My Fortune-Blessed Leading Lady
Chapter 284: Single Aristocrats Walking Hand in Hand, Whoever Marries First is a Dog

Chapter 284: Chapter 284: Single Aristocrats Walking Hand in Hand, Whoever Marries First is a Dog

Bo Yan nodded, "Yeah, that’s it. Do you like it?"

"I love it!" She had trouble taking her eyes off the design when she first saw it, but then she seemed to think of a detail and asked, "But, Xiaoqi, isn’t the originally curved tiny diamond, when looked at in three dimensions, somewhat like..."

Before she could finish, Bo Yan interrupted her, "This is our fate. In fact, it might be exactly because our bond is so strong that even the design coincidentally matches us."

This explanation was actually quite far-fetched, but Yuran was so delighted after hearing it that she completely forgot to consider whether it made any sense.

Seeing her happy, Bo Yan smiled warmly as well.

He didn’t know why this young girl was so easily contented, and even two years older than him?

It really didn’t show.

He was so rich, she could have as big a diamond as she wanted. Don’t tell him there aren’t diamonds that big; as long as you have the money, you can have any size you want.

But it didn’t matter. As long as he prepared it for her, that was enough. If she liked this set of rings, then she would wear this set of rings.

As long as she liked them.

Yuran finally shifted her gaze from the rings and looked at Bo Yan with a smile, asking out of the blue, "Xiaoqi, are you planning to put the rings on me right now?"

Bo Yan closed the ring box and shook his head, "No, I want to put them on you personally when we have witnesses, and you can’t back out of marrying me."

Yuran was taken aback for a moment, then said softly, "How could I possibly back out?"

"I’m afraid."

Yuran: "..."

The two dawdled, spending quite some time until a servant knocked on the door to remind them, "Young Master Xiaoqi, the makeup artist has arrived. Should I start doing the lady’s makeup now?"

"Come in."

The team of makeup artists filed in, Bo Yan had already put the ring in his pocket, watching Yuran being led away by the makeup artist, then he turned and stood at the door, ready to guard while Yuran was getting her makeup done.

On a regular day, Yuran’s makeup was very light, just like the so-called ’no makeup’ look that people often mentioned.

Yet in "Glory" and "Emperor Shun of Tang," whether it was the makeup that emphasized historical elements or the costumes, everything seemed to suit Yuran’s face perfectly. Even so...

He still wished to see Yuran apply her wedding makeup for him, a unique makeup look that he could remember for a lifetime, created just for him.

A servant hesitated behind him and nervously reminded, "Young Master Xiaoqi, your makeup team is about to arrive."

Bo Yan, somewhat reluctant, nodded and walked over to Yuran. The makeup artist stepped aside, and Bo Yan leaned down, whispering in Yuran’s ear, "Are you ready to marry me?"

Yuran, with her eyes closed, suddenly opened them and met Bo Yan’s gaze in the mirror. Bo Yan seemed a bit nervous, his smile delicate and enchanting. Yuran, as if bewitched, nodded.

"I’m ready."

Bo Yan turned his head and left a kiss on her face, "Wife, The Rest of Life, I shall grow old with you."

The voice was soft, almost a whisper in her ear. After hearing it, Yuran saw the tender feelings in his eyes that almost drowned her, and her eyes reddened, overwhelmed by emotion.

But Bo Yan then said, "The Rest of Life, every ’good morning’ will be from me, and every ’good night,’ too."

"Okay!"

...

Bo Yan returned to his room and saw his groomsmen squeezed inside—all of them incredibly handsome, with high cheekbones, long legs, and dressed in suits exuding exceptional charisma.

They stood in a row, four in total.

Aside from the witness Si Yao, among the remaining three, two were twins, and the other was a pure foreigner with blond hair and blue eyes.

When they saw Bo Yan push the door open and enter, all four of them immediately turned their gazes toward him. Si Yao had a rather stern look, with fair skin, naturally brown hair, mixed features, and deep blue eyes.

Upon seeing Bo Yan, the first words out of his mouth were, "Back when we used to hang out, you’d rush about, ranting and raving, ’The singles stick together; whoever gets married first is a dog.’

What’s this? Young Master Xiaoqi can’t make up his mind and wants to be a dog?"

The twin brothers looked exactly alike, both the effeminate type like bewitching fox spirits, with phoenix eyes, high nose bridges, and thin lips—they could be live-action demons.

One was called Lu Xizhou, and the other Lu Nanzhou.

Following Si Yao’s teasing, the twins naturally joined in with the banter.

Lu Xizhou said, "Xiaoqi, why don’t you bark twice for us to hear?"

Lu Nanzhou added, "Yeah, yeah, imitate a Siberian Husky’s howl, ’Ow-woo,’ that stupid sound."

The sole foreigner, Herman, had the typical white features: blond hair, blue eyes, a prominent nose, and an ambiguous smile playing on his lips. He was the sixth oldest, only two months older than Bo Yan.

After everyone had their turn teasing, he simply raised an eyebrow, his emerald green eyes as enchanting as the gemstone itself, captivating and full of allure.

His gaze rested intently on Bo Yan.

The makeup artist team stood in a corner of the room, trying to make themselves as inconspicuous as possible. These men had such a powerful presence that getting any closer felt almost breathless—it was truly difficult.

Bo Yan ignored them all, walked over to a spot, and sat down, instructing the makeup artists to get started with his makeup quickly.

The four men whined unhappily. Herman clicked his tongue twice and blurted out in his London accent, "Xiaoqi, that’s not very honorable of you! We came all this way for this treatment?"

Bo Yan saw the four faces full of schadenfreude in the mirror and humphed, "Xixi fell into your hands yet? You start acting all high and mighty?"

Herman’s complexion went pale at Bo Yan’s sharp and venomous remark: "..."

Bo Yan then turned to the twin brothers, "Dear brothers, being single for so many years, even dogs might start not recognizing you! I received a call from Mother Lu a few days ago; I told her I was about to get married.

Mother Lu asked me to relay a message to you both, that if by the end of next year you still haven’t found girlfriends, she will hang your personal information in the city’s matchmaking corner, complete with all contact details and three versions of your photos."

The twin brothers turned pale, almost laughing and crying at the same time, "We’re all brothers; there’s no need to be so faceless, is there?"

When Bo Yan’s gaze shifted to Si Yao, Si Yao was quite composed, his stern face expressionless, seemingly just waiting for his turn; Bo Yan averted his head.

Si Yao asked, "Can’t find my sore spot? Can’t ridicule me? Shall I throw a few more barbs your way? No thanks needed."

Bo Yan: "..."

They were originally a group of seven, but two of them were still on an island training and couldn’t return, so they had video called with Bo Yan the night before. Everyone knew about it, and no one mentioned the absent pair.

They all reserved their opinions until they saw the person Bo Yan wanted to marry.

Moreover, the investigation report stated in black and white that Bo Yan’s marriage partner really wasn’t a good person.

Without meeting him, they withheld judgment, but deep down, they were willing to believe that anyone who caught Bo Yan’s eye and made him consider marriage must be extraordinary.