My Fortune-Blessed Leading Lady
Chapter 268: Preparing for the Wedding

Chapter 268: Chapter 268: Preparing for the Wedding

Xie Cheng’s question unexpectedly made Bo Yan feel anxious. After finally finishing the shoot, he followed Yuran back to Platinum Imperial Palace, one after the other. Yuran easily noticed his unusual demeanor and asked with concern, "Qi Ge, why have you been trailing me around? Is there something you want to tell me? Plus, you seem to be in a bad mood."

Bo Yan pulled her into his arms and repeated Xie Cheng’s words to Yuran, then explained his own view, "Baby, we have to be honest with each other. If there’s ever something I do that you’re not happy with, you have to tell me, and I’ll make it right.

Also, whatever you like or dislike about me, you need to speak up. I won’t force you, nor will I interfere with you. I might not be so broad-minded when I get jealous, but...

I have everything, except for a wife, so I will treat you very well, okay?"

Yuran hadn’t expected Bo Yan to be such an insecure person. She couldn’t help but think, if Bo Yan one day found out she was Fu Yuran and not just Yuran, would he...

Take back everything he had given her?

Just as this thought came to her, Yuran stiffened. Bo Yan, holding her, instantly felt the change and quickly pinched her shoulders, repositioning her to face him.

"Baby, what’s... what’s wrong?"

Yuran looked up into his worried eyes and suddenly didn’t know what to say. After staring blankly at him for a while, she hesitated, "Qi Ge, I..."

"Hmm?"

"Qi Ge, if one day, you find out I’ve been keeping some things from you, would you... would you stop liking me? Would you feel that I’m actually very different from what you had imagined and no longer want to like me?"

At first, Bo Yan was puzzled and stunned, then seeing the girl’s dejected expression, he suddenly thought of something and asked, "Did you deceive me because of my money?"

Yuran shook her head.

Bo Yan, "Then did you deceive me to get my house?"

Yuran still shook her head, her eyes gradually revealing a hint of confusion.

Bo Yan smiled slightly, "So it’s me that you’re after?"

Yuran nodded.

She could earn her own money, buy her own house, but Bo Yan was unique. She dared not say it; she simply coveted Bo Yan himself, the feeling of being with him was completely different from being with Yinchao.

This was truly the first time she understood what it meant to be in love.

So Yuran nodded without hesitation, her intentions undisguised. Bo Yan’s mood inexplicably lifted, "Baby, since it’s me you’re after, why don’t we register for a marriage certificate? Legalize our relationship, what do you say?"

Yuran: "...I, I’m not of age yet."

"It’s possible overseas. Where do you like? Ireland? Las Vegas?"

Suddenly, Yuran found herself speechless. She stared into Bo Yan’s eyes and slowly held up three fingers. Bo Yan looked puzzled, "What does that mean?"

"Give me that much time."

Bo Yan’s expression cracked, "Baby, be kind; do you want me to become a monk for three years?"

Yuran buried her face in his chest, blushing to the point of tears, her voice muffled, "No."

Bo Yan was momentarily stunned, then his eyes brightened, the laughter in his eyes impossible to hide, "Baby, do you mean three months?"

That was the shortest duration he could imagine. Three days was unthinkable, and three hours even more so, unless he was dreaming. It seemed impossible, and he never expected Yuran, who he thought was resistant to him, to speak up again, her voice low, "Three hours."

All at once, it seemed as though all the sounds of the world were silenced.

Bo Yan, in disbelief, forcefully turned her to face him directly, unable to avoid his gaze, "Baby, I didn’t hear you clearly just now. Say it again."

Yuran’s face turned beet red, embarrassed, "I... Bo Yan, isn’t that too short of a time? What if I take three months?"

Bo Yan shook his head, "No, three hours means three hours, how can you go back on your word?"

Yuran suddenly burst into laughter, "You still heard it clearly, huh."

Bo Yan: "..."

After that, Bo Yan was somewhat distracted with everything he did, suffering through the wait, and would occasionally check the time. It felt like ages before he murmured slowly, how has it only been ten minutes? This is unscientific!

Yuran was watching TV in the living room, her mood completely affected by someone else. She grabbed a pillow and wanted to go back to her room, but Bo Yan crossed over in two or three steps, blocked her way, and trapped her between himself and the sofa.

"Baby, did you change your mind?"

Yuran: "..."

Bo Yan’s face turned pale as paper, "Baby, our teachers have always told us that our word is our bond, you can’t be so bad."

Yuran sighed and cupped his face, "Bo Yan, I’ll go to my room to reflect now, and when the three hours are up, you knock on my door, okay? You’re pacing around aimlessly here, and my eyes are getting blurry. What if there’s a mishap and due to my sluggishness, I end up refusing what I originally wanted to accept? What then?"

Bo Yan: "..." Would that really happen?

Yuran nodded firmly, "It would."

Bo Yan scooped her up by the knees, carried her horizontally, and then took her upstairs. After placing Yuran on the bed, he left the room and even shut the door, leaving behind just one sentence, "Baby, think carefully, really think about it, I’m serious."

"Okay," Yuran laughed.

Once Bo Yan shut the door, Yuran sent out a notice in her little group chat.

My friends.

[Yuran: I’ve thought long and hard and have decided to tell you about an important life event.]

[Bai Leyao: What is it? What is it?] As the adorable newcomer to the group, Leyao was the only one who was unaware of Yuran’s relationship with Bo Yan, so whenever she heard about a significant event, she was always the first to speak up.

[Annan: Are you taking a leave from your studies for your career?]

[Qi Nian: Are you really taking a leave for your career? Let me tell you, if a woman loses her self-worth, it’s very easy to lose one’s direction in life. Don’t do things for love that would diminish your value.]

[Yuran: ... it seems like those were my words to you, @Qi Nian]

[Qi Nian: Oh, right it seems so, then okay, what’s the big event? Are you getting married?]

This jinx.

Seeing Qi Nian’s words, Yuran couldn’t help but smile wryly. She didn’t reply immediately but directly sent a message to Qi Younian, [Yuran: Qi Younian, I’m preparing to marry Bo Yan.]

Qi Younian was busy at work when he read the message, and it left his mind in a jumble. It took him a while to read the message on his phone over and over again.

Finally, he replied slowly, [Qi Younian: I’m not opposed to you getting married, and of course, I’m sure Bo Yan is nothing like that scumbag Yinchao. But Yuran, have you considered the problems you’ll face if you get married now?]

[Yuran: I’ve given it a lot of thought and have considered it for a long time.]

[Qi Younian: I have no right to stop you, and I will wish you well, but have you really thought this through? You’re only 19 years old, not even full-aged.]

[Yuran: But you know very well, I’m already 27 years old, two years older than Bo Yan.]