My Fortune-Blessed Leading Lady
Chapter 332: Having children, a husband, a career, and money – Life’s winner

Chapter 332: Chapter 332: Having children, a husband, a career, and money – Life’s winner

Qi Younian glanced at the time when he answered the phone and said helplessly, "Miss, Yuran, if you come to manage the company, you may ultimately face bankruptcy."

Yuran had already walked into the kitchen, where the milk and breakfast were being kept warm. She could just take them out and eat, but when she saw the sticky note on the milk cup, she burst into laughter, her cheeks turning a bit red.

Bo Yan: "Baby, is your birthday just three days away?"

Hearing the laughter coming from her end of the line, Qi Younian’s incessant chatter was abruptly cut off, "Hey, are you even listening to me?"

She carried her plate to the dining table and sat down before replying deliberately, "That’s why I’ve never been ambitious, and well, I don’t want to manage the company. Aren’t you enough?"

"You..."

Yuran, "Younian dear brother, what do you think of your family? I’ve got Qi Niannian covered, and I don’t want Qi Niannian to become a pawn for the Qi Family if you guys start causing trouble in the future."

The words Qi Younian was about to blurt out all got stuck in his throat. The reason he had taken Qi Niannian out in the first place was by giving up half of his Qi Family shares, allowing him to take Qi Niannian with him.

As a result, he felt disheartened and didn’t want to step foot in that house again.

But back then, he was young and hadn’t handled things well. He merely took Qi Niannian out without moving her household registration, and it wasn’t until Yuran brought it up that he remembered this trap.

"Don’t worry, with me here, it won’t happen."

Bo Yan had made her a sandwich filled with ham and egg, along with a sauce his mother had made for them, which was very comforting to eat. Beside it was a glass of milk and a fruit platter with seven or eight different kinds of fruit.

Listening to her chewing sounds, Qi Younian’s heaviness swept away, "Are you, by any chance, having breakfast right now?"

Yuran, "Is that not allowed? I barely have any summer break left, can’t I be a bit lazy and stay in bed a little longer?"

Qi Younian seemed to realize something, "Wait, you get up and there’s breakfast ready? How is it so fast?"

"Bo Yan prepared it for me!"

Damn.

Qi Younian couldn’t imagine Bo Yan cooking at all. Who would have thought that the guy from the big screen... never mind, he’s married now, after all. A breakfast is nothing compared to that.

Still, he couldn’t understand it.

Unaware of Qi Younian’s changing expressions on the other end of the phone, Yuran wouldn’t care even if she knew. Bo Yan cooking for her? What’s wrong with that?

Obviously, nothing.

Qi Younian cleared his throat and spoke again, "I called you this morning, but the great film star Bo Yan answered. He probably didn’t have time to tell you, so I will..."

Yuran interrupted him, "He left me a note. I know. Are you calling to ask if I have any objections?"

Qi Younian, "Shouldn’t I ask you? Also, this afternoon, Yinran Entertainment is holding a press conference in their own company lobby. Firstly, to apologize for casually altering the script, and secondly, to trot you out for a show."

"How outrageous, they won’t be content until they tarnish my reputation and exploit me until I’m no longer of any value," she said indignantly.

She had initially thought of settling scores slowly, letting the two of them bounce around for a bit more time. But the things they were doing now were increasingly shameless.

The good mood she had from enjoying Bo Yan’s breakfast diminished considerably in an instant.

She was inwardly furious.

"Don’t worry about it, I’ll handle it myself. What time is the press conference this afternoon?"

Qi Younian was about to ask, "What are you planning to do?" but he held back, thinking it would be more interesting to get explosive news without knowing what to expect, "Kang said it’s around three in the afternoon, lasting for two hours."

"I’ve got it. You do your thing; leave this to me."

Qi Younian raised his eyebrows, "Alright then, I’ll await the good news. Take your time eating. Also, remember you’re an artist; you need to watch your weight."

Yuran, "You’re really annoying. I still have to have kids. What’s the point of losing weight?"

At a loss for how to respond to this, Qi Younian stuttered, "You... you... you might as well... not be in a hurry to... to have children."

This was not just a shock but an outright horror.

Yuran, "Why? What’s wrong with having them early? After I graduate, I’ll have had my child, I’ll have a husband and a career, and money -- a true winner in life. Why are you trying to stop me from walking down the grand avenue of life’s winners?"

Qi Younian: "..."

I have this indescribable feeling that I can’t get through to you. "Alright, alright... fine, as long as you’re happy."

He was truly under the delusion that this was what Yuran thought. Just a second before he was about to hang up, he suddenly called out to Yuran, "Wait a second."

"What’s up?"

Qi Younian, "You’re not really thinking of... actually planning to... have the child before you finish college, are you?"

"Is there a problem with that?"

Qi Younian: "..." No, I mean, as long as you’re happy.

Seeing that Qi Younian was silent on the other end, she thought seriously and said, "Actually, I think having a child and then striving for a career isn’t contradictory. I’m not short on money; what I really need is a child to play with."

By then, my godmother would surely be overjoyed. Of course, that was her own thinking too.

And besides, having a child with Bo Yan that takes after either of us, wouldn’t that be great?

If the genes don’t mutate, it would be a delight to have such a beautiful child!

Qi Younian was now completely speechless. "Fine, let’s leave it at that, then. I’ll wait for your news."

"Sure, goodbye."

...

It was ten minutes to three in the afternoon.

Yinran Entertainment held a press conference, partly to promote the re-released ’Empress of a Generation’, and partly to capitalize on the deceased Fu Yuran, stirring up some publicity.

Yinchao initially disagreed with this because although exploiting Fu Yuran’s death could arouse sympathy, constantly using her memory to garner attention would eventually deplete her renown, and without Fu Yuran, which artist in Yinran Entertainment could carry the banner?

However, he couldn’t withstand the pitiable look of Fu Bairan who blamed herself, wishing she were at least half as excellent as her sister so that Yinran Entertainment wouldn’t have ended up like this.

Having given away eighty million and with Yinran Entertainment’s finances consistently in the red since Fu Yuran’s death, Yinchao technically held the reins.

But originally, Fu Yuran had contributed greatly with her strategies; without her, just relying on Yinchao alone, Yinran Entertainment wouldn’t have achieved its current success.

Probably for this reason, after the death of Fu Yuran, Yinran Entertainment began to decline.

Teetering on the edge of collapse.

At three o’clock, as the press conference was about to begin, Yinchao entered the venue with Fu Bairan when suddenly, a loud horn sound, incredibly harsh, attracted the attention of numerous reporters.

Everyone turned to see what was going on, only to spot two luxury cars with their roofs covered in wreaths, and the occupants stepping out, lifting the wreaths, and heading straight to the press conference venue.