My Fortune-Blessed Leading Lady
Chapter 241: Mentioning the Unlucky Guy with Iron-Clad Bad Luck

Chapter 241: Chapter 241: Mentioning the Unlucky Guy with Iron-Clad Bad Luck

Yuran nodded in his embrace, "Of course I’m happy, this is my favorite role so far."

Bo Yan’s eyebrows twitched, and he rotated his eyeballs, scrutinizing her face with a smile, "You’ve only played a few roles? And you already know this is your current favorite?"

Sure enough, the person in his arms stiffened, then buried her face in his chest without speaking.

Bo Yan rubbed her head with his hand, "I spoke wrong, I spoke wrong, my baby has also starred in a music video, right? Really impressive, I’ve never done that."

Yuran chuckled, "Qi Ge, are you seriously complimenting someone?"

A person who had released an album, even though it was just one, was telling her he had never filmed a music video, wait, it seems, it really wasn’t, Bo Yan’s album was just clips from TV shows, that’s really... convenient.

She couldn’t help but boast ambitiously, "Qi Ge, one day, I want you to shoot a music video for me, the kind that doesn’t pay."

"The kind that doesn’t pay? Which kind? I don’t quite understand, is it the kind I’m thinking about? Ranran, you’d better think carefully, the kind I like... um..."

Seeing that his speech was becoming more and more borderline, Yuran angrily stretched out her hand to cover his mouth, Bo Yan took the opportunity to kiss her palm, and Yuran, as if burnt, retracted her hand and glared at Bo Yan annoyed, "Qi Ge, you really are... really shameless."

"Pfft..." Bo Yan kissed her face and couldn’t hold back his laughter, shaking his shoulders, sharing his uncontrollable joy with the person in his arms.

How could the little girl be so easily teased?

Just a little tease, and she becomes embarrassingly shy.

How could this be good, the mischiefs he wanted to commit weren’t something a few words could clear up.

But no rush, take it slowly.

She’s still young.

He coughed, sat down on the couch with her in his arms, and suddenly remembered something, couldn’t help but laugh, Yuran nestled in his arms, couldn’t resist asking, "What are you laughing at?"

Bo Yan, "Remember when I met you at Platinum Imperial Palace? I came back and chased you and your cat away."

Yuran rolled her eyes at him and said peevishly, "I remember perfectly, you were so imposing."

Bo Yan caressed her smooth long hair, smiling, "If I knew I would like you this much, I definitely wouldn’t have acted so casually."

Yuran laughed, how could anyone tell these things clearly? Back then she was exhausted from doing homework, and when he returned, he looked at her with that look of disgust, told her to scram, speaking harshly and venomously.

However, they didn’t make her leave immediately giving her some time to buffer; it wasn’t until the early hours of the next morning that she left.

"What about your fat cat?" Bo Yan suddenly thought of that morning when he saw Yuran leaving, asked abruptly, at all not wishing to recall that scene, recalling it once, suffering once.

"Bai Leyao is still keeping it."

Thinking of the name Bai Leyao gave her cat, she couldn’t help but shudder.

Bo Yan understood and didn’t ask further, smoothly changing the subject, "Then let’s talk about ’Emperor Shun of Tang!’"

"Sure!"

...

Li Weiwei was scolded by her own agent at the company, which was extremely frustrating for her. She was a signed artist under Hualan, with a five-year contract, and the agency had indeed invested resources in her, but she hadn’t made a significant splash. Meanwhile, her agent, Zhou Lan, who was managing six or seven artists simultaneously, was seeing greater success with a rising young star whose popularity and viewership were soaring, giving Zhou Lan a sense of hope and thus, more attention was given to the newcomer.

Now, Zhou Lan just hoped that her artists wouldn’t cause her any trouble. The opportunity with the Xuan Ze film crew had been hard to come by, and Zhou Lan had put a lot of effort into securing it. Unexpectedly, Li Weiwei had messed it up.

Although the production crew hadn’t insisted on replacing the character, the chances of Zhou Lan securing a spot with Xuan Ze’s crew in the future were slim.

Zhou Lan was furious and couldn’t care less about maintaining appearances; she blasted Li Weiwei relentlessly in the office.

Before she left, Zhou Lan stopped her, "Li Weiwei, stop playing those disgraceful little tricks. Instead of being cunning, you should focus on honing your acting skills to truly impress people. I’ve heard about what’s been going on in the production.

You don’t need to stir up trouble for me here; I can’t afford to offend the director Xuan Ze. After this film, you should take a break!"

"Zhou Lan!" Li Weiwei couldn’t believe what she was hearing.

Zhou Lan didn’t want to hear anything she had to say, waved her hand dismissively, and said, "Go back, don’t say anything..."

Fuming, Li Weiwei hatefully turned around and left. In the corridor, she bumped into someone coming toward her. Zhou Lianjia was on a call and hadn’t yet seen who she was when she started berating her. "Can’t you see where you’re going? Are you blind..."

Zhou Lianjia was coaxing her father on the phone about joining him for dinner that evening. She had been out filming a variety show and hadn’t visited home in a long time. Upon hearing she would return, her father had immediately called her.

Her mood had been good, but now it was completely ruined by Li Weiwei.

Her father, on the other end of the phone, obviously heard the commotion and furrowed his brow deeply, asking his daughter, "Jiajia, you told me you were at the company, right?"

"Dad, I’ll call you back. I can handle this myself."

Her father was silent for a while, then nodded, "Alright, call me back soon."

"Thanks, Dad. Goodbye."

Zhou Lianjia, already not in the best of moods, quickly hung up the phone with her father and pocketed her mobile. She then turned to face the gloomy Li Weiwei and raised an eyebrow, "A Hualan artist? Under whose management?"

Seeing Li Weiwei’s aggressive tone, she snorted, "Whose management? You’re not yet qualified to know. You bump into someone and you can’t even apologize?"

Zhou Lianjia scoffed, "I was walking straight. You came out turning left and crashed into me. And yet you ask if I am blind? What’s your name?"

Li Weiwei was about to continue her tirade, but then she saw Zhou Lan hurriedly emerging from the other side. Zhou Lan seemed surprised to see them and Li Weiwei waited for Zhou Lan to come over and complain, but unexpectedly, instead of being usual, Zhou Lan politely greeted the other girl after hanging up her own call.

"Lianjia, you’re back?"

"Zhou Lan..." Zhou Lianjia laughed casually, "What brings you here?"

Zhou Lan shook her phone, "Your father called me, asking me to check on you. Didn’t expect to find you here."

Zhou Lianjia forced a smile, her father was really something...

She smirked slightly at Li Weiwei and asked, "Zhou Lan, whose artist is this?"

Zhou Lan looked at Li Weiwei, her scalp tingling with a premonition of trouble, so she tentatively looked at Zhou Lianjia and asked, "Did she do something?"

Zhou Lianjia crossed arms and nodded, "Yeah, she called me blind."