My Fortune-Blessed Leading Lady
Chapter 278: Why Did We Meet So Late?

Chapter 278: Chapter 278: Why Did We Meet So Late?

Situ Jue had never seen Bo Yan speak to anyone with such indulgent and relaxed delight. Even with Si Yao and the others, he was always stern and serious, not much different from his on-screen persona.

Now, seeing this side of Bo Yan made him take a few more glances at Yuran.

It really was different, wasn’t it?

Otherwise, how could a person as cold and indifferent as Bo Yan spare any extra emotions for someone else?

He lifted the corners of his mouth, his anticipation for returning home growing stronger.

Walking down a corridor gilded in gold, with Yuran by his side, his arm around her waist, she looked at the valuable frescoes and teasingly asked Bo Yan, "Do you know how many rooms are here?"

"I have no idea! My activities are limited to my bedroom and the main hall. I seldom venture to the other areas; it’s all managed by the housekeeper," he replied.

Yuran held her words for a moment before she could speak, "...Then why did you buy this place?"

"To provide for you, of course!" Bo Yan laughed, responding effortlessly, "Before I met you, I was thinking that someday I would have to keep my beauty in a golden house, provide her with the best place to live, the best service, and the richest self."

Yuran: "..."

Situ Jue’s mouth twitched involuntarily. So this was Bo Yan when he spoke words of love?

This was terrifying.

Yuran understood the implication of Bo Yan’s words. He really hadn’t thought about what his life would be like if he hadn’t met her, but after meeting her, she was related to the rest of his life.

Even when he knew all the truths, he showed no disgust or rejection towards her; he even assured her, "It’s okay, you have me from now on."

When they reached the study, just as Bo Yan was about to ask Situ Jue to fetch the computer, Yuran’s face suddenly turned pale, and she staggered, falling towards Bo Yan.

Her stomach churned, causing great discomfort.

Yuran knew this was her issue. When she first arrived in the U.S., she didn’t have any particular reaction and even told Qi Younian that it seemed she no longer suffered from motion sickness. Qi Younian warned her not to be careless.

But from New York to Las Vegas, she didn’t experience any particular issues and even spent so much time with Qi Nian and the others, so she stubbornly believed she was fine.

It never crossed her mind that being fine was just her own assumption.

Situ Jue, sensing something was wrong, quickly asked, "What’s wrong, Seventh Brother?"

Bending down, Bo Yan scooped Yuran into his arms, his face looking terrible, "Call the doctor, go directly to my bedroom."

Bo Yan had never been this agitated before. He didn’t know why, but he suddenly remembered that time when he went to the hospital to see Yuran, her face deathly pale and wrapped in bandages.

His hands trembled as he held her.

Coming to her senses, Yuran saw his clenched jaw and grabbed at the clothes on his chest, "Seventh Brother, I’m alright."

Bo Yan held her steady as they walked, kissing her forehead with an anxious yet somewhat comforting tone, "It’s okay, it’s okay. Where does it hurt? The doctor will be here any second."

Leaning in his embrace, Yuran shook her head, fighting against her discomfort, "Seventh Brother, I’m fine, it’s just motion sickness. I’ve always had this problem, it’ll pass in a day or two. It’s only delaying the wedding."

"The wedding is important, but you are more important, baby. Please don’t talk now, alright?"

Seeing him so worried, Yuran didn’t know what to say and simply closed her eyes, letting him hold her in his arms.

His muscles were all tensed up, as if he were afraid that a single lapse of attention might jostle her and make her feel uncomfortable.

It wasn’t until he had carried her back to his own room and laid her safely on the bed that he sat by the bedside, grasped her hand, and gazed upon her sweat-drenched hair with a heart feeling as if it were being squeezed, a profound discomfort taking hold.

"Baby, if you feel unwell anywhere, tell Seventh Brother, okay?"

"There’s nothing particularly uncomfortable, just a general lack of strength, discomfort, and a suffocating feeling inside."

Seeing that she was uncomfortable but still somewhat spirited as she spoke, he spoke more gently, "Have you had this problem ever since you entered the industry?"

Yuran nodded, half-closing her eyes to look at him.

Seeing the deep well of worry in his eyes, she grasped his hand in return, smiled, and said, "I’m really okay."

"In the past, when you faced situations like this and had to shoot the next day, what would you do?" Bo Yan had never been so eager to learn about things, things closely related to her.

He let her grip his hand tightly, then looked into her smiling eyes.

"Are you concerned about me?"

Bo Yan hummed an acknowledgment, reaching out to push back the strands of hair on her face, "Isn’t it obvious? I care about you, I’m concerned for you. If you had met me earlier, wouldn’t it have been better for me to start cherishing you sooner?"

Yuran suddenly found herself at a loss for words.

The doctor hurried over on Situ Jue’s request, sweat dripping from his forehead, and when he arrived at the room, Yuran had already fallen asleep, looking lethargic, while Bo Yan sat by her bedside watching over her.

Situ Jue felt he couldn’t bear even to blink his eyes.

What on earth had happened after he left, something he didn’t know?

"Sir, the doctor has arrived."

Bo Yan looked over and shifted slightly to the side, "She’s having a strong reaction to acclimatizing to the new environment. Could you check if her condition is physiological or psychological? If it’s treatable, that would be best."

The doctor promptly nodded in agreement, "Understood, Sir. I’ll take a look."

Situ Jue’s perception of Yuran climbed several notches. Seventh Brother’s concern for someone was out in the open, transparent; you could tell at a glance how much he cared for the person lying in his bed.

He sincerely felt fortunate for Xie Cheng, who had complained so much about Yuran before and yet hadn’t been cast away. That was truly lucky.

After the doctor examined Yuran, he prescribed some medication and said he would look into a treatment plan for Bo Yan. Bo Yan nodded, for the doctor was one of their own, someone he inherently trusted.

After Situ Jue saw the doctor out and returned, he stood at the door to consult Bo Yan, "Sir, about the wedding..."

Bo Yan, caressing the girl’s forehead with a tender and indulgent gaze, said, "Postpone it. We’ll discuss all of it after she recovers. You’ll come over tomorrow to take care of her friends; just delay things for now."

Situ Jue acknowledged, "Yes, I’ll come over tomorrow."

Bo Yan added, "Just rest here; we have plenty of rooms, we won’t miss one for you."

"Yes."

Once the room fell completely silent, Bo Yan’s gaze settled on the girl’s pale face with a complex look in his eyes. He remembered the questions he had asked Yuran, and her responses as well.

Even so, she would just grit her teeth and get through the next day. The discomfort was hers alone to bear; taking leave would mean the entire crew would suffer. Back then, resources were already scarce, so of course she couldn’t be willful; moreover, it wasn’t as if she couldn’t endure it.