My Fortune-Blessed Leading Lady
Chapter 300: No, I Just Like It When You Flirt With Me In Person

Chapter 300: Chapter 300: No, I Just Like It When You Flirt With Me In Person

"If you have nothing to hide, why be so cautious?" Lan Yi scoffed, summoning her Little Assistant to wrap up for the day. Lin Zhan ran his fingers through his hair with a humph, "Pssh...do you think secrets are something you can just demand to hear? If I told you, could it still be called a secret?"

Yuran had just found a quiet corner with her phone in hand when it vibrated again. She almost didn’t hesitate to answer, her voice carrying a hint of joy, "Seventh Brother..."

On the other side, Bo Yan, having seen the news of her injury on the official account, was seething with anger and wore an expression so gloomy it was frightening, enhanced by his calls going unanswered as he was clueless about the extent of her injuries. The whole aura about him was intimidating.

Xie Cheng thought that, over the years, after calming down, such a ferocious temperament had rarely surfaced on him.

But now, with Yuran having suffered only a minor injury, his worldview seemed ready to shatter, truly making one’s heart tremble.

The Bo Yan of the past would disdain even holding a phone, but now, after getting married, he wished he could have his phone glued to him every day.

Yuran was set as a special alert on his phone so that he would know the moment she posted any update.

When he received the special alert today, he had just finished filming and was resting. On seeing the news, his originally indifferent and cool expression was instantly shrouded in darkness.

It deterred Jiang Yan, who had wanted to come over and chat, from even daring to approach him.

Xie Cheng immediately understood when his own phone alerted him. As he watched Bo Yan make call after call to Yuran until he got through, he thought Bo Yan would at least start by questioning why she hadn’t answered her phone, but instead...

"Mhm."

His voice was so gentle it seemed to drip with tenderness, the exact opposite of his countenance.

Xie Cheng: "..."

Unaware of the situation on his end, Yuran cheerfully continued, "Seventh Brother, is your filming going smoothly? Are you coming back tomorrow? Should I come pick you up, or no, wait, should I just stay home and prepare a big meal for you instead?"

"Baby..." Bo Yan interrupted her, sighing, and there was a touch of helplessness in his voice, "Baby, you’re hurt. You don’t need to do anything, just rest well, okay?"

It took a moment for Yuran to suddenly remember the status update she had posted on the official account. At the time, she wasn’t thinking much about it; she was just irritated with Qu Dongdong and had confronted her directly.

She forgot how her post would make Bo Yan sad and worried.

The smile at the corner of her lips faded, her voice becoming soothing, "Seventh Brother, I’m fine. It’s just a scratch from a piece of porcelain. It’ll be better in a few days. It’s really nothing serious, you don’t have to worry."

Getting injured used to be a common occurrence for her, but she had never had anyone this concerned about her before.

"Be good and don’t make me worry, okay? I’ll be finished here soon and I’ll call you when I’m back. I’ve already called the family doctor at the old mansion. He’ll be going to Platinum Imperial Palace later to check on your wound and give it professional treatment. If you want to confront someone, just do it. No need to hold back or have any reservations. But I have just one request."

Yuran paused, her voice tinged with uncertainty, "What is it?"

"Baby, don’t let yourself get hurt. I care about you and can’t stand seeing you injured, and I am not a good man. I have a violent streak, and I don’t know what I might end up doing," he admitted.

Feeling guilty, Yuran didn’t dare to retort and took a while before tenderly coaxing, "Seventh Brother, I promise, there won’t be a next time. Absolutely."

"And what if there is a next time and you get hurt again?" he pressed.

"Then I’ll sleep with you," she quipped.

Bo Yan: "..."

He had been ready to reprimand her with a stern face, but she had easily cajoled him, and his seriousness broke, unable to help but sigh, "Baby..."

"Come on, Seventh Brother, don’t be mad. It’s really just a small cut. Next time, I won’t let myself get hurt again, truly. You have to believe me. I’m your wife, how can you not trust me?"

The weight of that argument left him with no ground to stand on, and Bo Yan grunted, "Have you finished shooting?"

"Just finished. Lin Bo is here to pick me up. I’ve been very good these past few days. Lin Bo has been giving me rides to and from work. Seventh Brother, it was really just an accident, I promise."

"Mhm."

She didn’t know that when he saw the news of her injury, he almost couldn’t hold onto his phone. Fortunately, after opening the news, he calmed down a bit. He was really a man of few emotions, and it was not easy for him to like someone; once he did, he couldn’t bear to see even the slightest harm come to her.

Qu Dongdong?

Listening to someone being coaxed by her, Yuran chuckled, "Seventh Brother, when you come back, it will be our turn to play opposite each other. What a shame, you are already taken."

Bo Yan was amused by her and couldn’t help saying, "Oh, does my baby want the leading role? That can be arranged!"

"No, no, no, I like Xie Qingcheng. Besides, Xie Qingcheng is the one you love in heart, isn’t he? The author has said that on the map of his career, Emperor Shun of Tang is an incomparable ruler, but in terms of love, indeed, a complete muddle."

There are records in unofficial history that he lived in solitude for half his life. If Emperor Shun of Tang really loved the female protagonist and she lived even longer than him, would he be lonely? Because the person he loved had died, that’s why he would end up lonely."

"Right, very good, you have a deep understanding of the script. Are you hoping I will praise you?" Bo Yan laughed from the other end.

Yuran’s face suddenly reddened, and she hummed, "I don’t need it, I’m missing you."

Bo Yan: ".... Baby, let’s make a deal."

"Hmm?"

"Don’t tease me over the phone. If you’re brave enough, do it in person."

Yuran chuckled twice, "I’m not stupid."

"Oh, you know you’re not stupid? Then why do you keep doing foolish things?"

The topic circled back, and Yuran couldn’t help but give a laugh-cry response, her voice drawling out in a whine, "Seventh Brother~~~~~~ I was wrong."

"So, are Seventh Brother’s conditions too much?"

Yuran, "Not too much, whatever Seventh Brother says is right."

"So, when Seventh Brother comes back, is it okay to tease me in person?"

"You actually like being teased in person?"

"No, I only like when you tease me in person."

Yuran: "...."

Bo Yan, "Is silence the equivalent of consent? Baby, I’ve got my eyes on you."

"...."

....

After talking on the phone with Bo Yan, Yuran’s mood improved a lot. Lin Zhan drove her home, informing her that the doctor had already gone to the Platinum Imperial Palace first, and he also asked very worriedly about her injuries.

He felt he had failed in his duty, unable to prevent her from getting hurt even while watching over her.

Yuran reassured him with a few words, asking, "Lin Zhan, did my Seventh Brother tell you about my injury?"

Lin Zhan nodded, "The young master called me and insisted that I ensure the doctor re-treated your wound properly, he’s very concerned."

Yuran felt a warm feeling in her heart and responded with a hum, "I understand, Lin Zhan. Thank you for the trouble."

Lin Zhan shook his head, "Miss, don’t blame the young master for being so cautious, he’s just really worried about you."

"I know, Lin Zhan."