My Fortune-Blessed Leading Lady
Chapter 257: You Won’t Be Holding Your Grandson That Soon

Chapter 257: Chapter 257: You Won’t Be Holding Your Grandson That Soon

After leaving Yinchao speechless, Yuran felt invigorated. As the waiter showed her downstairs, she hurried her steps, and upon exiting the hotel, she saw a familiar car. She dashed towards it and quickly got in.

As Xie Cheng drove away, she naturally flung herself into Bo Yan’s arms, then giggly kissed his chin. The stubble pricked her lips slightly, causing a mild sting. She ran her hand over his chin and remarked, "Qi Ge, your stubble is a bit prickly."

Little did she know that Bo Yan would suddenly seize her hand and pin it down, his chin prodding her face. Yuran found herself tickled by the gesture and burst into laughter, "Qi Ge, stop, don’t poke me, it feels so weird."

Xie Cheng: "..." These two really treat me like I am dead!

Can’t their lines be a little less invasive? It’s really quite unsettling.

Bo Yan didn’t want to tease her too much, so after settling her into his embrace, he narrowed his eyes and asked as if it didn’t really matter, "What did Yinchao want with you?"

Yuran shook her head, "I have no idea. I don’t know what he was after, but his questions were all revolving around Qi Younian. It seems like he’s investigated me and found out that I’ve partnered with Qi Younian to start a company."

Bo Yan’s expression darkened slightly, but Yuran didn’t see this as she continued, "And he kept bringing up Fu Yuran, saying a lot of nostalgic things. To indulge in such talk, he really is quite odd, as if he’s not worried about Fu Yuran coming back from the dead to wring his neck."

Although Yuran was speaking, her eyes were glancing at Bo Yan’s expressions. During this period, she had wondered if being honest with Bo Yan about her being Fu Yuran would make him stop liking her.

The thought that Bo Yan might not like her made her feel somewhat sad deep down, so she decided to postpone that conversation for later.

Bo Yan could clearly read the hints from this little girl but pretended not to, chuckling, "Don’t overthink things. As for Yinchao investigating you, I’ll hand it over to the Judicial Department. You don’t have to worry about it."

"Okay, okay, sounds good."

It seemed Bo Yan had no suspicions. Well, that was good, that was good.

Xie Cheng dropped the two off at the Platinum Imperial Palace and quickly left. Bo Yan had been away for almost a week, and although it was two days less than planned, Yuran still missed him a lot. After all, they were now a couple, and missing each other was normal.

Bo Yan went to take a shower, and Yuran went to his room, rummaging through his things. When Bo Yan came out from the shower, he saw the young lady with her back to him, searching through his cabinet without any reservations, shaking with laughter at something she found. He helplessly walked over and looking down, saw the girl holding an album with pictures of a young and tender him.

They were probably from before he was ten, and the young Bo Yan looked ice-cold with hardly any expression, but his features were still stunning.

Suddenly wrapped from behind, Yuran wasn’t startled; instead, she was tickled by the droplets from Bo Yan’s wet hair on her neck, and with a smile, she turned her head to pass him the album, "Qi Ge, look what I found. I never imagined you looked like this when you were little. You were so adorable!"

"Adorable?" Bo Yan raised an eyebrow, his interest piqued as he stared at the young lady’s face. His fingers tweaked her chin upwards, and he leaned in for a kiss, "When I wasn’t here, did you sleep here in bed?"

Yuran blushed, her breathing slightly unstable, "It was your request."

Bo Yan laughed, pressing against her, "So obedient?"

Yuran nodded, "Of course, how could I not do something I promised you?"

Bo Yan kissed her lips in praise, "Good girl. Since you’re so obedient, how about you join me in bed tonight? How does that sound, willing? Weren’t you just saying you’d obey?"

Yuran’s face turned scarlet, and she abruptly closed the album, standing up from his embrace with a flushed face, "No, I need to go back to my room to sleep."

Bo Yan looked at her with a teasing smile as he too stood up. Yuran looked up, "What are you doing?"

"I’m going to your room to sleep with you. It’s dark and scary at night; I’m afraid," he said.

Yuran: "..."

Is this guy shameless? Afraid? Who? Him?

It was truly baffling, absolutely baffling.

Seeing Yuran stunned in place, Bo Yan’s fingers itched. He pinched the young girl’s neck, caressed it, lowered his head, and moved closer to her, "Sister, can I stay with you for one night, please? I’m really scared, you’ll protect me, right?"

Yuran: "..."

Bo Yan wrapped his arms around her and led her toward her room, "Then it’s settled, I’ll sleep with you."

"Brother Qi, you..."

"Hmm? What’s wrong with me? Isn’t it a great idea?"

Yuran shook her head, "It’s very shameless."

Bo Yan uttered an "oh," but continued walking toward Yuran’s room. "Alright, if I’m shameless then so be it. As long as I can sleep with you, baby, just for one night. I’m so tired, okay?"

Yuran found herself unable to utter a word of rejection. She could only watch him in dazed silence and finally nodded blankly. Bo Yan revealed a triumphant smile and planted a kiss on the cheek of the little girl.

"Good girl."

Bo Yan seemed truly exhausted. He held Yuran in his arms and fell asleep quietly. Yuran initially had no desire to sleep, but under Bo Yan’s influence, she somehow felt drowsy too, nestling in his embrace and drifting off to sleep hazily.

They slept until the next day’s noon, only waking up because they were hungry. What was more horrifying was that when both awoke, they saw Bo Yan’s mother standing at the room’s doorway, who was clearly very surprised to see them as well.

Bo Yan’s mother’s face looked somewhat grim as she stared at him, "Qi, come out for a moment."

Yuran was a bit nervous. Once Bo Yan’s mother closed the door, she tugged on Bo Yan’s sleeve, "Brother Qi, is mom angry?"

Bo Yan, having had a good sleep and feeling refreshed, smiled with a hint of indulgence and ruffled the young girl’s hair, "Don’t worry, your godmother is not that fierce, hmm?"

Yuran followed Bo Yan as they both got up and went out. She didn’t expect that as soon as Bo Yan stood by his mother’s side, his mother grabbed a cushion from the couch and started hitting him with it, using all her might. Yuran was terrified and rushed to pull Bo Yan’s mother away, but Bo Yan caught her around the waist and held her tightly in his arms, leaving his back wide open to let his mother vent her anger.

It was only a cushion, after all. How much could it hurt?

Bo Yan’s mother, furious, saw their posture and felt her mood lighten a little. She stopped and said, "Qi, how old is baby? And you’re already seducing her? Are you shameless?"

Bo Yan yawned innocently looking at his mother, "Mom, I’d like to, but I’m well aware that baby is still young. So, please rest assured, I won’t do anything out of line. You won’t be having grandkids that soon, okay? Have a little more trust in your son."

Bo Yan’s mother: "..."

A blushing Yuran: "..."