My Fortune-Blessed Leading Lady
Chapter 290: Wedding Night

Chapter 290: Chapter 290: Wedding Night

As soon as Bo Yan’s guests left, the original guests staying at the castle, showing good sense, each grabbed a servant to lead them back to their rooms.

Before returning to their rooms, they didn’t forget to butter up the great actor Bo Yan.

"Great Actor Bo Yan, happy newlywed life!"

"Great Actor Bo Yan, a spring night is worth a thousand gold, happy newlywed life!"

"Actor Bo Yan, happy newlyweds."

Bo Yan looked at Xiaoqi’s three best friends, his brows slightly raised, then turned to the butler, "Give the red envelopes I prepared to the three guests."

The butler, "Yes, Young Master Qi."

The three girls didn’t expect their good fortune to come so quickly; they thanked him profusely and then happily followed the servants away.

Yuran stretched out her hand, intending to call the three back, but Bo Yan pulled her back into his arms, holding her so tightly she couldn’t move. Annan seemed to sense a slight commotion.

Weiwei turned her head, only to see the couple clinging to each other intensely. She frowned, thinking she was perhaps overthinking things.

Leading Yuran back to his room, Bo Yan looked at her, half-smiling, "Baby, have you forgotten that we got married today? You need to accompany me."

Yuran felt nervous just looking at his fine and profound features, though they were married, but "Qi Ge..."

She called him Bo Yan, her fingers fidgeting with the buttons on his shirt, trying to negotiate terms, but just after calling out "Qi Ge," she was refused by Bo Yan.

"Baby, no, that’s not okay, I refuse."

Yuran: "...won’t you even listen to what I have to say?"

Bo Yan, "You’re definitely going to say you’re not ready, asking me to wait, no, that’s not okay, I can’t wait, we are married."

Bo Yan’s mother was already resting in her room, but after much thought, still feeling Yuran was too young, she couldn’t resist calling Bo Yan.

Meanwhile, Bo Yan had trapped Yuran between himself and the couch. The phone on the side kept flashing, and both saw the caller’s name.

Bo Yan’s face suddenly turned very dark.

Yuran, feeling like she had been rescued, looked at him, "Qi Ge, aren’t you going to answer your godmother’s call? If you don’t, she might come over here right away."

Bo Yan: "..."

Taking advantage of the moment he moved one hand to answer the call, Yuran quickly slipped out from under his arm and escaped into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. Bo Yan’s eyes narrowed slightly as if mocking Yuran’s temporary escape.

He swiped his finger on the screen and answered the call.

"Mom, aren’t you resting?"

Bo Yan’s mother, "Xiao Qi, I’ve been thinking, Yuran is still young, how about you wait two more years?"

Bo Yan, "Mom, there are plenty of countries where people can marry at sixteen or seventeen. Yuran is already nineteen, well, almost nineteen, but I think it’s no longer necessary to make your son suffer, right?"

Bo Yan’s mother remained firm, "No, Yuran is still young. Wait until you have the wedding ceremony in China, then we can talk about this."

"Are you even going to manage your son’s wedding night?"

Bo Yan’s mother also felt somewhat uneasy, "I’m not trying to manage, I’m just worried about Yuran, that’s all."

Bo Yan, "Your son and your prized Yuran just got married, mother, try to understand."

Bo Yan’s mother, "Okay, okay, let’s both take a step back. If Yuran isn’t willing, you can’t force her."

Bo Yan didn’t agree outright, instead thinking to himself, willing or not, it doesn’t count if Yuran says it, it counts if I say it. Everything is negotiable, except this.

He wanted to hang up the phone, but his mother wouldn’t allow it, dragging on for half an hour until she was worn down and finally threw in the towel, "I’m not dealing with you two anymore."

Looking at the disconnected smartphone, Bo Yan’s thin lips slightly lifted.

When the butler brought over the late-night snack, Yuran still hadn’t left the room. He was a bit worried and went straight to the bathroom door after closing the main door.

He knocked, but there was no response from inside. His brows furrowed and he called out a few times, yet still no reply.

He chuckled to himself and barged in. In his own room, everything was fingerprint-sensitive; it was effortless for him to do as he pleased in his own territory.

Perhaps because she had spent the entire day tending to the trivial matters of the wedding, Yuran was extremely tired. She was leaning against the bathtub, looking worn out, her body already bathed and wrapped in a bathrobe, her semi-dry hair cascading over her shoulders, her beautifully lined legs pressed together as if she were a mermaid who had just stealthily climbed ashore.

So tiny as to tug at one’s heartstrings.

Bo Yan took a large stride towards her, his gaze sticking to the shiny whiteness of her exposed calf, unwilling to shift away even for a moment.

In the end, he did turn his gaze away and squatted beside the young girl, "Baby, go to bed and sleep, hmm?"

Yuran, heavy with sleep, groggily opened her eyes and looked at him blankly. Bo Yan took the chance to pinch her arm and pull her up.

The drooping bathrobe enveloped her entirely, covering her porcelain-white skin, but both of her bare feet were showing. This image was capable of stirring the imagination of any man interested in her.

Additionally, after having taken a bath, her porcelain-white skin was flushed pink, and her semi-dry hair fell through the open neckline of the bathrobe, hiding her curves. Bo Yan averted his eyes, his Adam’s apple bobbing twice, his body stiffening a bit.

The person before him was his newlywed wife.

And also, the person he longed for.

And at this very moment, she was unwittingly presenting her most beautiful self in front of him.

He...

Exhaling deeply, he wrapped the half-awake girl in his arms—invoking the feeling of warm, soft jade and a pleasant scent. She snuggled into his embrace without any defenses, her arms still encircling his neck, deepening the darkness in his eyes.

Yuran was completely unaware of how intimate their current position was. On a normal day, this would be nothing, but her donning just a bathrobe made it infinitely tempting.

"Tired."

Yuran snuggled a bit more in his arms, and the bathrobe’s already loose neckline opened slightly wider, revealing her beautiful collarbones and some skin below.

Bo Yan’s breathing grew a bit heavier, yet helplessly, he picked her up and carried her to the bed—the room, cool and austere, now bathed in a warm yellow light that became tranquil and gentle with the addition of its new mistress.

Atop the bed, the faint scent of pine was soothing.

Yuran lay on the bed, her waist-long, semi-wet hair like sprawling seaweed spread across the silk pillows and sheets, sleeping soundly. Her eyes trembled lightly from time to time—unsettled.

Bo Yan sighed, quickly changed into his home clothes, and lay down beside her, holding her tightly in his arms.

"Sleep, I’m here."

The soft and warm words next to her ear seemed to instantly calm Yuran. Her tightly furrowed brow relaxed, and she snuggled deeper into Bo Yan’s embrace before drifting off to a peaceful sleep.

Bo Yan thought that surely no one’s wedding night was as miserable as his.

Utterly deplorable.

It was one thing for his mother to call and meddle, but even his own wife was being uncooperative. What did that mean? Was she just looking out for herself?

Ultimately unwilling to wake someone so exhausted, Bo Yan sighed, lowered his gaze to look at her—under the light, the girl lay on her side in his arms, with a few strands of dry hair sticking to her cheek and lips.

The bathrobe had slid open quite a bit, revealing much of the spring scenery within.