My Fortune-Blessed Leading Lady
Chapter 347: Getting What One Wishes For

Chapter 347: Chapter 347: Getting What One Wishes For

Yuran sobbed profusely as she insulted him, "You bully me, you’re a bastard, you’re not nice to me at all."

Listening to her woeful accusations, Bo Yan laughed and kissed her on the forehead, "Alright, I’m the bastard."

Yuran was shocked by his shamelessness and continued to scold him, "I’m going back to tell your mom that I don’t want you as a son anymore; I’ll be their daughter instead, use your money, and honor them with it."

Bo Yan chuckled softly, "Using my money?"

Yuran looked at his expression and instantly bristled, "Yes, using your money, what, is that not okay?"

Bo Yan raised an eyebrow, "Sure... whatever you say is right, how could it not be? It’s not that I can’t give you all my wealth, it’s just..."

Bo Yan’s voice whispered in her ear, "Baby, you... better shut up..."

Yuran wanted to cry but had no tears, "..."

Then... there actually wasn’t a ’then,’ it was still her losing out.

When she next opened her eyes, the sky was bright, a flawless face was inches from hers.

She was furious and ready to bite someone, but as she stared at such a perfect face, she got somewhat distracted.

Such an outstanding person, hmm, he was her husband, there might be nothing luckier than this.

Watching him sleep, her eyes softened, fingers gently tracing his face and features, every inch deeply cherished by her.

Meeting Bo Yan must have used up all the good fortune of her past and present lives, and with that thought, she smiled.

Amidst the laughter, a faint scream was also emitted.

"Ahh~~"

Her delicate fingers were bitten by someone who had just woken up, and Yuran glared at him petulantly.

Her eyes were filled with a touch of enchanting allure, a misty haziness, and there was a slight redness around her eyes.

Her pitiful expression was fully captured by Bo Yan, who was close at hand.

His expression darkened and his eyes smiled as he embraced her in his arms.

Her face turned deep red, like a hot branding iron, "You you you you..."

Bo Yan kissed her lips, "What ’you’?"

While speaking, he massaged her waist. She didn’t resist and let him take care of her.

"Seventh Master, do your fans know you’re so shameless?"

"Probably the only person who knows I’m so shameless is you, so, what do you want to say?"

Yuran: "...I feel like you’re setting a trap for me to fall into."

Bo Yan, "Baby, that’s not right, I can’t bear to do that."

Yuran didn’t trust his nonsense.

As they chatted, she grew sleepy. He positioned her head on his chest and cooed softly, "Sleep now, I’ll wake you up in a bit."

"Okay."

...

When she woke up again, she was alone in the room. She paused, feeling fine, and got up to clean herself up in the bathroom.

After her bath and seeing the clear skies and azure sea outside, she smiled softly.

Coming out of the washroom, she saw the clothes Bo Yan had prepared for her on the bedside table, a long dress.

She quickly changed.

Just as she was done, the door was opened from the outside and Bo Yan walked in, carrying her sideways out of the bedroom.

Yuran wrapped her arms around his neck, asking with curiosity, "Where are we going?"

"Have some breakfast, and then I’ll take you out to sea. We’ll head back to the capital in the afternoon,"

He felt when he mentioned going out to sea, the girl’s bright eyes brimmed with anticipation, but as soon as he mentioned returning to the capital, she immediately drooped.

Childish temperament.

He couldn’t help but laugh and cry, "After finishing ’Emperor Shun of Tang,’ I’ll take a long break, then you can go on a vacation, okay?"

She intended to agree all at once, but in the end, she just prevaricated and shook her head, "Bo Yan, you shouldn’t spoil me so much, I might get insatiable."

"You’re allowed to be insatiable with me."

Yuran: "...What if you get tired of me by then?"

"I won’t."

Yuran: "Men’s mouths, deceivers of ghosts."

Bo Yan: "...I don’t think I have ever deceived you."

Yuran smiled faintly, "What about in the future?"

"If I don’t now, I naturally won’t in the future either."

Yuran stared at his earnest face and burst out laughing.

"I believe you, Bo Yan."

The breakfast was provided by the hotel; it couldn’t really be called breakfast since it was half-past ten, more like a brunch. After a satisfying meal, she suddenly didn’t want to go out to sea anymore—she just wanted Bo Yan to stay with her at the hotel.

It was admittedly a bit boring, and while curled up on the sofa, she asked seriously, "Bo Yan, do you think my chest is small?"

Bo Yan was taken aback, and as he withdrew his hand, under Yuran’s eager gaze, he cleared his throat, "Who said that?"

His mind involuntarily drifted to the events of the previous night.

Pleasant to the touch.

Yuran teased him, saying that once she was joking with Annan and the others, they talked about it, and among them, it was her bust size that was the smallest, while Qi Nian, typically a case of baby-faced with a large...

Bai Leyao and Annan were within the normal range, but she felt somewhat out of place.

Bo Yan couldn’t help but laugh and cry, "Shouldn’t I be the one to comment on this? I have a greater say in it, don’t I?"

Yuran thought for a moment seriously, "That’s true."

...

This vacation truly felt like a full-fledged holiday, totalling exactly one day. Both of them felt it wasn’t enough, and on the way back, Yuran felt slightly unwell, lacking energy.

On the way, they also received a call from Qi Younian, who told her that the car owner from before had called—not about the compensation, but rather, he wanted to meet Yuran.

After hanging up with Qi Younian, Yuran felt puzzled and relayed the situation to Bo Yan.

She was of the opinion, "Could it be that all wealthy people are this strange? As long as they can compensate, isn’t that enough? What does he want to see me for?"

Bo Yan’s expression darkened as he admonished her, "If he asks to meet you, just tell me, and I’ll go with you, okay?"

Of course, Yuran wouldn’t refuse, so she nodded, "Mhm, Bo Yan, I understand, I can’t trust other people, and I would never meet someone I don’t know alone."

She still had that sense of impending crisis.

But Bo Yan thought deeper, though he didn’t say anything, not wanting to affect Yuran’s good mood.

Back at Platinum Imperial Palace, Yuran sprawled out on the sofa, watching Bo Yan pack their luggage, she directed him to pour her a glass of water, and even boldly claimed, "Bo Yan, I ended up like this all because of you, so you need to take care of me, make me delicious food, and wait on me."

Ever since they left the hotel, Yuran, who hadn’t walked on her own and was carried inside upon arriving, was shamelessly making demands.</