My Fortune-Blessed Leading Lady
Chapter 338: When I Return, It Will Be Your Time of Death

Chapter 338: Chapter 338: When I Return, It Will Be Your Time of Death

Yuran had no idea why things had developed into her being pressed down and kissed on the bed, she was just relieved that Bo Yan had come back to his senses and let her go only after finding her himself.

His eyes were incredibly deep, causing Yuran’s small frame to tremble as she stuttered without being able to speak. Her lips were burning with pain, and her tongue was numb. As soon as Bo Yan released his grip, she grabbed the quilt and wrapped herself tightly in it.

She looked like a frightened quail.

Bo Yan regained his composure after a while, unable to help but laugh and cry at the same time. He reached out to pull the quilt, "Aren’t you going to eat?"

"I’m not hungry."

A stifled cry of frustration came from within the quilt.

Following that, the sound of a growling stomach also came from under the quilt, the embarrassed and ashamed Yuran: "..."

Bo Yan found it amusing and helpless at the same time. He bent down, gently tugged at the quilt, and coaxed, "Baby, I won’t tease you anymore. Let’s eat something, shall we?"

"You have to promise not to laugh at me."

"I promise."

"Swear to it."

"I swear."

A corner of the quilt was lifted, and Yuran’s plump forehead appeared, followed by her doe-like eyes, sparkling with innocence. Bo Yan’s Adam’s apple moved twice, his voice slightly hoarse, "Have some food, shall we?"

Only then did Yuran lift the quilt but quickly covered herself with it again. Bo Yan, reluctantly, moved closer and forcefully pulled the quilt from the little girl’s hands, then with his well-defined hands, he buttoned up her clothes, one by one.

Yuran pouted her lips, "You’re being a hooligan."

"As your lawful husband, would that count as being a hooligan?"

Yuran fell silent. Looking puffed up like a blowfish, Bo Yan found it both laughable and adorable. He picked her up and sat her across his legs, then began to feed her.

She didn’t eat much, claiming she was full after only half a bowl of rice. Bo Yan, following her lead with the utensils, quickly took care of his own hunger. Yuran, used to this, sat on the edge of the bed, watching his elegant eating manners.

Bo Yan, as if he had eyes on the back of his head, didn’t turn around but said with a smile, "Baby, if you keep looking at me like this, I can’t promise I’ll be able to continue eating properly. And if I were to do something, you know.

If I were to exert my rights as a husband, would you blame me?"

Yuran’s face turned red at once. She pursed her red lips, staring at the back of his head, imagining herself drawing little figures in her mind, "Qiqi, you really, really are a hooligan."

"A lawful hooligan."

He corrected.

Yuran had no comeback, just turned her head to the side with a huffy "Hmph..."

Bo Yan didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

...

The scandal at Yinran Entertainment grew more intense. Keyboard warriors swarmed the internet, and curses were everywhere. Bold influencers seeking the truth did not fear making the issue bigger and joined the fray alongside Li Lulu by reposting.

Even Yuran’s own fans were reposting, creating quite a spectacle for a time.

Rising in popularity in direct proportion to this scandal was none other than "Empress of a Generation". The following day, "Empress of a Generation" was officially released, but a very strange phenomenon occurred.

Fu Bairan’s performance in her younger years was completely ignored by the viewers, who didn’t even bother to open and watch the content.

On the contrary, starting with the fortieth episode that featured Fu Yuran, viewership skyrocketed, a phenomenon never seen before, the data confirmed that the audience was really resistant to the person Fu Bairan.

And as for the part that Fu Yuran starred in, it was well received.

Many netizens signed joint petitions, begging for the deletion of Fu Bairan’s part, arguing that keeping only Fu Yuran’s portrayal of the naive and unsophisticated young Empress was preferable, as they really had no interest in watching the former’s portrayal, saying Fu Yuran’s performance was more compelling.

No matter whether the comments were true or false, Fu Bairan’s reputation plummeted.

It was a total mess.

Even shareholders of the platforms offering refunds couldn’t help but say that causing a stir turned out to be a good idea; otherwise, with just Fu Yuran’s parts being profitable, the series actually wouldn’t make much money.

Then, they were slapped in the face, for within just one day, the parts featuring Fu Yuran, wherever she appeared, garnered viewer counts of eighty million and even exceeded one hundred million.

All of that translated into money.

In contrast, Fu Bairan, who polarized audiences with Fu Yuran, only saw a few thousand views per episode, causing a ratings nosedive that left viewers and even some experts baffled.

Fu Bairan locked herself in her room and ignored Yinchao’s knocking on the door, thinking he was too incompetent to offer her any great future.

She had thought that once Fu Yuran was out of the way, all the resources of Yinchao Entertainment would be hers alone, but now.

She wasn’t sure if what she did was the best course of action because, so far, she hadn’t reaped any benefits and was actually living worse than when Fu Yuran was around.

She resented Yinchao’s incompetence and was even more envious of Fu Yuran’s excellence.

Was Fu Yuran gloating in her grave? Her face twisted in malice, Fu Bairan was startled by her own reflection in the mirror. Had her jealousy always been this ugly?

It was all Fu Yuran’s fault. If not for her, if not for her...

She sat quietly on the bed for a while, lost in thought, her expression bordering on insanity.

She suddenly stood up like a madwoman, walked over to her wardrobe, and flung open the far-right door, tossing out all the fancy clothes inside and rummaging to find a pitch-black box at the bottom.

Her fingers trembled as she lifted the lid of the box.

Seeing the phone lying inside, her already distorted expression took on a shade of fear, her hand shaking as she reached to pick up the phone.

Torn between making a call and not, she wavered, vividly remembering the warning from the person on the other end of the line five years ago.

In the end, her greed overcame her fear of the mysterious caller, and she picked up the phone and dialed the familiar number.

After about two rings, someone answered the phone. The voice on the other end had a tremor-inducing coldness, "I believe I made myself quite clear last time. Have you thought about the consequences?"

Fu Bairan shuddered, then started begging, "I didn’t mean to make this call. I just can’t go on living like this, so... please, I’m begging you, help me.

Considering all I’ve done for you in the past, Yinran Entertainment, Yinchao, he’s utterly useless. Please..."

The person on the other end clicked their tongue, interrupting her non-stop plea as if they didn’t hear Fu Bairan’s pitiable voice, and laughed derisively, "Weren’t you overjoyed when you took a ’loser’ from Fu Yuran’s hands? Now you’re regretting it? You blame your shortsightedness on Fu Yuran? On me?

Even though I instructed you to do unsavory things, I never told you to kill Fu Yuran.

I haven’t settled that matter with you yet, and now you have the nerve to call me. I’ve been too busy lately, but once I get back, your days will be numbered."