My Fortune-Blessed Leading Lady
Chapter 307: Fusion, Invincible Under the Heaven

Chapter 307: Chapter 307: Fusion, Invincible Under the Heaven

The little princess certainly didn’t lack money.

After ending the call with Yuran, Bai Leyao climbed onto the official Weibo account to post an update.

Bai Leyao V: Regarding the Weibo account that offered a reward to insult Qu Dongdong, I take it back. Even if Qu Dongdong doesn’t come forward, I won’t take back the money, and I’ll add an extra five million for a lottery draw for a thousand lucky viewers. Also, everyone should definitely not learn from my action of offering a reward; it’s not a strong solution, but the lowest method to solve a problem. Let’s end this topic here, thank you all.

Her actions were swift, and when she said she’d give out red packets, she really did distribute them.

The online insults receded like the tide, and Bai Leyao’s bold move actually gained her quite a few fans, but she still felt unworthy at heart.

She could take revenge on Qu Dongdong in private, whether through power or otherwise, but inciting cyberbullying was the worst approach, and she regretfully did just that.

As her brother, Bai Shaoyu knew her inner thoughts when his sister decided to add to the pot and delete the Weibo message; he couldn’t help but feel a deeper sense of agreement.

At least, his sister didn’t think that inciting cyberbullying was the right thing to do, she would reflect on it, and she was brave enough to admit her mistakes.

At that time, he was also discussing his sister’s issue with their parents.

Their family was quite surprised by her action, and Bai Dad marveled, "Our family’s arrogant little princess actually admitted she was wrong."

Bai Mom glared at him, "When the baby didn’t admit her mistake, who was it that said they were going to teach her a lesson? Now that she’s admitted it, she’s wrong?

Bai Dad: "...I didn’t say that either."

As for how Qu Dongdong was doing now, aside from those who cared about her, Yuran and the others didn’t, as forgiving someone who had hurt them wasn’t something they could do; not disturbing them was the best ceasefire.

Bo Yan had a heavy role in "Emperor Shun of Tang," and she was busy reshooting some scenes for "Glory," so within a week, aside from sleeping together, they actually had no overlapping free time.

And even sleeping together wasn’t every day, for several days, Bo Yan didn’t have time to come home.

Her schoolwork had suddenly become busy. Sometimes when things happen, they all happen at once, but when Yuran was called to the office by her tutor and informed she needed to represent the school for a one-week visit of school representatives from the United Arab Emirates to China, her heart sank.

Diwai had cultural exchange dealings with a certain high school in Abu Dhabi, and this visit was all about exporting and importing knowledge.

The friendly relations between the two schools also invisibly established opportunities for exchange and cooperation.

Yuran looked uncertainly at her tutor and asked, "Wouldn’t it be bad for me to be the representative, Professor? I’m still a novice in languages; if I do something poorly and leave a bad impression on the visitors, it would reflect poorly on our school."

The tutor, a man in his fifties, smiled kindly upon hearing this, "We’ve compared comprehensive scores from various aspects, and you’ve also been through a professional oral proficiency test. Don’t you know your own results?"

That test had been three days ago, and Yuran had not yet received her results, so she shook her head in confusion, "Professor, are you talking about that little test from three days ago?"

No way, such an important decision was made so casually?

Without much careful consideration?

It wasn’t that Yuran was unwilling, but she was genuinely worried she might disgrace the school.

That would be like having her soul nailed to a pillar of shame.

On one hand, she had no experience with this kind of reception, and on the other, she was concerned that her expertise was insufficient to perfectly execute the task.

The mentor seemed to sense her concern and explained, "Don’t worry, you’re not going alone, but with me."

Yuran was even more puzzled, but now felt much more at ease.

Afterwards, when Bo Yan had time, Yuran got busy. She was occupied with studying, with improving her expertise, and Bo Yan often saw her head straight to the study as soon as she got home.

She continued even after dinner.

One day, Bo Yan caught Yuran, who had put down her bowl and was about to return to the study, and embraced her. Looking at her tired face, his eyes filled with worry, "Baby, what have you been busy with lately?"

Yuran simply recounted to Bo Yan what she needed to do, "This exchange program seems to be taken very seriously by the school, I can’t be the last one, how embarrassing would that be?"

Bo Yan didn’t rush to clean up the bowls and chopsticks on the table. Instead, he took her to the study to look at the material she had organized over the past few days, mainly about cultural relics, culture, history, cuisine, and educational exchange.

The other party wanted to condense the whole country into a microcosm through details, using a week’s time for cultural exchange, which meant there was a lot of work to do afterwards.

The study was filled with materials rivaling a small library. Even so, it wasn’t enough to find everything Yuran needed. Many suggestions and questions were set aside, marked with a question mark.

The organized materials she had were at least ten centimeters high.

"Are you planning to memorize all this?"

Yuran nodded, her expression a mix of confusion and pain, "I’m actually quite slow at memorizing things, but if I don’t go into detail, I’m worried I won’t do well."

Bo Yan chuckled, pulling her into his arms and sitting down together on the carpet, as he flipped through the materials she had organized, "Baby, you’ve entered a misconception, do you know that?"

Yuran let out a sound of realization, twisting her body to face him, "I’m all ears."

"You’re anxious because of the reputation of the other party, but there’s really no need to be. Come on, let me give you a preview."

As Bo Yan said that, Yuran didn’t quite understand and was about to ask what he meant when Bo Yan’s thin, carmine lips uttered fluent Arabic, comparable to a native speaker.

Yuran: "..."

Nobody had ever told her that Bo Yan’s language talent was so good... right?

But she didn’t get stage fright in front of Bo Yan. They went back and forth, turning the study into a battleground for exchange. Bo Yan pointed out the shortcomings in the materials she had prepared: they were cumbersome, slow, and even overly complex.

Through the conversation, he indirectly informed Yuran what the theme of the exchange was, its purpose, and how the content should be presented and showcased.

Bo Yan seemed casual as he chatted away, yet when responding to Yuran’s questions, each reply always got straight to the point, hitting the nail on the head.

It made Yuran feel as if the time she had wasted before was like a prison, trapping her in place. With Bo Yan’s guidance, she had an epiphany. Afterward, with a smile in her eyes, she hugged Bo Yan and gave him a kiss.

"Qi Ge, you’re really amazing."

What’s most precious in the world is not finding someone who truly loves you.

It’s that the person you love encourages mutual growth, making both individuals better, equally matched.

Apart, each is incredible; together, they are invincible.