. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief and, with a smile on his lips, walked over.

Yuran was still making soup and thought that Bo Yan would be waking up soon. She was about to turn around when she was suddenly embraced around the waist. She jumped, startled, and then heard Bo Yan ask, "What are you doing?"

His chin rested on her shoulder, and his breath tickled her skin.

Yuran did her best to ignore the ticklish sensation, pointing at her creation, "Pork rib and lotus root soup. The errand service I called before was very convenient. I’ve stocked the fridge with quite a few ingredients."

She turned to face Bo Yan, letting his hands stay wrapped around her waist, and tilted her face slightly, "Oh right, Seventh Brother, I forgot to tell you something."

"What?"

"Museli isn’t really suitable for me to live in right now. Qi Younian found a suitable place, and I was actually supposed to move out today..." Her voice trailed off as she remembered the phone call Annan had made to her not long ago, realizing how relieved she sounded when she found out it was Yuran answering the phone.

She recounted the events from beginning to end, not skimping on how clever she had been.

Bo Yan did not interrupt her, waiting for her to finish before drifting into thought. Yuran continued, "But Annan found out you were here with me and got a little scared. He didn’t dare to come over, so I’ll have to reschedule the move to another day. There’s enough food in the fridge to last a few days."

Bo Yan looked at her, amused, and asked somewhat pitifully, "Before that, there’s something else I’m more concerned about."

Yuran, puzzled, hummed an acknowledgment and looked at him, "What... what is it?"

Bo Yan leaned in close to her ear, his tone heated, "Baby, can my fingerprint work on the lock?"

Yuran’s face turned beet red in an instant, and after thinking about it carefully, she realized how naive she had been. She gave him a push, "You go set it up."

"I was afraid you wouldn’t agree, so I wanted to ask for your opinion first."

Yuran looked down uncomfortably and noticed his bare feet, "Why aren’t you wearing shoes? The floor is cold."

Following her gaze, Bo Yan looked down at his bare feet and shrugged nonchalantly, "It’s fine, the underfloor heating is on, it’s not cold. Since you agree, I’ll help myself then."

Yuran: "..."

It wasn’t until Bo Yan added his fingerprint to the lock that he really felt he had made it into her life. Two dishes and a soup were set on the table, and Yuran had prepared the bowls and chopsticks. He looked at the cozy dining table, smiled, and quietly sat down to wait for Yuran to serve him.

Yuran was a good cook, slightly less skilled than him, but it didn’t matter; he felt very satisfied as he ate.

...

The next day, they went their separate ways to the film set. Bo Yan arrived before Yuran. Seeing his mood, Xie Cheng walked over with a curious expression, "Looking at your spirits, let me guess, you and your Yuran made up?"

"Wrong."

Xie Cheng was puzzled—it should be correct. Nothing else would make him beam with joy like this, especially since this was someone who could win an acting award and still remain stoic.

He really couldn’t guess anything else.

Bo Yan glanced at him sideways, "If you’re so curious, do you really want to know?"

Xie Cheng, "...who wants to know? I’m just trying to calculate when you’ll next lose your temper."

Bo Yan, "Just say you’re jealous I have a girlfriend. I’ve despised you for more than a couple of days, why the shyness?"

Xie Cheng: "..."

Fuck...