My Fortune-Blessed Leading Lady
Chapter 322: Two Thousand Sleeps is Enough

Chapter 322: Chapter 322: Two Thousand Sleeps is Enough

"Okay..."

Bo Yan returned home and saw Yuran sitting in the living room, curled up on the sofa with a look of melancholy. He couldn’t care less about anything else and rushed over to hug her tightly in his arms.

Yuran was originally distracted and was shocked by the sudden embrace.

Xie Cheng, who followed in: "..."

Watching Bo Yan, the great actor, so eager to embrace, Xie Cheng was at a loss for words. He placed the script on the shoe bench at the entrance, "Your scripts, I’ve put them all here."

Bo Yan soothingly patted Yuran in his arms, then turned his head and looked at Xie Cheng displeased, "Why are you still here, what are you doing walking in?"

The expression of Xie Cheng, looking like he had been scorned by a dog: "..."

If you weren’t so impatient, I’d be on my way home right now.

But at this moment, he didn’t want to say anything anymore, damn it, what was there to say in this situation? What was there to say?

Yuran, having recovered, felt some sympathy for the scorned Xie Cheng and hurriedly said, "Xie Cheng, come in and have some tea."

Bo Yan was displeased and held Yuran tighter, "Why offer him tea? We don’t have tea leaves at home, and if we did, we wouldn’t offer them. I only get to spend a little time with you each day, why let outsiders come and disturb?"

Bo Yan, your grandpa...

Xie Cheng slammed the door fiercely as he left, eyes nearly spewing fire before he departed.

After he left, Yuran, caught between laughter and tears, stretched out her hand to tug at Bo Yan’s clothes, "What are you doing!"

Bo Yan pouted, "I haven’t forgiven him."

"Has he done something to make you unhappy?"

Bo Yan, "Baby, why is your heart so big, how can I feel at ease about you! Have you forgotten the history of how Xie Cheng has bullied you?"

Hearing this, Yuran was even more bemused, "You know that it’s Yuran he hates, not me."

Bo Yan sulked with pursed lips, and Yuran understood that the conversation could not proceed on this topic. So, she leaned in and kissed him on the lips, "Qi ge, how old are you this year."

"Just a little bit older than my baby."

"Pfft..." Yuran burst into laughter, burying her head in his chest, "How was the filming?"

"I naturally..."

"Hmm?" Yuran didn’t know what cliffhanger he was going for and watched him intently, waiting for him to continue.

Bo Yan watched her curled lashes, her bright eyes, and her warm and moist red lips. His Adam’s apple moved, and he reached out to press her head towards him, his thin lips immediately pressing down on hers.

The aggressive kiss caught Yuran completely off guard. Many times she didn’t really understand why Bo Yan liked to kiss her so much.

She wanted to speak, but as soon as she opened her mouth, she was conquered without any chance to resist.

Her breath was filled with Bo Yan’s scent, and she could only make muffled sounds, feeling ashamed of herself.

After it was over, her cheeks were red from lack of oxygen, and she glared at Bo Yan, annoyed and red-faced. She clenched her fist on his shoulder, still panting as she scolded, "You shameless man."

Bo Yan raised an eyebrow, the smile on his face undiminished, "Mr. Bo would like to be a bit more indecent, why doesn’t baby give it a try!"

Yuran was speechless, "Don’t kiss me suddenly while we are talking."

Bo Yan shook his head firmly, refusing, "Can’t do it."

She couldn’t believe it and widened her eyes, "You..."

"Baby, now that we’re married, it’s only natural for me to kiss my wife and to share a bed with her, but we’ve been married for so long, and I’m still starving," he said.

Yuran blushed furiously at his teasing. He always spoke without filtering, a stark contrast to his image on the screen; it was a wonder how he had any fans at all.

Seeing Yuran so bashful, he mixed love with helplessness, and planted a kiss on her cheek, "Baby, I’ll shut up, I’ll reflect, and I’ll listen to you."

After you’ve done everything you wanted, of course, you wouldn’t mind what I say.

But faced with his demeanor, she couldn’t really get angry, fiddling with the buttons on his shirt, "Brother Qi, the variety show..."

Bo Yan interrupted her, making a spot-on guess, "You want to participate in Han Shanshan’s variety show, right?"

Yuran shook her head, "Not really, I just want to invest, and lend you money."

Bo Yan couldn’t help but laugh at her timid appearance, pinched her chin, and forced her to look him in the eyes, "Look into my eyes and say it again."

Yuran looked into his dark, deep eyes, her lips moved but no sound came out. A smile slowly surfaced in Bo Yan’s eyes. As if enchanted, she spoke word by word, "I want to invest in Han Shanshan’s variety show, Brother Qi, lend me the money."

"Alright," he said.

A firm "alright," signaling his wholehearted consent.

With endless indulgence and doting, Yuran felt a turmoil in her chest, as if she had been filled with a sweet secret.

Feeling somewhat embarrassed, she wriggled free from Bo Yan’s grasp and buried her face in his chest, muttering, "I’ll repay you. I’ll give you thirty percent of what I earn."

Bo Yan’s chin rested on the top of her head, his smile free and heartfelt content radiating from him, "Alright!"

After all, his company held a negative outlook on Han Shanshan’s variety show, deeming it overly ambitious and difficult to execute, with a high chance of turning into a failure. Moreover, Han Shanshan was under a contractual bet with his former boss.

In reality, the old boss was setting a trap for Han Shanshan in the hope of reclaiming their shares. Han Shanshan, fully aware of this, accepted the challenge anyway.

At the moment, RSM was in disarray internally, with wave after wave of old shareholders leaving under duress. Xuan Ze, a shareholder of RSM, might also leave after "Glory".

These were details he had no intention of discussing with Yuran. His finger joints, sharply defined, kneaded the head of the person in his arms. The softness in his palm made it difficult for him to let go, "Baby, how much do you want to borrow from your husband? If you can’t repay me with money, sleeping over is also an option."

Yuran really wanted to leap up and close in on him, even more eager to cover his mouth. She flushed and propped her head up from his embrace, looking adorably helpless. Bo Yan’s lips moved, his voice husky, "Baby, I’m not Liuxia Hui, don’t tempt me."

Yuran wide-eyed, stared at him in astonishment.

And feeling the tense muscle beneath her bottom, her face grew even redder, "Brother Qi, maybe... you should take a cold shower?"

"I won’t," Bo Yan refused outright, pulling her closer, "I have a wife, why would I need a cold shower? Am I not ashamed?"

Yuran: "..."

But she felt very uncomfortable, clearly... clearly...

How can Bo Yan be so annoying?

Bo Yan, "Baby, cursing me in your heart, I can be very..."

"I didn’t curse you."

"Looking at the way you respond, it’s obvious that you did. But let’s not quibble; you have the privilege to curse me." Bo Yan smiled amiably, his eyes expressing a knowing mischief, "Baby, how much do you want to borrow?"

"Twenty million."

"Hmm, not much, just sleep over two thousand times and we’ll call it even."

"Bo Yan..." Frustrated and embarrassed, Yuran clenched her fists and charged at him, heading straight for his uniquely handsome face. Bo Yan laughed as he caught her fists, filling the room with an atmosphere of harmony, warmth, and the ongoing playful banter between them, utterly content.