My Fortune-Blessed Leading Lady
Chapter 349: Ideals Are Plump, Reality Is Skinny

Chapter 349: Chapter 349: Ideals Are Plump, Reality Is Skinny

Annan lovingly patted their heads, "Be good, don’t overthink, overthinking can make you dull."

Qi Nian pushed Annan’s hand away, "You and Ranran both like to bully Yaoyao and me, and when we don’t understand, we even get laughed at. It’s too much."

Leyao deeply agreed, glaring at them, "Meanies."

Pfft... They almost couldn’t hold back their laughter, and were about to laugh again. Yuran quickly changed the subject, "I had some baking supplies delivered here. We can bake a cake at home, let’s have fun together. School is starting in a couple of days, how sad."

"Yes, let’s!"

Leyao and Qi Nian, frankly speaking, were just two kids who hadn’t grown up. Hearing there was fun to be had, they quickly forgot all the previous unpleasantness. Yuran and Annan exchanged glances.

Annan looked at Qi Nian, who was walking ahead, and frowned slightly, "Ranran, is Situ Jue serious about our Niannian?"

Yuran smiled, watching Qi Nian and Leyao chatting and laughing. After a moment of thought, he said, "I think Situ Jue is a decent person. As for whether he’s a good match for Qi Nian, what we say doesn’t really matter. It’s up to Niannian, whether she’s happy or not."

"True." Annan, not good at judging people, still trusted Yuran quite a bit. She looked at the increasingly charming Yuran and asked, "Ranran, do you... plan on having children?"

"Why do you ask?"

Annan shook her head, "I don’t know, just a hunch. You don’t seem particularly opposed to the idea."

Yuran smiled. She didn’t consider Annan an outsider and didn’t hold back, "I’m thinking about having a child before graduating."

Annan was quite astonished, "You know this..."

Yuran nodded, interrupting her, "I know, but, I think, actresses are people too. You can’t just ignore everything around you for the sake of popularity. I can’t do that, and right now, having a child seems like the best choice for me."

"Does the superstar Bo Yan also think..."

Yuran replied, "He’ll accompany me to consult with the doctor. If my health condition is good and getting pregnant won’t affect me, he has agreed to let me have the baby."

Annan listened, very moved, and then started to laugh, "That’s the Bo Yan I have been a fan of for many years, an excellent man and husband."

Yuran smiled without a word.

Right? He’s too perfect.

So, she needs to keep him with a child.

But that was just a joke. Yuran joked about it with him too, and Bo Yan’s response was that one child wouldn’t be enough to hold him down; if she wanted to tie him down, maybe they should have a few more.

Pfft... Thinking of Bo Yan’s inevitably rogue, laid-back demeanor, Yuran burst into laughter.

Annan, not knowing what she was laughing at, looked puzzled, "What are you laughing at?"

Yuran shook her head, "Nothing much, just thought of something funny. By the way, do you know how to make a cake?"

Annan took out her phone, "It’s not like search engines are just for show. We can learn from a video."

...

As it turned out, overconfidence sometimes led to disastrous results. Looking at the hideous-looking cake in front of them, they all despaired enough to question life.

Qi Nian walked around the cake, bursting into laughter. She took out her phone, snapped a photo, and typed away before sending it to someone, who knows whom.

A few seconds later, she received a reply and then looked overjoyed, her face lit up with a playful smile.

Bai Leyao looked puzzled but took a few photos anyway; she posted them on social media, and Yuran casually liked the post. Drawing close to Annan, he grinned and asked, "Guess who Qi Niannian sent a message to?"

Annan massaged her forehead. "Is that even something to wonder about? Obviously, it’s Situ Jue."

Meanwhile, Situ Jue was conducting a senior management meeting, where the atmosphere had once turned eerily tense, with even Qi Feng feeling somewhat uneasy, despite Situ Jue appearing to be an agreeable person.

However, in the workplace, no one could afford even a minor mistake—you could make a mistake, but you couldn’t make the same mistake twice.

Today clearly demonstrated such a problem. The entire meeting room felt heavy with tension, everyone clutching their report materials, more nervous than the next.

Situ Jue had a gentle appearance, but his presence was undeniable, impossible to ignore.

Qi Feng cleared his throat, intending to provide an out for everyone, but before he even spoke, a message notification sound filled the room.

The atmosphere in the meeting room instantly tightened.

Everyone exchanged looks, wondering who was audacious enough to not mute their phone.

When everyone saw Situ Jue checking his phone, the expressions on their faces were indescribable: "..."

Then, they saw the usually stern Situ Jue, lips now curved in a slight smile, appearing quite pleased.

Qi Feng, who was closer to him, craned his neck, but when Situ Jue’s chilly gaze swept over, he nonchalantly looked away.

On the phone’s screen was a photo and a sentence.

A photo of an unsightly cake and a message: Please have some cake.

Situ Jue sent a few question marks and then typed a message: Did you make this?

Over here, Qi Nian, having received the message, ran to the living room and sank into the couch to text Situ Jue.

[Qi Niannian: No, I made it with Ranran, An’an, and Yaoyao following a video tutorial. I don’t know what went wrong; it turned out terribly ugly.]

[Situ Jue: It’s ugly and you still want me to eat it?]

[Qi Nian: Thanks for taking me to the zoo! Have we met An’an and the rest at the zoo before? They actually knew I went to the zoo.]

Seeing this message, Situ Jue actually chuckled, causing everyone in the meeting room to bristle.

Situ Jue waved his hand. "Let’s continue in half an hour, meeting adjourned."

Everyone hurriedly grabbed their report materials and left, fearing they might be the last to get out.

After everyone else had left, Qi Feng, half-smiling, looked at Situ Jue, "You seem like a young man bewitched by a demon, all smitten and sentimental."

Situ Jue kicked him, but being evenly matched, neither gained an advantage. Qi Feng looked triumphant, while Situ Jue sneaked in a successful punch on Qi Feng’s shoulder.

Qi Feng cursed in pain, "Situ Jue, you bastard, are you for real?"

Handling his phone, Situ Jue huffed, left the meeting room, and continued chatting with Qi Niannian, the naive little one. He managed to get her to spill the beans in just a few exchanges, unsure whether he should feel touched or what to feel at all.

But thinking of Qi Niannian’s earnest and argumentative expression when she did anything, his smile deepened, [Situ Jue: Sweetie, if your friends want to know, you can just say you’re dating me.]

[Qi Niannian: I’m a coward, I dare not, and besides... I don’t want to date you.]

Situ Jue, on his end, felt like he was about to spit blood, [Situ Jue: Why not? Am I not good enough for you?]

[Qi Nian: It’s not that. I can’t outtalk you, I can’t beat you, and you take advantage of me. I don’t think that’s good.]