My Fortune-Blessed Leading Lady
Chapter 400: Thanking Each of You One by One

Chapter 400: Chapter 400: Thanking Each of You One by One

After hearing this sentence once, Yuran didn’t want to hear it a second time; it was too unfair to Bo Yan, so she discussed with him and they decided on hourly updates.

Sometimes, when Yuran got busy, she would forget, but the wristband she wore would remind her.

After the morning sickness passed, Yuran’s appetite suddenly increased. Bo Yan would go out to find whatever odd or fancy foods she craved.

Whether he had heard of them or not, he would try his best to find them.

If he couldn’t find them, he would make them himself after figuring out how to do so.

He wasn’t worried about Yuran being picky and troubling him; he was worried about her not being able to eat.

Then, the weight Yuran lost was gradually regained under his care, and Bo Yan’s mother could hardly help, just watching the young couple fuss over it.

Through the time of Yuran’s pregnancy, she actually got to rediscover her son all over again.

Watching her son tenderly care for the baby, watching him prepare meals and busy himself tirelessly on behalf of the baby, she wished she could split him into eight to handle it all.

She felt somewhat relieved.

It turned out her son could be so lively and amusing.

When Yuran was five months pregnant, Bo Yan’s public appearances gradually vanished, and his fans suddenly realized that their idol had disappeared from their sight without a trace.

Searching the internet, they couldn’t find any trace of his activities.

The Diyang PR Department’s inbox was nearly paralyzed by fans demanding to see their idol.

Situ Jue directly released an official post under the company’s name.

Diyang Media V: Announcement regarding our company’s directly managed artist Bo Yan taking a leave of absence. Due to his continuous busy schedule since debut, Mr. Bo Yan has recently decided to adjust his workload and take an extended leave of indefinite length;

His completed movies will meet with everyone online next year. Thank you all for your concern.

When Diyang Media released this official post, it was like a huge stone thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples everywhere.

For the fans of Bo Yan, it was like a bolt from the blue. The presence of their idol was like spiritual nourishment, but now he was taking an indefinite leave.

How could this be?

To soothe the fans’ emotions, Situ Jue tried to persuade Bo Yan to post on the official blog once a week, even just a selfie would do.

This resulted in an outright refusal from Bo Yan, but luckily, Yuran understood the fans’ feelings and helped persuade Situ Jue in their favor.

Bo Yan looked at her with a reproachful expression, "Baby... if we must post, isn’t it not impossible, shall you take the photo for me?"

Yuran smiled, her eyes curving, "Of course, I’ll take it for you."

With the response Situ Jue wanted, he immediately had the PR department issue another official post, promising fan benefits without specifying what they were, thus keeping the fans’ emotions at a peak.

When Yuran was six months pregnant, her belly suddenly ballooned like a blown-up balloon, every walk making Bo Yan anxious.

If it weren’t for the doctor advising her to exercise a bit, even just walking, otherwise it would be difficult during delivery,

he would have become her personal transporter, carrying Yuran wherever she needed to go.

The more careful he was, the more Yuran felt sorry for him.

As the weather turned cold, her clothes were several sizes too big, making her look bulky, but the only advantage was that her pregnancy wasn’t noticeable.

Every day, reporters lingered at the gate of Imperial University, but they could never catch a photo of Yuran. They were also confused; no one said Yuran had dropped out or taken a leave of absence, yet they just couldn’t snap her picture. Entering Imperial University was out of the question.

Yuran’s classmates saw her growing day by day and joked, "Does your family feed you fodder? You look as if you’ve been instantly fattened by hormones."

Yuran was shocked, "No way, have I gotten that fat?"

Her classmates burst into laughter, and a male classmate immediately joked, "Don’t listen to their nonsense, you probably just wear more these days, making you look bulkier;

Yuran, when did your health get so poor? Bundling up so thickly."

Yuran, "...you guys are really boring."

Annan and Qi Nian both knew she was pregnant. Qi Nian always brought her delicious food, all imported goods, nice stuff.

Once, Yuran teased her, "Yo, Little Niannian has been acting like she’s struck it rich lately, sending everything good my way without a second thought. Did you buy a lottery ticket?"

Qi Nian’s face turned red, her innocent eyes fixating on her, "You, you... you know exactly what you’re doing, you’re bullying me."

Saying this, she quickly left their classroom, and a female classmate mimicked Qi Niannian’s actions.

Yuran laughed, tossing a chocolate to her, "Don’t be so annoying, my Qi Niannian is really too naive, so easy to deceive."

On the table, apart from Situ Jue bringing things all the way for Little Niannian, who else could it be?

I wonder what stage their relationship has reached—could they be together?

It’s not impossible.

Thinking this, Yuran found it extremely amusing, her mouth filled with the fragrance of chocolate jam and its sweet tartness.

...

In the later stages of her pregnancy, Yuran wore specially tailored clothes, which made her condition less noticeable, yet those with experience could still tell at a glance that Yuran was pregnant.

And she was about to give birth soon.

This matter somehow got spread around in Diwai; people from the Arabic Language Department occasionally focused their gaze on Yuran’s belly.

How could Yuran not be aware of everyone’s curiosity?

She had someone close the classroom door, then walked up to the lectern herself, looking at everyone, "You must have heard all the rumors going around the school recently. These days, looking at me from time to time, you also want to verify, right?"

Everyone was embarrassed; the students from the Arabic Language Department, were united and had no intention of probing into privacy, but they had unintentionally hurt Yuran.

Everyone was very sorry, each of them awkwardly looking downward.

Yuran smiled, "Don’t be nervous, what I mean is, let me be honest with you. You don’t have to be curious and, of course, I hope you can keep this secret for me."

The crowd looked up in surprise, Yuran’s smile curving her eyes, probably because after the morning sickness, the baby had been very well-behaved and every check-up feedback had been good, so although she had gained quite a lot of weight during this period, her mood was also very good.

"I am indeed pregnant, and the due date is in February next year."

"Sss..."

It’s already December, Yuran had kept it hidden too well.

Looking at the shocked faces and their astonished expressions, Yuran’s smile widened, "Don’t be so surprised, okay? I got married, overseas."

Quiet, a deadly silence.

After a long while, Yuran winked at everyone, "Your expressions look so serious, so I’m asking, can you keep a secret for me? As a reward, when my child is born, I’ll have my child come and thank each of you personally."

"My God..." a sudden burst of expletives.

All of it was unexpected.

But after coming to their senses, two female students in the front row quickly went to help Yuran down, "You’re at such an advanced stage of pregnancy, don’t be so reckless. Don’t worry, from now on, your classmates will look out for you."