My Fortune-Blessed Leading Lady
Chapter 262: Suddenly Dropped Gossip

Chapter 262: Chapter 262: Suddenly Dropped Gossip

Bo Yan’s eyes smiled, and he didn’t mind the girl’s closeness, which made the graceful woman extremely shocked. She looked at Bo Yan in astonishment, "Bo Yan, you..."

Bo Yan frowned, evidently displeased by the unwelcome guest interrupting his meal, "Can you leave?"

"What?" The woman looked at him in disbelief.

Yuran rested her chin in her hand, blinking as she looked at the woman, "Sister, my brother just told you to leave. If you didn’t understand, I can translate it for you, over and over until you do."

Yuran, no longer wanting to speak, declared her dominance by squeezing into Bo Yan’s arms. Naturally, Bo Yan wouldn’t reject the girl throwing herself at him and embraced her indulgently.

The woman stared, dumbfounded, at the scene and turned to leave.

As she left, she glared fiercely at Yuran.

Yuran was very innocent, turning to Bo Yan’s chin with her hand, "Brother Qi, do you think I’m innocent? I’m being hated for no reason; it’s clearly the bad peach blossoms you attracted."

Bo Yan laughed, lifted her, and put her back in her seat, then bent down and kissed her forehead, "Good girl. It’s your duty to defend what belongs to you."

Yuran felt content hearing this, "That’s true."

The dinner was to her liking, and Bo Yan watched her enjoy her meal, "Do you like it?"

Yuran nodded, "I like it, it tastes good, but isn’t it too luxurious?"

She wasn’t always rich; she was Yuran Fu, who had experienced poverty and knew life wasn’t easy. A dinner costing at least ten thousand was indeed a luxury for her.

Though she spent lavishly on official social media rewards, it was different.

Bo Yan chuckled, "Worried I can’t afford to keep you?"

Yuran shook her head.

Bo Yan continued, "Don’t worry, even if you ate here three times a day without repeating a dish, choosing only the most expensive items, you’d still have plenty left after a hundred years."

He held a wine glass, filled with red wine, looking extremely elegant.

Yuran felt discussing this issue with him was a mistake. Would the grand film star Bo Yan ever lack money?

...

Elsewhere, the tall, elegant woman who had left Bo Yan hurried to another place where a group of people sat, each accompanied by a young, beautiful girl. The dinner usually involved accompanying drinks, and bumping into Bo Yan was completely unexpected.

Wen Ziqi thought she was pretty and tall. Although rumors said Bo Yan was indifferent to women, what if she were the lucky one? If she had Bo Yan’s support, would she need to worry about resources in the circle?

That would not be a concern,

But to her surprise, Bo Yan absolutely didn’t remember who she was, leaving her embarrassed.

She settled next to an investor, who wrapped an arm around her shoulder. He wasn’t too ugly, with a square face and sharp features, not sporting the big belly typical of others.

Still, having just seen Bo Yan’s striking beauty, she couldn’t adjust.

She smiled perfunctorily, topping off the drinks of people next to her and casually asked, "President Jiang, I think I just saw Bo Yan dining with a woman."

The table became instantly quiet at her abrupt remark, while the director at the far end laughed vulgarly, groping the chest of the young girl beside him.

He immediately spoke up, "Impossible. In a normal setting, the chances of encountering Bo Yan are zero. You must have seen wrong."

Wenz Ziqi shook her head, certain, "Really, I didn’t see wrong. I even saw the great actor Bo Yan being intimate with a girl. Could it be that the great actor Bo Yan is in love? This is big news."

"Big news?" Someone raised an eyebrow, looking at Wen Ziqi with a half-smile.

"Our supermodel wouldn’t think to leak a scandal involving the great actor Bo Yan, right? That’s courting death!"

Wen Ziqi’s face turned pale, her smile ingratiating, "That’s not what I meant. I was just curious, especially since the rumors outside say that the great actor Bo Yan doesn’t associate with women."

"What the rumors say is for those outside to judge, but it’s true that the great actor Bo Yan keeps his distance from women. No one in the circle follows the rules more than Bo Yan does," someone retorted.

Despite this, those who wanted to work with him were numerous.

At that moment, an investor’s eyes started rolling. He let go of the girl beside him and looked at everyone, "This really is big news. How about we go for it? As long as the person who leaks the news isn’t one of us, it should be fine, right?"

The other investors, directors, and producers all shook their heads in refusal, "We’d rather not get involved with the great actor Bo Yan. He’s too much for us to handle."

Standing behind Bo Yan was Diyang, and who didn’t know what sort of heavyweight Diyang was? Messing with Bo Yan wouldn’t be easy, and they were more likely to suffer backlash.

They had no interest in stirring up such trouble.

Moreover, was Bo Yan’s gossip for just anyone to see? How naïve.

Wen Ziqi looked at everyone, Xiaoxiao, thought of the phone in her pocket, and gave a forced, ingratiating smile.

Modeling was a young person’s game, and since she hadn’t made it to the global stage, she was looking to transition but had yet to find the right opportunity. She had hoped to attach herself to someone influential in the circle, looking for a shortcut.

Bo Yan was the best candidate, but she had not anticipated how tough he would be to approach.

No matter, what she had instructed her assistant to do had likely been captured already.

...

The next day, news of the great actor Bo Yan’s nighttime rendezvous with a well-known young model was plastered over the front pages of major sites. Yuran’s classmates went wild, sharing with her, "Yuran, look, look, the great actor Bo Yan actually had a date last night with a young model? Damn, this woman has a great figure, but to think she could date our god Bo Yan?

Must be hype. Can our god Bo Yan’s taste be that bad? What was the young model’s name again? Wen, Wen..."

"Wen Ziqi." A friend turned around, indignantly saying, "This Wen Ziqi, could she be using screenshots to gain popularity? Damn, that’s shameless."

Yuran looked on in confusion for a while, finally understanding what the news was all about.

Last night, Bo Yan had been with her all evening, entering and exiting together. She did indeed meet Wen Ziqi, but it was only a brief encounter, and this photo looked like it was edited to remove her!

Originally, it had been a meeting of three people, so how had it turned into her brother meeting with a young model at night?

And could this young model really call herself a ’young model’?

A woman of twenty-six or twenty-seven, how could she so confidently call herself a ’young model’?

That term usually refers to those who are not famous!

Yuran was infuriated, finding the fame-seeking utterly shameless, truly disgraceful.