My Fortune-Blessed Leading Lady
Chapter 316: I Kissed You When I Left

Chapter 316: Chapter 316: I Kissed You When I Left

Yuran hummed in confusion.

"Silly!" Bo Yan leaned in and kissed her forehead. "With me by your side, you are clad in armor, indomitable, and peerless. I will protect you," he said.

Yuran’s entire heart felt as if it were soaking in a warm spring. She nodded, buried in his embrace. "I know."

Hearing her somewhat hoarse voice, Bo Yan hugged her even tighter. "Sleep, I’m here," he said.

"Okay."

That night, she slept very satisfactorily. When Yuran got up the next day, Bo Yan was still asleep, deeply so. She carefully got out of bed, not wanting to disturb him.

After having breakfast, she left a portion for Bo Yan and returned to her room. He was still asleep. Her expression was tender as she walked to the bedside and kissed Bo Yan.

"See you tonight, Brother Seven."

...

Yuran spent three exhilarating days touring the capital with the exchange team students, setting aside the displeasure with Qin Yunong. They were very happy throughout, as the visiting students were deeply interested in Chinese culture.

Yuran, with her extremely rich knowledge base, was fully able to address everyone’s questions.

The fifty-something-year-old mentor left blank spaces for Yuran, often letting her take the lead. After observing her for several days, he realized that Yuran was an exceptional talent.

Although a minority of the school’s mentors criticized her involvement in the entertainment industry, her capability was undeniable. Yuran had given him a very satisfactory answer sheet.

At least the exchange members served by Yuran expressed their contentment.

Yuran now stood before a Song Dynasty painting with several visiting team members, explaining the story behind the painting and the legends of the era with clear logic and eloquent speech.

The students from the visiting team listened with great interest, They said that Chinese is the most beautiful language in the world, with its beauty referring to its artistic conception. Arabic is not ugly, but when translating the beautiful Chinese poetry, it loses the flavor of the Chinese language.

However, the fifty-something professor discovered that Yuran was able to translate it into the most beautiful form of a foreign language.

Her talent for languages was excellent.

In the meantime, other foreign visitors approached the museum. An overseas lady said something to Yuran, who responded with a smile, conversing with her, and then the foreign lady’s expression brightened, praising Yuran with a few words.

Following that, several foreigners who were with the overseas lady all gathered around Yuran, and then she said something to the exchange team, switching to English explanations.

The people around were full of praise.

What nobody noticed was that, in an unremarkable corner, two young girls were quietly huddling together. "That one, in the crowd, that’s Yuran, right?"

"Where?"

The girl pointed to Yuran, who was surrounded by foreigners, "There, let’s move closer and listen."

"I think I see her too, wow... I’m going to take a picture."

And at this moment, Professor Lin, who was waiting on the side, was stopped by Yunong. "Professor Lin, your student Yuran is indeed very impressive," she said.

Professor Lin was a forthright person. He didn’t understand the complicated feelings of young girls and he was not stingy with his praise. "Indeed, I am not afraid of making Qin Miss laugh.

Before preparing to welcome your team, our school conducted a test. Yuran scored nearly fifty points ahead of the runner-up in her major, so she was chosen as the reception representative."

Yunong was somewhat surprised but then she said calmly, "Is that so? However, exams can depend on the right place, the right time, and the right people—perhaps she was just lucky."

Professor Lin shook his head. "Luck is also a form of strength. Her excellence isn’t just about this one time."

Yunong, looking at Professor Lin beside her, was somewhat speechless. After all this talk, the professor didn’t grasp what she was trying to express. "What I mean is, your school should give this opportunity to the students ranked second and third more often."

"Our team representatives are all easy to get along with; Professor Lin has seen it too."

Although Professor Lin was straightforward, he wasn’t deaf to the implications in others’ words. His smile faded as he politely asked, "Is Miss Qin dissatisfied with Yuran’s service?"

Qin Yunong was still smiling, but her smile didn’t reach her eyes, "Not at all. Everyone wants an outstanding person, but I’m willing to give the second and third place an equal opportunity. Who has more comprehensive strength, who is more competitive, we’ll only know after taking them all out for a walk, won’t we?"

Professor Lin pursed his lips and said nothing.

He now understood Miss Qin’s words; Yuran was good, but she didn’t like her, so she was more willing to give a chance to the second and third.

Professor Lin was displeased, but his social experience taught him that even if he was displeased, he could only play Tai Chi, "I will convey the request Miss Qin has made, and you are right."

Qin Yunong didn’t know if he was sincere, pretending, or simply responding out of obligation, but she would know the answer tomorrow.

"In that case, I shall look forward to Professor Lin’s answer tomorrow."

Professor Lin felt certain within, and suddenly didn’t know how to reply. He glanced at Yuran, who was surrounded by people in the crowd, and began to ponder more deeply—had Yuran offended Miss Qin?

That’s not right!

It was said that Miss Qin wasn’t—

Forget it; for now, I’ll just deal with the situation. I’ll discuss it back at the school and then decide.

He actually looked down on the actions of Qin Yunong, who used her power to suppress others, but he was in an awkward position and couldn’t say anything that might cause trouble for Yuran.

The two girls who finally made their way through the crowd, looking at Yuran, who was switching languages effortlessly and interacting with others, had their eyes shining brightly.

They glanced at each other and discovered they shared the same purpose.

Such a sparkling idol, of course, they had to be fans.

After dealing with everyone, Yuran finally found a chance to relax. During her break, Bo Yan happened to call. She picked up the phone with a smile in her eyes, "You’re up?"

There were fewer people around where she was resting, her smile deepened, and her voice lowered, "Hmm," on the other end, Bo Yan’s voice carried a smile, "Just woke up, haven’t slept this well in a long time. I’m going to the set soon. I saw the breakfast you left me, and it made me miss you a lot."

Yuran looked around her, smiling and replied, "When I left, I kissed you."

"Then you must kiss me again when you come back."

Yuran: "...Why?"

"Baby, I swear to the heavens and earth, how could you not feel how much I miss your kisses? You could wake me up with a kiss, but you can’t just kiss me secretly. That’s my right over you; you can’t deprive me of it."

"You were so tired; how could I bear to wake you?"

"You feel sorry for me?"

Yuran was uncharacteristically coy, "Yeah, is it not okay?"

Bo Yan laughed, "I am extremely honored, baby. The breakfast was great."

"As long as you like it."

"What don’t I like about what you make?"

Yuran: "..."