My Fortune-Blessed Leading Lady
Chapter 227: Refueling Kiss

Chapter 227: Chapter 227: Refueling Kiss

Several people in the crew have noticed that the emotional exchanges between Bo Yan and Yuran seemed different somehow. It’s hard to pinpoint exactly what changed, but there’s a sense that they’ve become more in sync with each other.

For Xuan Ze, this was naturally a good thing. His parents already had an unspoken understanding, and the closer these two became, the more tension there would be in the filming.

Bo Yan paid close attention to the details when acting with Yuran, occasionally deliberately setting up small physical gestures for Yuran to unwittingly reveal.

Once he confirmed a certain detail, Bo Yan’s smile widened, and the smile didn’t fade even after he was off set.

Xie Cheng followed behind him, sensing his abnormal behavior over time, and asked exasperatedly, "Bo Yan, do you realize how strange you’ve been acting lately?"

"What’s strange about me?"

Xie Cheng, "Let’s not even start with why you’re so interested in Fu Yuran. Let’s discuss your frequency of NGs during acting—which is unprecedented. Xuan Ze has already asked me more than once if you’ve been switched with someone else.

Actually, I want to know too. In scenes with Yuran, she acts better than you, and you call yourself an actor. Aren’t you embarrassed?"

Bo Yan, "My talent was exhausted in the previous years and is now dormant, okay?"

Xie Cheng: "... Anyway, I don’t care, you need to show your true capabilities."

"To continue acting in the face of Yuran, you should be grateful and full of thanks, isn’t that right? Do you think about acting all day when you’re with the person you like?"

Xie Cheng, "Damn it, is this even something I need to worry about? You’re a professional actor, and I hope you show a professional attitude. Don’t get stuck just because you see your little friend; if she’s yours, she won’t run away. Do you need to keep an eye on her all the time?"

"Yes, I do!"

Xie Cheng coughed up blood, unable to continue.

Bo Yan, "The thing with Yuran and me officially starting our relationship only happened yesterday. People are spirited when celebrating happy events; have you forgotten the wisdom of our ancestors?"

Impossible to continue this conversation.

Wait a minute...

Xie Cheng stepped in front of him, looked down at Bo Yan incredulously, and said, "You only officially started dating Yuran yesterday? Then what were you two before that?"

Looking straight ahead, Bo Yan said unabashedly, "Of course, that was my trial period. The trial ended yesterday, and I’m official now. Any doubts?"

Watching him assert himself so confidently, Xie Cheng struggled to hold back his laughter, shaking his head, "No, absolutely not..."

Bo Yan, "Don’t think I don’t know you’re mocking me. Go ahead and laugh if you want. Am I scared of your laughter? Usually, people laugh at what they don’t have themselves. You are really pitiable."

Xie Cheng: "... Fuck... Bo Yan, are you poisonous?"

Allowed to laugh, yet he sharply steps on a sore spot, truly shameless.

Xie Cheng turned and walked away.

He opened the "Run till Legs Break" group chat, blabbering like a loudspeaker.

[Xie Cheng: Bros, bros, big news, big news, fifty cents a piece, don’t fall for scams or be fooled, Bo Yan’s earth-shattering news, who wants to know? Anyone? Anyone?]

[Qi Feng: You’ve been hacked @Xie Cheng.]

[Situ Jue: You’ve been hacked @Xie Cheng.]

[Gao Can: Same +10086 @Xie Cheng, you’ve got guts, making a ruckus in the group chat, openly mocking Bo Yan, aren’t you afraid of being picked up by him and whipped post-mortem? Tsk tsk... Have you been hanging around Bo Yan for so long that you’ve forgotten how ruthless he is?]

[Qi Feng: Can Gao Can shut up? Go suck up elsewhere, Bo Yan isn’t in our group.]

[Gao Can: You’re blind, check the group members yourself.]

[Qi Feng: I didn’t say anything just now, I’ve retracted it.]

[...]

Instantly, the group chat was quiet as chickens. Within two minutes, all retractable messages were withdrawn.

The chat group was spotless.

When Xie Cheng looked up at Bo Yan, he saw a deep and inscrutable smile. He shivered, looked away, and thought, "Crap, crap, crap... I’m dead, I’m so dead."

...

On February 1st in the morning, Yuran was off to audition for the role of Xie Qingcheng in "Emperor Shun of Tang".

Bo Yan got up earlier and prepared a Western-style breakfast for her. She finished washing up just in time to eat it. As Bo Yan sat down opposite her, he asked, "Is it good?"

Yuran was generous with her praise, "Not bad at all, big brother Seven, if you quit acting, you could open a restaurant. I guarantee the business would be booming. No, scratch that, a perfect man like you belongs at home as a chef."

Bo Yan laughed, "You really have some imagination."

Yuran sneered playfully, feeling proud and sly, "Don’t you want to cook for me?"

"How could I not?" Bo Yan raised his eyebrows, his eyes dark and profound, "Baby, considering how devotedly I take care of you, don’t I deserve some sort of reward?"

"Like what?"

"For instance, us living together and such."

Yuran pretended not to understand, "Haven’t we been living together all this time?"

"To be clear, sharing a bed," Bo Yan said straightforwardly. He’d thought that once their relationship was confirmed, they’d be able to sleep together. His sleep quality had always been poor, but sleeping with Yuran was unexpectedly good.

But he couldn’t use that as a reason to make Yuran sleep with him, could he?

He fervently hoped that after that day’s beginning, it wouldn’t be hard to continue. However, reality slapped him hard; the next day his baby made him sleep alone, not sharing the bed with him at all.

Even though he promised over and over again that he wouldn’t do anything, he couldn’t persuade her.

If he didn’t take this opportunity to state his case, he’d be a fool.

To be strict, he voiced his opinion daily, but it was rejected just as often.

No worries, he’d keep at it.

Maybe she’d agree just to stop the annoyance?

It wasn’t out of the question.

After going back and forth for a while, Bo Yan felt deflated, thinking, "When did I become so pathetic, unable to say the tough words to her face? It really is..."

The more he thought about it, the less he wanted to think.

He changed the subject, "Who’s picking you up for the audition?"

Yuran was drinking milk when she heard him. She grabbed a napkin to wipe her mouth and answered, "Annan, I guess. Qi Younian has always been training her to handle my affairs independently, to become a qualified agent."

Bo Yan seemingly asked casually, "How’s your collaboration with Qi Younian going?" In reality, jealousy was practically smoking out of him, and a hint of flicker was in his gaze.

Yuran picked up a slight edge in his voice, but when she looked up, she saw his face looking as normal as ever. The words she wanted to say were stuck in her throat, feeling there was no need to say them; he probably didn’t want to hear them anyway. She decided to tell him only what mattered.

"Things are slowly getting on track. Qi Younian is capable, and I don’t have to put in much effort on my side."

"That’s good."

"Big brother Seven, I’m done eating. I’m heading out then."

"Be careful on the road." He walked her to the door, leaning in to steal a kiss. Yuran tiptoed to kiss his forehead but ended up being sneakily locked into a kiss on the lips.

Yuran: "...you..."

He placed his hands on her face, pressing down to swallow any words she tried to speak, grinding her lips until they were red and swollen. Only then did he let go, "Go out there and kill it with that audition kiss."

You shameless thing.