My Fortune-Blessed Leading Lady
Chapter 320: Sharing the Bed with Me Every Day

Chapter 320: Chapter 320: Sharing the Bed with Me Every Day

She gave Nasser a ’please wait’ expression and repeated the question, "Could you repeat that for me, what variety show did you just mention?"

Qi Younian also seemed surprised, "Variety show genius Han Shanshan, I’m not very clear about it, but Brother Kang told me roughly what it’s about.

Do you have time right now? If you do, I can explain it to you in detail."

After a glance at Nasser, Yuran thought for a moment and declined, "I’ll come to the company to find you later; I’m currently leading the team, and it’s not convenient."

Nasser politely smiled, "You can take the call."

Yuran shook her head, quickly ended the call, and, after putting away her phone, she then looked directly at Nasser, "Do you need something from me?"

Nasser spoke excellent English and knew some simple Chinese, so the two communicated in English. Nasser pondered for a few seconds, then said, "This is something I wanted to tell you before but never had the chance."

Tell her? Before?

Yuran smiled, not knowing what he meant, "Your expression looks very serious, what is it about?"

Nasser was a straightforward prince who did not mince words nor give face to anyone. He recounted Qin Yunong’s matter and explained, "On behalf of our delegation, we fully acknowledge your responsibility as a team leader."

"Thank you."

Ever since Nasser called Yuran over, Qin Yunong’s gaze hadn’t left the two of them, unable to hear their conversation clearly from a distance, but certain that Nasser talked a lot.

Yuran’s gaze never wandered her way, so she wasn’t sure if their conversation was about her.

Nasser chatted with Yuran for a while, expressing that he would report this matter honestly to his school. Yuran did not take pleasure in others’ misfortune, but on the basis of mutual respect, she said, "This concerns your own affairs, whether to speak of it is up to you. She hasn’t caused me any substantial harm, so I can’t give you any advice."

Nasser was taken aback, "What if you lose your position as team leader because of this?"

Yuran laughed, "If she’s just adding someone to the team, I’m grateful to her for considering my workload and wanting to help share it, I have no objections; but if her adding a new member is a basis for me to be kicked out after I have provided quality service, then this won’t end so quickly, I will argue for a reason."

Nasser found her words a bit convoluted, blinking in confusion, "Forget it, I’m just speaking casually. You’re welcome to visit the United Arab Emirates; I will treat you with the utmost sincerity."

Yuran expressed her thanks profusely.

This seven-day stint as a team leader indeed taught Yuran some things. On the afternoon of the last day, she invited everyone out to eat, choosing a private restaurant in Weiyang Palace, a place with a bit more sophistication than Fuyunfang.

Every corner there showcased the richness of China’s thousands of years of history. When Qin Yunong followed them there, she clenched her hands into fists—Weiyang Palace.

Even her sister had to book at least a month in advance to come here. How had Yuran managed it?

She was unwilling to believe that Bo Yan would do so much for Yuran.

Apart from Qin Yunong, everyone enjoyed the meal thoroughly, and Yuran also taught everyone several fun games. They were all smart people and caught on quickly. Yuran, with her childlike heart, became thoroughly involved in the fun with everyone else.

Professor Lin was beside himself with joy, as he had only seen Yuran as nothing more than a recently of-age child.

During the meal, the kids who came from the United Arab Emirates enthusiastically invited Yuran to visit. Yuran smiled with curved eyes, responding to each without committing, neither accepting nor declining the invitations.

She continuously stalled with, "I’ll contact you when I have time, I’ll contact you when I have time."

Official excuses.

After the event ended, as everyone was dispersing, Yuran walked to the door with the crowd and apologized, "Tomorrow, I won’t escort you to the airport. Take care, and keep in touch when you have time."

"Alright."

Qin Yunong stepped out from the crowd and stopped in front of Yuran. Yuran, looking at her, had a very interesting look in her eyes but didn’t speak. Qin Yunong asked, "How were you able to book a spot at Weiyang Palace?"

Yuran smiled slightly, "Guess!"

Qin Yunong seemed to feel exposed by her gaze, embarrassment flashing across her face briefly, "Bo Yan wouldn’t..."

Yuran, displeased, dropped her smile, especially cold when she heard the words "Bo Yan". She interrupted, "Why wouldn’t he? Just because he wouldn’t for you means he wouldn’t for me?"

Qin Yunong stepped back uncontrollably, her face rigid and pale, "Yuran, where do you get the sense of superiority to think you deserve him?"

"I’ll throw your question back at you, where’s your sense of superiority coming from? You think Bo Yan is yours? I might as well tell you." A malicious gleam crossed Yuran’s eyes as she leaned closer to Qin Yunong, "Your ’Bo Yan’, he sleeps with me every night."

A bolt from the blue.

Qin Yunong felt her mind explode suddenly, her pupils dilated, a bit out of it, her emotions somewhat out of control, "Impossible... You, you’re simply..."

"Simply what?" Yuran strolled, thoughtfully straightening her sleeves, "Simply shameless? Don’t make personal attacks, I could sue you for that."

The others didn’t know what Yuran had whispered into Qin Yunong’s ear to make her lose her composure so dramatically, and nobody seemed interested.

Professor Lin was secretly thrilled. He just couldn’t forget the threat Qin Yunong had made to him before.

Seeing her defeated, although he felt it wasn’t right to mock her, he couldn’t suppress the excitement inside him.

Yuran watched her quivering with anger, unable to utter a single word, and laughed, "To be honest, you’d better go back and ask clearly who you’re getting married to within the Bo Family. Bo Yan has several cousins, brothers, and sisters. What if it’s not Bo Yan? You wouldn’t even recognize your future husband, would you?"

"Impossible." Qin Yunong didn’t know what she was holding on to, knowing deep down that what Yuran said could be a possibility, yet she just couldn’t accept it.

Being of similar age to Bo Yan, other than marrying him, who else in the Bo Family would be suitable for her?

The words Yuran had thrown at her flashed through her mind: "Your ’Bo Yan’, he sleeps with me every night." She wanted to slap Yuran right across her face.

She had not expected Yuran to be so shameless.

Clearly, the rumors were true, a spoilt and bad-tempered military scion, what could she amount to?

She must be lying and deceiving people.

Yuran had no interest in wasting time with Qin Yunong’s nonsense. After greeting Professor Lin and mentioning she had something to do, she hurriedly left.

As Qin Yunong watched Yuran’s retreating figure, she turned and left with students. It wouldn’t be long until she was back. Just endure a bit longer, just a little more time.

Yuran hailed a taxi, and as soon as she settled in, she sent Bo Yan a text.

[Yuran: Seventh Brother, I told Little Baihua that her ’Bo Yan’ shares a bed with me every night, and she got as mad as a long-term dehydrated dry flower, her face was extremely colorful, how is that? Are you upset? Your wildflower hasn’t even met you, but I’ve sprayed it with pesticide, now it’s withered (crying) to death.]]