My Fortune-Blessed Leading Lady
Chapter 327: Emperor Shun of Tang Wraps Up Filming

Chapter 327: Chapter 327: Emperor Shun of Tang Wraps Up Filming

Dazzled by wealth and glamour, Qin Yuyan, who had never been treated this way before, stared at the disconnected call. She felt a bad taste in her heart, anxious and angry, her complexion changing.

Jia Ziyi was close to her and had heard everything Yuran had just said, finding it unbelievable. He hadn’t expected Yuran on the other end of the phone to say such things.

He snatched the cell phone from Qin Yuyan’s hand, "Let me see if I dialed the wrong number."

That timid individual, who only knew how to throw his weight around in the Bo Family, actually dared to do this?

Dare to hang up on Sister Yuyan?

There were quite a few of their gang of fair-weather friends seated in the private room, all of them from military and political backgrounds and not taken very seriously in the circle, sharing the same bad odors, mostly thinking about how to make the favorite child in their families fall out of favor.

Or else they just gathered to indulge in wanton revelry.

They had plenty of interests.

Seeing the atmosphere was off, someone stood up from the sofa and walked over, "What’s wrong? We’re not spending a small amount here today, did the unlucky fellow not show up?"

Although from decent families, they themselves were not incredibly wealthy. They loved to play and make noise, and spent money like water, often because they had no money and needed to find an easy mark.

Before being possessed by Fu Yuran, Yuran had also been one of many easy marks. In fact, in Bo City, it was the first time Yuran officially did something bad.

Previously in Jincheng, her haphazard spending mostly covered the bills for this group of people, but at that time Yuran was too timid to speak up.

The whole Bo Family faced the huge consumption bills with resignation, and more so with incomprehension.

Yuran never explained.

If Yuran had started to complain from the beginning, she might not have been an easy mark for so many years, although they had temporarily forgotten about this easy mark during this period.

But when they were out of money, the first one they thought of was still Yuran, the easy mark.

Qin Yuyan’s expression was inscrutable, and she glanced sideways at the man who had come over to talk, "Have you guys felt that, over this past year, we haven’t looked for an easy mark, and she seems not to have looked for us either?"

The man was startled, and the group still drinking hesitated, "Sister Yuyan, now that you mention it, that’s true. Could she have discovered something?"

Qin Yuyan narrowed her eyes and shook her head, "No, she’s foolish. She wouldn’t think deeply about it. Maybe the Bo Family has been giving her less money recently."

Jia Ziyi felt that this possibility was unlikely, "Sister Yuyan, could she have sniffed out our scheme in Bo City, found out something?"

Qin Yuyan: "..."

"Sister Yuyan, it couldn’t be that the Bo Family..."

Qin Yuyan’s expression was very ugly, "No, don’t scare yourselves. She initially befriended us willingly, and it was not us who sent her to Bo City. She’s just a toad lusting after a swan’s meat."

Everyone could hear the dark, cold indifference in Qin Yuyan’s words.

The room instinctively shuddered.

Jia Ziyi scratched his head, "Since we can’t call her out, should we also sever ties with her in the future? If the Bo Family really starts investigating, what we’ve done can’t withstand scrutiny."

Let alone the power held by the older generation of the Bo Family, even the seven siblings among their cousins, each is a formidable character.

Don’t just look at Bo Yan as just an actor. But... it can’t be helped that he’s the richest and most powerful actor.

The expressions of everyone in the room changed unpredictably, and what each thought in their hearts nobody knew.

Meanwhile, after Yuran had hung up the phone, she began to recall certain things. When she first awakened in Bo City and saw Bo Yan, her memories seemed not fully awakened yet.

As she came into contact with more and more of the people she knew before, some of the memories hidden deep and deliberately avoided surged forth like lifting a veil, swarming in.

Her complexion revealed deep understanding, a mysterious smile lingering at the corners of her lips.

Suddenly, she remembered something, fortunately, Yuran herself wasn’t foolish, she had some records, probably left at the old mansion.

It seemed that next time she went back, she should check those accounts to see how much money there was.

...

A week later, Yuran had completed her scenes for "Emperor Shun of Tang," and the film crew gave her a farewell on set, pooling together to buy her a cake.

Of course, when the planner, all flustered, found the affluent and famous Bo Yan, he had thought Bo Yan would tell him to get lost. Instead, the man grandly gestured that he would take care of the cake himself.

No sooner had this news spread than the crew members couldn’t keep calm.

"Is Bo Yan finally showing some tenderness towards women?"

"No, no, no, no, no, has Bo Yan taken a fancy to Ranran?"

"Not good, not good, let’s not get carried away, this is so rare, I have to note this down. The rumored Bo Yan is toxic, the one I’m seeing is definitely not the same person."

"Wow, imagine having a cake personally ordered by the big star himself, we could boast about this for a year."

"Don’t go spreading rumors outside, inadvertently causing trouble for Ranran. It’s probably just because the team is harmonious and Bo Yan was in a good mood and generously rewarded us, don’t think too much about it."

"Yeah, what you said makes sense, that’s right."

These words reached Yuran’s ears through Lan Yi’s Little Assistant while she was squeezed next to Lan Yi, leaving her bewildered. Seeing her slightly red earlobes, Lan Yi laughed, "Bo Yan..."

Before Lan Yi could finish, Yuran, feeling guilty, cut her off, "Senior, Bo Yan was probably just in a good mood, really, I wouldn’t dare have any relations with him."

Lan Yi smiled without saying a word, Yuran didn’t dare meet her gaze; Lan Yi had seen more of life than the salt Yuran had eaten, and she might know from a single glance the guilt in her eyes.

That would be disastrous.

Lan Yi struggled to contain her laughter, "What did I say? Why are you feeling so guilty?"

Yuran was almost in tears, "Senior..."

"Alright, alright, I’m just teasing you."

Only then did Yuran breathe a sigh of relief, feeling less awkward.

When Yuran left, she held a large bouquet of flowers in her hands, not even sure who had sent them. The stagehands had passed them directly into her arms as the crew members exchanged words.

Reluctantly parting.

Yuran listened silently for a while, then burst out laughing, "Now I see, you all just like my afternoon tea."

The crowd: "..."

What had been a somber mood instantly turned jovial, as if touching a laugh nerve, with everyone’s expressions first stiffening then breaking into laughter and chatter. In the crowd, the inconspicuous Qiuyan watched the girl with a faint smile, slightly curving her lips.

Hmm, she was originally colorful.

Perhaps because her gaze lingered too long, Yuran looked up and met her eyes. Startled yet still smiling, Yuran approached Qiuyan with the bouquet in her arms and handed it to her.

"Consider this the warmest welcome from our crew."

Qiuyan, who had arrived hastily on set, was dedicated and professional, but only Yuran showed her a personal welcome.