My Fortune-Blessed Leading Lady
Chapter 235: I Feel Sorry for Myself

Chapter 235: Chapter 235: I Feel Sorry for Myself

Xie Cheng was busy feeling sorrowful and painting fans, yet Bo Yan’s eyes widened when Yuran mentioned how anyone could pursue a superstar like him.

"Come on, let’s have a serious talk." Bo Yan regained his focus, straightened Yuran’s body to find a comfortable position, hugged her, and rested his chin on her head. "Before someone actually catches us, I’ll try to keep our relationship as hidden as possible, but once we’re caught, should we just admit it?"

"Yes!" Yuran nodded in agreement without almost any hesitation.

Bo Yan smiled cheerfully, "Won’t you consider it for a moment?"

Yuran thought seriously, then shook her head, "Honestly, I feel hiding a relationship might make it seem more like a publicity stunt. I’m not worried about my popularity dropping—I don’t have popularity. With your status, you shouldn’t worry about the impact on your popularity either.

As for cyberbullying, I think only the opinions of people who matter to me can hurt me. As for strangers I don’t know and who are who knows how far away, if I got upset over these people, wouldn’t life be too exhausting?

My time is so short; even dating you feels barely enough. I have to work and study, too; I don’t have the time to care about people who are irrelevant."

Bo Yan’s pupils contracted slightly as he chuckled. He had not expected to hear such words from Yuran.

Xie Cheng was the most shocked, though he was compelled by Bo Yan’s influence to change his view of Yuran. Deep down, he still harbored some disdain, but the more he interacted with Yuran,

the ingrained perceptions gradually uprooted themselves from his mind.

Laying a new understanding.

Especially considering her age, just entering the circle during the peak of expectation, she knew before becoming an artist how detrimental a revealed romance could be to her career. He hadn’t expected her to say this.

He slightly raised his eyebrows, subtly impressed.

Indeed, the sugar-roasted chestnuts were not bought; Xie Cheng, however, was quite embarrassingly squeezed by the crowd.

When he got into the car, Yuran looked at him apologetically, "Xie Cheng, thank you; sorry about that."

Xie Cheng waved his hand, "The one tormenting me wasn’t you. Why don’t you have the great movie star Bo apologize to me?"

Yuran: "...." Taking it too far?

Bo Yan chuckled, "Let’s drive..."

Xie Cheng touched his nose, "... stingy."

...

The old mansion of the Bo Family.

"Madam, the news says Xiaoqi had a kissing scene, and the girl Xiaoqi kissed is the one he likes, the fans online are saying so," Mrs. Bo said quite bored at home, tending to her flowers and plants, the housemaid ran out with a tablet and steadily handed it to her.

Mrs. Bo continued with her work on a blooming orchid.

"Humph... he is destined only to be a monk in this lifetime."

The housemaid: "... But madam, he really did shoot a kissing scene, apparently leaked by a crew member."

While speaking, she pushed the tablet closer; on the screen, the words "SHOCKING" were bolded, catching Mrs. Bo’s eye. She frowned, "Always starting with ’shocking’; today’s media is toxic, always using big fonts to attract attention.

If they could actually shoot my monk son embracing a girl offscreen, then I’d truly thank the newspaper."

The housemaid: "..."

Mrs. Bo looked briefly at the short news piece, no pictures attached, and pouted, somewhat disappointed, "Xiaoli, do you think my Xiaoqi is handsome?"

The housemaid, a middle-aged woman in her forties, had not been at the old mansion long and had only seen Bo Yan a few times. Yet, his appearance was one in a million, so she nodded, "Handsome..."

Mrs. Bo sighed, "What’s the use of being handsome? Can’t even find a wife. Truly a noble bachelor dog destined to stay that way with a dog."

Nanny: "..." So poisonous of mouth.

Mrs. Bo, "I’m not asking for much, I don’t even mind his sexual orientation anymore, just bring someone home, male or female. He hasn’t brought anyone back for years, not considering how I raised him. It’s infuriating."

My baby is perfect in every way; how can her son not see that?

Blind.

She handed the tablet back to the nanny and, feeling annoyed, continued fussing with the orchids. "Xiaoli, get my phone. I want to call my baby to ask her to join me for a midnight snack. Since I can’t rely on my son, I can only hope that my baby will bring someone home."

The nanny hurried back to the house and quickly retrieved Mrs. Bo’s phone.

As it happened, just as she got the phone, Yuran called. The gloom in Mrs. Bo’s heart dissipated instantly. She answered the phone, her mood excellent. "Baby."

"Godmother, have you rested?"

"Not yet, not yet. It’s still early, only ten thirty. Baby, is there something you need?"

"Godmother, I bought some late-night snacks and was just checking if you were asleep. If not, I can come over and we can eat together. It’s really tasty, spicy hot pot." From the other end of the phone, the cheerful laugh of the cheeky girl was heard, sounding very delightful.

Mrs. Bo already liked her very much; how could she disagree? She nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, I’m also a bit hungry. I’ll wait at home for you. Is it safe for you to come over? Who is bringing you? Do you need me to send someone to pick you up?"

"Godmother, no need, I’m with Brother Seven."

Mrs. Bo frowned, "What is he doing here? Is he bullying you again?"

"No, no, no... Godmother, please ask Sister Li to make me some juice. I’ll drink it when I get back there."

"Alright."

After hanging up, Mrs. Bo happily instructed the nanny to prepare the juice, even specifying a few types of fruit that Yuran loved, and added, "Xiaoli, add some yogurt as well; baby loves it."

"Yes, Mrs. Bo."

Speaking of which, Yuran seemed more like her own child.

While Brother Seven seemed like he was picked up from somewhere.

In the nanny car driving to the old mansion, because Yuran had used speakerphone earlier, Bo Yan heard everything his mother said quite clearly. He scoffed, a smile that wasn’t quite a smile appeared as he looked at Yuran, "Baby..."

Xie Cheng felt his skin crawl. Baby, baby?

Holy shit!

What kind of toxic nickname is that?

It would have been fine if they used it privately, but in front of others, Yuran felt embarrassed and quickly covered Bo Yan’s mouth, glaring at him as a warning, "Don’t call me that."

Bo Yan looked wronged and kissed her palm.

The palm of Yuran’s hand felt like it had been burned, and she immediately pulled it back, staring wide-eyed at Bo Yan. Bo Yan leaned close to her ear, gentle as jade, his eyes deepened, and his voice was a bit hoarse, "Baby, my mom misunderstands me deeply; I feel very wronged."

"Serves you right..." Yuran pushed his face away with her hand, "That’s for being so willful before."

"Won’t you feel a bit sorry for me?" Bo Yan asked, sounding downcast.

Yuran: "..."

Then, someone sucked on her earlobe, and like a startled rabbit, Yuran reached up to hug his neck. By her ear, she heard someone’s smug laughter, "I’ll just have to console myself, heh..."