My Fortune-Blessed Leading Lady
Chapter 343: Am I not going to pay the price now?

Chapter 343: Chapter 343: Am I not going to pay the price now?

"Who?" The exclamations of surprise could almost flip the roof—every last one of them a young person, unable to control their emotions upon discovering a hidden secret, their faces red with the effort to contain themselves.

Under everyone’s attentive gaze, Yuran sat down, picked up her boxed lunch again, and started eating. As everyone watched in stunned silence, she continued, "Is it necessary to be this puzzled?

Is there something wrong with me getting married? Are you jealous that I’m winning at life?"

The employees: "..."

No, that’s not it, President Yu.

You getting married is unbelievable—aren’t you only nineteen?

Aren’t you not even of marriageable age yet?

Who would you marry?

Seeing President Qi’s uncontainable enjoyment of the show and the look of schadenfreude, everyone’s suspicions seemed to bet on something, and then their eyes swept back and forth between Yuran and Qi Younian, carrying a hint of ambiguity.

Employee A: "President Qi, you, you, you, you couldn’t be... could you be President Yu’s marriage partner?"

Employee B: "Yes, yes, yes, that’s what I was thinking. President Yu, President Qi, you’ve hidden it too well."

Employee C: "No way, could it really be President Qi and President Yu... got married?"

"Pff..." Qi Younian spat out all the water he’d just drunk.

Yuran: "Ew, that’s disgusting. I haven’t finished eating yet."

Qi Younian wiped the water from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, a shadow in his eyes, "You bastards, don’t spout nonsense and frame me; I..."

Yuran burst out laughing, watching Qi Younian’s slightly embarrassed demeanor, and started giggling, "Everyone, stop guessing. In a bit, my husband will come to pick me up. He’ll come directly to the studio, so don’t be curious, just wait patiently."

"Really... really?"

The employees looked at Yuran incredulously.

Eating daintily like a kitten, Yuran chewed carefully with a noble and elegant air, "What benefit would I get from lying to you? But Qi Younian’s words hold true—heart attacks are not considered work-related injuries. For the curious, don’t get frightened when you see him later."

Everyone: "..."

"President Yu, could it be, your husband is involved with the underworld?"

Yuran: "..." That imagination, young man, you’re the best.

During dinner, everyone sat in their places, necks stretched out long, almost wishing they could place their stools by the door to catch the wind, to be the first to see.

Through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the office, Qi Younian looked at his employees’ spineless behaviour outside, his face contorting with anger, "These bastards, I hired them to work, and yet they carry the heart of paparazzi. Have I been too kind to them?"

Kang Zhenyu laughed, "In a studio like ours, it’s okay for employees to have a strong curiosity, especially when it’s about their boss. If it were someone else, they might not be interested.

When you were choosing people, you probably valued their talent over their gossiping hearts."

Qi Younian gave a thumbs-up, "Bro Kang, you’re the only one who really gets it."

Kang Zhenyu was silent, torn between laughter and tears.

Just as everyone was looking forward with eagerness, footsteps echoed down the corridor, and their hearts started thumping—because one had to walk through the corridor and around the corner to reach their studio’s main door, and the glass wall connecting the corridor was plastered with huge posters.

So they couldn’t immediately see who was coming down the corridor, only catching glimpses of long legs through the gaps. Everyone was dying to lower their heads to the ground to see who was coming, but that would be too disrespectful to President Yu.

If President Yu got angry, that wouldn’t be good.

As footsteps drew near, everyone almost huddled together, chattering back and forth.

"Here they come, look at those long legs, that height..."

"Who exactly can sweep away our Yuran’s tender heart?"

"Tat tat tat..."

In the midst of the discussions, the footsteps suddenly halted, and the person in question came into everyone’s view...

Time seemed to freeze in that instant, everyone’s mind turned to mush, overwhelmed by the newcomer’s appearance and the prestigious status that quickly registered in their minds.

"Bo Yan..."

A collective gasp filled the studio.

People still stared dumbfounded at Bo Yan, hardly able to blink, nudging each other, their hearts pounding, faces flushed with excitement.

Bo Yan nodded towards everyone, his gaze flicking through the windows to see Yuran in the office. Yuran, with her back to him, was pulled back to reality by the outside screams, turned around, saw him, and happily ran out to leap into his arms.

"Sss..."

As Yuran clung to Bo Yan like a koala, the employees sucked in a breath of shock, this, this can’t be an illusion, this is, this is what I’m actually seeing.

Their reactions were all too real; Qi Younian leaned against the door frame, tapping a few times on the glass window, "Just to clarify, if anyone has a heart attack, it won’t be considered a workplace injury."

Yuran hopped down from Bo Yan, wrapped her arms around his, and teased her own employees, "Let me introduce you, my husband, Bo Yan, Seventh Bro, these are all my staff."

"Hello everyone," Bo Yan lifted an eyebrow, looking at the person beside him, his lips curving into a gentle smile.

The employees almost exploded on the spot, this bombshell revelation appeared before them so suddenly, they were genuinely excited, and they didn’t even know why they felt such overwhelming excitement.

Bo Yan, oh Bo Yan!

Yuran’s husband.

Yuran’s husband is actually Bo Yan...

Even a long while after Yuran and Bo Yan had left, everyone was still lost in their own daze. Kang Zhenyu was at a loss for words, "Honestly."

Qi Younian agreed, "Seriously, is that all you’re capable of? They see a real person and get so scared they can’t even work anymore."

...

"Hahaha..." While Bo Yan was driving towards their destination, Yuran was still very happy, her laughter hadn’t stopped since they left the company, Bo Yan’s one hand was on the steering wheel, his elbow resting on the window.

"Are you really that happy?"

Yuran nodded her head, "They are so funny, hahaha... They must be in disbelief, right? You, the high and mighty Bo Yan, have become their boss’s husband, hahaha... Their expressions, I could laugh for ten years."

"Are you being naughty?" Bo Yan reached over, pinching her cheek playfully.

Yuran held his hand, continuing to giggle, "That’s their own curiosity, I simply satisfied it. But Seventh Bro, will this really not affect you?"

"It won’t. Even if others know I’m married, what does it have to do with anyone else? Should I abandon my life just because of the fans? If that’s the case, then I’ll choose my life. I live for myself, not swayed by irrelevant people’s meddling."

Yuran’s smile grew wider, lifting his hand, she planted a kiss on the back of it, "Seventh Bro, I really like you."

Caught off guard by the sudden confession, Bo Yan was in a great mood, his eyes as deep as the sea, "Baby, teasing comes with a price."

Yuran blinked, "Aren’t I on my way to pay that price right now?"