My Fortune-Blessed Leading Lady
Chapter 228: Met, Wanted, Then Understood

Chapter 228: Chapter 228: Met, Wanted, Then Understood

Yuran’s face turned crimson as she glared at him, pretending to be angry. Bo Yan’s elegant brows lifted; his thumb was still grinding against her rosy lips. "Baby, when you look at me like that, do you still want me to kiss you until you can’t breathe?"

Yuran, looking at Bo Yan, couldn’t believe it and tiptoed to kiss the corner of his lips, "Seventh Brother, you should think carefully, if you’re dating me now and coming up with different ways to make me happy.

Later, it will be very, very hard for you to make me happy. Are you sure, you want to date me like this?"

Without hesitation, Bo Yan nodded, "Of course I do."

Yuran touched his face, somewhat amused and with a tender look, "I never knew that the great movie star Bo could be so sweet when dating. Seventh Brother, thank you."

Hearing this, Bo Yan gave a faint smile, caressed her soft cheek, and leaned in to kiss the corner of her lips again, "No need to be polite, because you’re worth it, haven’t I said so?"

Yuran nodded and said no more.

Before leaving, Bo Yan grabbed her wrist, which held nothing, "When are we going to tell mom about us?"

"Godmother?" Yuran looked at Bo Yan, somewhat unsure, her eyes as clear as a cat’s.

Bo Yan hummed a response, "Who else?"

Yuran, "I’m not ready yet."

She wasn’t really Yuran, having previously accepted godmother’s various kindnesses, she felt very guilty. Now she was going to - it was simply...

Seeing the girl with her head down, Bo Yan stretched his arm around her, pulling her into his embrace, his smile unabated, "Baby, do you know how happy my mother would be to know I’m with you?

Probably, she would have me take you to register for marriage tomorrow, that kind of happy."

Yuran didn’t doubt it at all and laughed while buried in his chest, "What are you so smug about?"

"My mother is open-minded, which saves me a lot of trouble."

Yuran: "..."

Seeing she didn’t want to continue the topic, Bo Yan didn’t press further, leaving her with as much space as possible, "Alright, let’s not talk about this for now. Are you confident for the audition for ’Emperor Shun of Tang’?"

Holding the young girl’s shoulders, he leaned forward slightly to meet her eyes, his own sparkling with affirmation. Yuran paused, then nodded, "I want to act with you, but it seems there’s a conflict."

"Academics?"

He didn’t even need to ask to know where her dilemma lay. Yuran nodded, troubled, "I really like Xie Qingcheng, but I’ve also told Qi Younian before that if I had to choose between the two, I would choose my studies."

"Not surprised." Confident in his understanding of her, Bo Yan said, "No problem, I’ll coordinate, okay?"

"Really?"

"Yes, the entire funding for ’Emperor Shun of Tang’ is invested by Diyang. It’s a good script; there’s never a bad time for a good script, it just means the release might be delayed slightly, but that doesn’t matter."

Moreover, a drama starring Bo Yan would not be anything less than stellar.

The moment Yuran’s rationality slipped just a bit from her mind, she pulled it back, shaking her head at him, "There’s no need for that. Your reputation was hard-earned, you don’t need to go this far for me. There will be other scripts in the future, you..."

Bo Yan ruffled her hair, doting and amused, "I can afford you, come on, it’s almost time to go."

"Eh?"

Was the topic over just like that?

Yuran was confused but mechanically nodded and let him lead her out the door.

...

On the way to Y International Hotel, Annan couldn’t help but ask through the rearview mirror when he saw the person in the backseat lost in thought, "Ever since you got in the car, you’ve seemed distracted. What are you thinking about?"

Yuran shook her head, "No, just thinking about what Bo Yan said to me."

Annan took a deep breath, "Your romance with the great actor Bo Yan should not be revealed while your fame has not fully unfolded. Even if your reputation does grow, it won’t necessarily bring any benefit, unless it becomes as big as Bo Yan’s, with you bringing home countless Best Actress trophies.

By the way, the great actor Bo Yan called me yesterday."

Yuran looked at her in astonishment, waiting for her to continue. Annan, speechless, "Didn’t Bo Yan tell you?"

Yuran shook her head, "What did Bo Yan say to you?"

Annan helplessly massaged her temples, "The great actor Bo Yan said that there’s no need to look for a place for you to live, you’ll be staying with him at the Platinum Imperial Palace. Qi Younian and I discussed it and felt that it truly is one of the best places to live in all of Diyang.

Qi Younian thought it was a great idea, so he dismissed the house we found for you and told you to live with the great actor Bo Yan."

Yuran, "What kind of benefits did Bo Yan give you two to sell me out so easily?"

Annan chuckled, "What’s the difference between your current living arrangement with Bo Yan and moving into the Platinum Imperial Palace together? You’re in love, sharing a bed. At this age, is there really any difference?"

"Qi Younian must have taught you the art of speaking."

Annan, "..."

Yuran, "..."

...

On the other hand, Bo Yan had arrived at the Y International Hotel before Yuran, meeting Lin Zhan ahead of time. The lively old man eyed him with suspicion, "Be honest with me, what’s your angle? What’s your purpose?"

Lin Zhan, who Bo Yan hadn’t seen in a long while, scrutinized him thoroughly, not missing any expression on Bo Yan’s face. Bo Yan looked at Director Lin with a smile, "Future wife."

Lin Zhan was astonished; was the thousand-year-old tree about to blossom? "Who?"

Today, there were three young ladies auditioning, and he was uncertain which one Bo Yan fancied. After all, this guy had no rumors about him in the industry, a scandal-free individual.

So indifferent.

Even if the young ladies liked him, they wouldn’t shamelessly approach him. He was too inarticulate, with a cold aura.

He could instantly infuriate someone with his comments if he didn’t like them.

"Yuran."

In Director Lin’s hand were the resumes of the three young ladies, with Yuran as the least experienced among them.

In the photo, Yuran’s face was rosy and her teeth white; her features were delicate, her eyes glittering, like a galaxy brimming with stars, instantly endearing to anyone who saw her. Lin Zhan looked at Yuran’s resume, then raised his eyes to Bo Yan.

He exclaimed, "The two of you don’t seem to be from the same world."

Bo Yan, "Would someone from the same world captivate me so utterly?"

Lin Zhan looked at him incredulously, with his honest expression, "Seriously?"

Bo Yan nodded, a smile lingering on his face, "It couldn’t be truer. There is no next one, only her, and it can only be her."

Lin Zhan rubbed his arms, "Spare a thought for the elderly, I can’t handle such shocks."

Seeing Bo Yan so warm and radiant was rare; he seemed to glow because of one person, his feelings completely devoted to her. Lin Zhan found it quite extraordinary.

"How did you suddenly come to your senses?"

Bo Yan, "I met her, wanted her, so I came to my senses."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk..." Lin Zhan couldn’t help but sigh, "The girl you have your sights set on is really unfortunate."