My Fortune-Blessed Leading Lady
Chapter 236: How Can You Be So Shameless?

Chapter 236: Chapter 236: How Can You Be So Shameless?

Bo Yan’s mother waited at home, left and right, and upon hearing the sound of a car in the yard, she hurried out from the house. Xie Cheng got off the nanny van first, greeted Bo Yan’s mother, and went to open the door for Bo Yan.

Seeing Yuran being led by the hand out of the car by her son, Bo Yan’s mother’s eyes widened and she was flustered by the wind, "What’s going on here?"

Xie Cheng: "..."

Yuran tried several times to shake off Bo Yan’s hand but failed to do so, and was forcibly held by him. At this moment, facing Bo Yan’s mother’s astonishment, she felt embarrassed and somewhat uneasy, "Godmother..."

Bo Yan’s mother snapped out of her daze and strode forward, yanking Yuran out of Bo Yan’s hand, watching her son warily, like he was a miscreant.

Bo Yan: "..."

Bo Yan’s mother, "Xiaoqi, I’m not blaming you, but have you been bullying baby again? What are you planning?"

Bo Yan scoffed, casually flicking his hair, and said to his mother, "Mom, didn’t you insistently say before that Yuran is the child bride you chose for me? As you wish, why don’t you help me set a date so I can take your baby home to wed?"

"Night has not yet fallen, and you’re still dreaming pretty dreams." Mrs. Bo’s face changed, "Don’t bring those crooked habits from outside back here. I’d accept it even if you were gay, but using baby as a shield, Bo Yan, don’t you feel guilty? Be careful, I’ll have Bo Yinan beat you up.

"Baby, come here, tell me, how did your Seventh Brother threaten you? I definitely won’t let him get away with it."

Bo Yan’s mother said, pulling Yuran behind her, shielding her tightly, as if her own son was a dragon coming to snatch away the princess she had carefully protected.

Bo Yan: "..."

Yuran: "..."

Bo Yan scoffed, "Mom, is the image of your son in your eyes really that indescribable?"

Bo Yan’s mother, "Then how wonderful do you think you are?"

Bo Yan: "Mom, Ranran and I are dating, isn’t this what you have always hoped for? Now that the beautiful dream has come true, can’t you at least be happy for your son?"

After a few minutes of petrification, Bo Yan’s mother finally recovered, stuttering, "You, you, you, what did you just say? You and Ranran, you, you, you..."

Bo Yan hummed a note, stretched out his arm, and pulled Yuran, who was hidden behind Bo Yan’s mother, into an embrace, "Mom, let me formally introduce, your future daughter-in-law, my future wife, Yuran.

The ’baby’ who will appear in our family’s household register."

Bo Yan’s mother’s gaze swept between the two, looking at her son’s calm face and then at Yuran’s embarrassed face, her mind filled with joy at the thought of the baby becoming her daughter-in-law.

In the past, when Bo Yan couldn’t stand Yuran, she wished she could remake her son from scratch. Now that the two of them were truly together, she found it incredibly unbelievable.

She was so shocked that she couldn’t speak for a long while.

Xie Cheng, not daring to watch the excitement, had walked away early with the driver. Now, with only family members in the small courtyard, Bo Yan’s mother’s loss of composure seemed all the more endearing.

Yuran never expected Bo Yan to confess so quickly to Bo Yan’s mother, and now she could only stand by Bo Yan’s mother’s side, waiting for her to come around.

The nanny also left space for the three of them, and when she regained her senses, Mrs. Bo very calmly asked the two of them, "Are you serious?"

Yuran nodded.

Bo Yan had a smile in his eyes. Seeing such a gentle son, Mrs. Bo didn’t know how long it had been since she’d seen him like this. She felt somewhat comforted and also a bit nostalgic, as she heard her son say emphatically, "Yes, really."

Mrs. Bo looked at her son, who spoke so straightforwardly, and laughed disdainfully, "I don’t know who was so blind, acting like he didn’t care at all, and now... does your face hurt?"

"Mother knows best, it throbs with pain every day." Bo Yan didn’t mind admitting his past misjudgments, even though he knew it wasn’t the same person, the admission came without any pressure.

Mrs. Bo snorted lightly, pulled Yuran back, and walked into the house. She left Bo Yan with the snacks behind, "Baby, tell me, how did this stinky boy trick you? Did he give you money? A house? Did he provide you resources? Did he treat you well? Did he grant every request?"

Bo Yan followed closely behind the two of them, the smile never fading from his lips, while the nanny kindly came over to take the snacks from Bo Yan to arrange them on plates.

Mrs. Bo was actually quite willing to accept this matter; after all, she really liked Yuran. Now that Yuran was with her son, she was overjoyed, as this was something she had long looked forward to.

Now that her wish had been fulfilled, it all seemed like a dream, and she looked at Yuran more and more like her own daughter.

She chatted incessantly with Yuran, telling her not to be afraid of being bullied by Bo Yan — this place was her parental home, and Bo Yan had no authority here.

Going off on a tangent, she even brought up the topic of the two getting married. Listening to this, Yuran felt a bit embarrassed but also touched. Having Mrs. Bo as a mother-in-law would be a blissful thing.

Bo Yan sat opposite them and didn’t interfere, but when Mrs. Bo mentioned the wedding, having Yuran leave from the old mansion, and Bo Yan coming to fetch her from the Platinum Imperial Palace, Bo Yan slightly raised his eyebrows and had no objections.

Yuran however, said it was not reasonable. Mrs. Bo immediately countered, saying there was nothing unreasonable about it, and that when the time came for the wedding, that would be settled.

That was talking a bit far into the future, whether to get married or not, it really was too far off.

Perhaps because the two were together, Mrs. Bo was exceptionally happy, so Yuran didn’t have the heart to interrupt her.

After having their late-night snack, the two were invited to stay overnight at the old mansion. Their rooms were very far apart. As Mrs. Bo walked Yuran back to her room, she saw her son frown and mocked, "Who was it again who wanted to stay as far as possible, and now, well, how delightful."

Bo Yan was completely shameless and asked Mrs. Bo, "Mom, the room next to Ranran, it’s unoccupied isn’t it? I’ll have someone clean it up tomorrow and move the bedroom over."

Mrs. Bo, infuriated, raised her hand and pounded on him a few times, "Bo Yan, how can you be so shameless? Is this the way your father and I taught you?"

Bo Yan, "How is this being shameless? We are dating now, and next door is a normal distance."

Yuran, "Xiaoqi, you go rest first. I’m going to sleep with my godmother tonight and chat for a bit, is that okay?"

Bo Yan initially wanted to refuse, but upon hearing Yuran’s suggestion, he suddenly stopped and nodded at Yuran, "Okay then, let’s do it your way. Mom, don’t stay up too late chatting, we still have to shoot tomorrow."

Mrs. Bo, "I know, go sleep. Do you really think I don’t know what’s on your mind?"

Bo Yan: "..."

The agony of a sleepless night, Bo Yan thought, never mind, there was no rush. After all, he had all the time in the future.