My Fortune-Blessed Leading Lady
Chapter 310: Don’t Force Yourself into a Circle You Don’t Belong In

Chapter 310: Chapter 310: Don’t Force Yourself into a Circle You Don’t Belong In

The time for the cultural visit from the United Arab Emirates quickly arrived.

After numerous revisions and discussions with her tutor, Yuran’s prepared materials were finally approved, to the satisfaction of her tutor as well.

As Yuran was changing clothes in the walk-in closet at home, Bo Yan leaned casually against the doorframe, watching her with an unabashed gaze.

She felt awkward whether she continued to dress or not.

Clutching a set of apricot-colored Chanel-style suit, she walked over to Bo Yan, and with a red-lipped pout, she proffered, "Mr. Bo, would you please step out for a moment?"

Bo Yan arched an eyebrow, amused at how the girl was ordering him around with a seductive trick, "Am I really that easy to send away?"

Yuran,"Aren’t you?"

Bo Yan: "...It seems, I am."

Yuran laughed out loud, pushing him out and closing the door. She was quick, and a few minutes later, she opened the door again to see the famous actor looking aggrieved outside.

His face was a picture of protest.

Yuran: "..."

Dressed in professional attire, Yuran exuded a mature confidence. Her hair was tied up high into a bun, making her look even younger.

This was Bo Yan’s first time seeing her dressed like this—somewhat refreshed. He wanted to wrap her in his arms and kiss her, but considering her delicate and refined makeup, he didn’t have the heart to ruin it.

Sensing his hesitation, Yuran felt touched and, with a chuckle, stepped forward to grab his hand, "Kiss me tonight when I get back, okay?"

Bo Yan pouted, "Since we got married, you’ve gotten better at manipulating and pacifying me. Every time you make a promise, I end up without a leg to stand on, truly aggrieved."

Yuran: "...Pfft... Alright, alright, I swear I’ll keep my promise tonight."

The revered actor instantly turned haughty, "I doubt it."

Yuran, half laughing and half crying, reached out to hold his face, insisting he look at her, "Don’t look away, after we got married, Gege, your temper has grown. Don’t you believe I would make you stand in the corner as punishment?"

Bo Yan: "...Are you threatening me now?"

Yuran pressed her lips to his face, leaving a red lipstick mark, and couldn’t help but snicker, "Dare I? Xie Cheng has been here for quite a while now, don’t you have a lot of scenes today? Why are you still lingering at home?"

"I stayed to have breakfast with you, not knowing if I’ll be shooting all night."

"Then you say tonight..."

Bo Yan, "What did I say about tonight?"

Yuran pushed him gently, at a loss for words with his thick skin, "I’ll do my best, Mr. Bo."

"Go for it!"

...

The visiting school team had someone to pick them up at the airport, and Yuran and her tutor were in charge of the visitors’ itinerary and learning content for the next seven days, so they just needed to wait at the school. There was a decent hotel by the north gate of Diwai where, Yuran heard from her tutor, the visiting team planned to stay.

Of course, this was only temporary.

At ten o’clock sharp, Yuran, along with her tutor, officially met the visitors.

The delegation consisted of ten people, led by a Chinese-looking individual with black hair and eyes, standing out among a group of men dressed in traditional Arab attire with kanduras, headscarves, and headbands.

The tutor explained to her, "That person is said to be a Chinese language professor from the visiting school, an Ivy League School Ph.D. with extensive teaching experience."

Yuran was puzzled, "If they have such an excellent person leading the group, why are they asking our school to prepare?"

The mentor shook his head, "The fact that this Ph.D. leader exists, I too only just found out not long ago, maybe it’s because that person has been abroad for so many years, they don’t know how to plan their itinerary for a while, and so they chose to cooperate with our academy."

Here it convinced Yuran; initially, Yuran thought the same, but over the following days, she completely changed her mind.

The leader on the other side had a very pleasant name, called Qin Yunong, implying: gentle as the spring breeze and rain, affectionate and deep.

Yuran originally went to receive this group of guests from afar with full confidence, but obviously, they were not satisfied.

Although Qin Yunong didn’t point out any faults, the dissatisfaction with the arrangements was evident in her speech and behavior.

Apart from Qin Yunong, the team of ten others got along well.

After arranging the guests and sending them to the hotel, Yuran was spread too thin for three consecutive days.

She wasn’t someone who would feel sorry for herself, but facing Qin Yunong, she truly felt very hard-pressed.

Qin Yunong, harbored hidden hostility towards her.

On the first day, she thought it was her own illusion; over the next two days, she was certain that Qin Yunong’s hostility was directed at her.

She pondered and reviewed her memories, unable to find any wrongdoing that could have caused Qin Yunong to remember her as an offender.

On the third day, she understood the key issue.

For three consecutive days, whether as a tour guide or a translator, Yuran felt physically and mentally exhausted, and it wasn’t just physical fatigue, it was mental.

After she arranged for the guests to stay at Hotel Y and was ready to leave, she was unexpectedly stopped by Qin Yunong, "Yuran?"

The quiet corridor was somewhat dim, and shadows stretched long; Yuran turned around to see Qin Yunong partly shrouded in the half-shadow. Seeing that Yuran didn’t reply, Qin Yunong continued, "Yuran, can we talk for a bit?"

Yuran’s face was expressionless, "Talk about what? Miss Qin seems to know me?"

"I can’t say I know you; I’ve just heard some things."

It’s just that the Yuran she heard about was very different from the Yuran she was seeing now.

She was originally...

Forget it, there’s no point in talking about that now.

Yuran could tell the implication of having "heard some things," and scoffed, "Miss Qin, your hostility towards me these past three days, I wonder if it’s just my own misperception."

Qin Yunong prided herself on concealing her emotions well and didn’t expect to be seen through; should she deny it?

She, Qin Yunong, was not someone who lacked the courage to own up to her actions.

"It’s not really hostility; I was just observing you, perhaps too directly."

This explanation, Yuran reluctantly accepted. Qin Yunong raised an eyebrow and smiled, "Miss Yuran, you don’t need to be wary of me. Here in the Lower Imperial Capital, I wouldn’t do anything to you, let’s just talk."

Yuran this time didn’t make excuses but followed Qin Yunong to her room, closed the door, and Qin Yunong got straight to the point, "I received a call from a friend in the circle, saying that the Bo Family’s adopted daughter has turned over a new leaf."

Yuran didn’t like this kind of opening statement, and looked straight into the other’s eyes, "Miss Qin, whatever you want to say, just say it directly. Beating around the bush, I believe, is a waste of time. Which circle, ’the circle?’ My former circle, the people of the Imperial Community, would you even care about it?"

Indeed, they wouldn’t care about it.

Qin Yunong indubitably agreed, "Bo Yan is quite a figure in the Imperial Community; who would have thought that until now, you are still dragging him down. You’ve stayed with the Bo Family for so long, don’t you feel the slightest bit of shame?"

Yuran was amused, "Miss Qin, I don’t understand what you mean. Are you asking on behalf of yourself, the people of the Imperial Community, or someone else?"

Qin Yunong, "I think you should leave a circle that doesn’t belong to you. You are part of the Imperial Community, yet you are not. Without the Bo Family, nobody would know who you were. Tell me, am I wrong?

It’s so pointless to force yourself into a circle where you don’t belong."