My Fortune-Blessed Leading Lady
Chapter 399: You Don’t Understand What You Mean to Me

Chapter 399: Chapter 399: You Don’t Understand What You Mean to Me

Zhang Ma saw the fruit she had cut returned untouched by the lady of the house, her face full of suspicion, "Madam, this... the Young Master and Young Mistress don’t like to eat it?"

A bit anxious.

Didn’t the Young Mistress say yesterday that she wanted to eat cherries, kiwi, and pineapple?

Early this morning, they had the freshest fruit delivered, could it be that the Young Mistress no longer wanted to eat it?

Mrs. Bo waved her hand, her smile undiminished, "No, no, the young couple hasn’t seen each other for several days, right? It’s not suitable to disturb them now.

Young people, after all, I’ll send it over later."

Sitting by the sofa, Mrs. Bo reminisced with emotion, and Zhang Ma sat on the other side listening to her chatter, "Zhang Ma, do you think this is the unpredictability of life?

If it were two years ago, who would have thought, that good-for-nothing son of mine would get along so well with his darling?

I’ve doubted more than once that his true love was a man. I’m also aware of the mockery from others, but I have a thick skin, I don’t mind;

But occasionally when I’m back at home, I still get quite angry;

Those old biddies in the compound, mocking my son for being born into privilege but still lacking a proper occupation;

Getting on in years and still not seeking a wife, could there be something wrong?

It made me so angry, they have the nerve to say my son is shirking his duties? My son reached the pinnacle as soon as he came of age, working independently and having no worries about clothes and food,

Not to mention their own sons, who do nothing but fool around and court disaster in batches, not worrying about fathering a freak."

Zhang Ma knew about these things, but as Mrs. Bo said, she largely didn’t take them to heart. Zhang Ma used to think that she truly didn’t care.

Who would have thought that this wasn’t indifference, but rather a deep concern?

Listening to Mrs. Bo’s constant prattle, Zhang Ma wasn’t annoyed at all. She had served the Bo Family for over thirty years in the compound, and there was nothing she didn’t know.

Although later, she moved out with the senior Mr. Bo and his wife to live here alone, that was just a few years ago; before that, they had lived in the compound.

She’d heard some of the gossip, but as Mrs. Bo had said, when many a young scion was squandering their family’s wealth, Bo Yan had already become a prominent young entrepreneur with an annual income of over a hundred million.

As wealth piled up with age, it only grew larger.

To this day, even Mrs. Bo, his mother, probably didn’t know how much property her son owned.

Suddenly hearing Mrs. Bo talk about the past, Zhang Ma felt a bit nostalgic too, but she couldn’t help smiling at her last statement, "Madam needn’t be angry, isn’t the Young Master doing well now?

He’s married, has a child, his career and family are harmonious, and the wife happens to be the girl you like, how satisfying."

Mrs. Bo was happy, the annoyance swept away, "You’re right, if it weren’t for my son’s special status, would I have swallowed my pride? Ah, but nothing is as important as our new family member."

As she dismissed the past, Zhang Ma smiled without making a comment.

The lady of the house was optimistic by nature, with a big heart, grumbling only when something came to mind and then letting it go without holding grudges.

Her disposition was extremely good.

...

In the greenhouse, Yuran’s face flushed red as Bo Yan released her, her punch landing weakly on Bo Yan’s shoulder, "Mom saw us just now."

Bo Yan’s somewhat coarse hand gently stroked her blushing cheek, smiling, "So she saw, mom would only be happy for us. I’m going to bring out the fruit for you, wait here for me."

With that, he kissed her reddened cheek again.

Yuran: "...Seventh Brother, you..."

Bo Yan chuckled, "Am I not allowed to be unable to restrain myself in front of my wife?"

"Do you think you’re not charming enough, or is it that your husband has too much self-control?"

Returning to the living room, Bo Yan saw his mother laughing merrily. When she saw him come in, she asked, "Are you here to get some fruit?"

"Yeah, Mom, where’s the fruit?"

Bo’s mother pointed to the low table in front of her, "Even if you’re full of youthful vigor, you should know that your wife is pregnant now, and you can’t mess around."

Bo Yan’s hand, holding the fruit, trembled, and he nodded, "Mom, I’m not a beast, I want our baby to stay with us for a long, long time, more than anyone else."

After all, falling for someone is hard enough, let alone finding someone who likes you back.

Bo’s mother nodded in satisfaction, "Go on, take good care of her. Her appetite has been poor these last few days. She’s young, so you need to be extra considerate and not make her angry."

The corners of Bo Yan’s eyes crinkled with a smile, "Yes, I know."

Bo’s mother was pleased. She knew very well that her son would do as he promised, and seeing how he cherished Yuran, she was confident he would be good to their baby.

Watching her son’s tall, straight figure walk away, Bo’s mother felt a tinge of emotion, "He’s grown up."

Zhang Ma chuckled beside her, "Young Master is just as he should be, isn’t he? The madam must be delighted. You hoped so much that they would end up together."

Although Little Yuran was a bit obstinate at first and not the most likable character, after everything that happened, her transformation was clear to all the old servants.

And now, she was the perfect match for their young master.

Most importantly, their young master liked her, and that was truly precious.

Bo’s mother nodded, "Exactly."

...

It was as if Yuran had suddenly vanished from the circle. Her official social media accounts and secondary accounts no longer had any updates. The last update was still about the incident with Lu Xiao, and that was two or three months ago. Yet, everything remained the same.

A topic on the official account suddenly went viral.

#YuranMissingFromTheRealWorld#

As a result, a large number of Diwai students promoted this topic.

[Yuran studies diligently and never misses a class. Where did this ’disappearance’ come from?]

[There are only a few campus goddesses; keyboard warriors, please spare them. She’s our school’s pride. Can’t you mind your own business?]

Diwai students are known for their excellence in the country. At least according to the data, they are all outstanding and generally don’t like to meddle in others’ affairs. This unexpected level of concern was quite a surprise.

Other than attending classes, Yuran spent her time in the old mansion, nurturing her pregnancy. In the first three months, she had strong reactions, visibly losing weight at a rapid pace.

Bo Yan and Bo’s mother were terribly worried, alternating between recipes to nourish her. Whatever she ate, she vomited.

Bo Yan’s complexion turned so pale that he looked more pitiful than his pregnant wife.

Each time she tried to comfort Bo Yan, he would ask her not to speak, his face full of tender concern.

Xie Cheng would occasionally send him work notices for must-attend events. Other than that, Bo Yan stayed by Yuran’s side every moment she wasn’t in class.

He feared that if he wasn’t careful, Yuran might get hurt.

Even when Yuran was in class, he would send her a message every hour. This was after Yuran had argued her case. Otherwise, every ten minutes would have been possible.

Yuran felt he was being overly attentive, but Bo Yan told her, "Little treasure, you don’t understand what you mean to me."