My Fortune-Blessed Leading Lady
Chapter 285: A Wedding Gift for My Brother and Sister-in-law

Chapter 285: Chapter 285: A Wedding Gift for My Brother and Sister-in-law

Bo Yan was led aside by the makeup artist for his makeup session and during the break, he asked, "Boss, elder brothers, you’re attending my wedding without bringing me any gifts, but what about the presents for your younger sibling?"

Si Yao: "Xiaoqi, I’m puzzled. It’s your wedding, and we’re here to be your groomsmen. Isn’t that an honor on its own? Since when do you demand gifts?"

Lu Xizhou chimed in, "Exactly, exactly. And to talk back to you, isn’t it distasteful for you to get married so early, Xiaoqi?"

Lu Nanzhou added, "Because of your wedding, Xizhou and I are now too scared to even make a phone call home. We dare not answer when our mom calls—are you still in the position to ask for gifts?"

Herman proposed, "Xixi listens to you the most. How about I send a gift after you put in a good word for me?"

Bo Yan gave everyone a look that said it all, "Broke to the core, yet you still have the nerve to attend the wedding?"

That disdain...

Everyone’s expressions were quite a sight.

Si Yao, with his usual deadpan face, said, "Aren’t we just poor? My woman is practically made of money, so no spare cash."

Bo Yan ruthlessly burst Si Yao’s bubble, "Catch up with her first before you say that, boss. It’s really hard for us; we don’t want to burst your bubble, yet we can’t bear to hear your nonsense.

You think she likes you just because she hasn’t shot you through the heart? I’ve seen self-pity, but never to this extent."

A crack finally appeared on Si Yao’s expressionless face, and deep down, he really wanted to bring a needle and thread to sew shut the mouth of this youngest and sharpest-tongued of the group.

The few onlookers, rarely seeing Si Yao defeated, mysteriously felt a sense of pleasure in watching the show.

That is, until Si Yao’s icy gaze swept over, and everyone hurriedly looked away, pretending to be nonchalant, glancing here and there.

Cowards, every last one.

Si Yao huffed, "Fooling yourselves. If you’ve got the guts to watch the drama unfold, then have the guts to stand up to it."

Lu Xizhou laughed, "Boss, it wasn’t me who hit where it hurts; there’s no need to take it so personally and lash out at me!"

Lu Nanzhou hastily waved his hands, "Boss, you know me, I’m the kindest one among us."

Herman, rubbing his head carelessly, said, "Boss, you see I’m useless too, how could I laugh at you when I haven’t caught up with anyone myself?"

Why should men make life hard for other men?

The real troublemaker is the one sitting there getting makeup applied, right?

So everyone’s gaze turned to Bo Yan, who was well aware of it but chose to pretend not to see, eyes closed as he underwent the ordeal of being dolled up by the makeup artist.

But that didn’t stop the sharp-tongued movie star Bo Yan, "You guys have more drama than I do as an actor. They say three women make a drama, but look at you, how many dramas come from four men?"

Lu Xizhou was puzzled. It was just a matter of finding a wife, so why did it make Bo Yan so much more comfortable to mock others as if it didn’t cost him anything?

An endless stream of nonsense.

"Xiaoqi, how much are you short on? In a moment, if we brothers start a fight, it might not look too good on your wedding day, and the scene might get ugly. What if it scares your younger sibling?"

Bo Yan wasn’t the least bit intimidated, "Come on then, who’s scared? You talk as if you’ve been married already."

That statement wasn’t right!

Thinking it over, Lu Xizhou realized it was a threat. If he let Bo Yan lose face at the wedding today, he, the unmarried one, might not end up faring well. The future was long; wouldn’t the retribution be swift and harsh?

Lu Xizhou: "..."

...

Fortunately, under such pressure, the makeup artists also wanted to finish their work quickly, so half an hour later, they had refined Bo Yan’s flawless features, with the dark eyeshadow at the corners of his eyes giving him an aura that drifted slightly into the shadows.

Si Yao, arms crossed, raised an eyebrow at groom-to-be Bo Yan before stepping forward towards him.

And throughout it all, Gao Can, who hadn’t managed to get a word in edgewise since entering the room, also stepped out of the corner, holding a folder in his hand.

Bo Yan raised an eyebrow, "Is that a gift?"

Si Yao couldn’t help but laugh, "Do I look like the exploitative Ge Langtai to you? This is what you deserve, a vineyard in Bordeaux, France, as a meeting gift for my sister-in-law.

Although I know you don’t lack anything, consider it a little gesture from an older brother."

Bo Yan accepted it without any pressure, flipping through it for a moment, "Alright, I’ll have Xie Cheng handle the renaming process."

Si Yao, "Feel free, Gao Can will cooperate anytime."

Bo Yan glanced sideways, looking at Gao Can standing next to Si Yao, his smile inscrutable. Gao Can’s spine tingling inexplicably, he offered Bo Yan a smile, "Seventh Master."

Bo Yan nodded, "Haven’t you guys been laughing at my jokes in the group? Enjoying them?"

Lu Nanzhou whispered cautiously into Lu Xizhou’s ear, "Isn’t that right, Xiaoqi has become so petty?"

Lu Xizhou nudged him with his elbow, pushing away some distance, "Are you kidding me, you let people laugh at your own jokes?"

Lu Nanzhou, "That would absolutely not be okay."

Lu Xizhou: "..."

Gao Can was momentarily at a loss for words but didn’t hesitate to pass the buck, "Seventh Master, honestly, that group wasn’t started by me. I’m just a spectator."

"So, the prime culprit?"

"Xie Cheng."

Bo Yan uttered a sound of acknowledgment, "Alright, thank you. I’ll have a good talk with Xie Cheng."

Gao Can: "..."

Seventh Master, are you a devil?

Now that the boss had shown his hand, it was absolutely necessary for the Lu Xizhou brothers and Herman to make their move. Lu Xizhou presented a property in the imperial capital with an estimated monthly rental income over one million, not too much, but also not too little.

Lu Nanzhou directly handed over a black card, "Just a little token, I hope my sister-in-law won’t disdain it."

Herman was much more straightforward and brutal, gifting an overseas luxury hotel management right, with all the revenue belonging to Yuran herself.

It was said that the hotel charges about 15,000 US Dollars per night.

Of course, that was just for the standard rooms; the prices for the more complex suites and presidential suites grew exponentially.

In essence, with just one wedding, Yuran’s net worth skyrocketed to many thousands times over, virtually becoming rich overnight.

Of course, Yuran didn’t know it yet. Bo Yan, looking at the items in his hands, raised his brows with considerable satisfaction, "Don’t worry, when you get married, I will prepare a modest gift too, if any of you brothers ever get that chance in this lifetime."

A few people: "..."

Bo Yan was truly venomous.

Their faces couldn’t look any worse, and Si Yao snorted, "Wouldn’t it be good to accumulate some virtue for yourself?"

Bo Yan, "I don’t believe in Buddha and don’t need to accumulate virtue. Besides, my Buddha’s compassion can’t save you single dogs, so give it up."

"Seventh Master, the lady has finished preparing." Suddenly, the butler’s voice came from outside the bedroom. Bo Yan swallowed all his words in an instant, and his expression also changed immediately.

The few had never seen Bo Yan like this, as if his entire being was filled with an expectant glow, slowly but surely illuminating the darkness around him.

His face wore anticipation, joy, and an inexplicable determination.