My Fortune-Blessed Leading Lady
Chapter 401: Winning People’s Hearts

Chapter 401: Chapter 401: Winning People’s Hearts

Yuran had heard a saying before, "If you treat others sincerely, they will treat you sincerely in return."

Her relationships with her classmates were not particularly close, but during this major gossip outbreak, she had not expected her classmates to be so supportive.

She was helped down to sit in her seat, and her classmates all crowded around her, making it impossible to pass through.

They began questioning her in bits and pieces.

"So now someone has noticed, someone is backstabbing you, planning to smear your name? Who has a conscience that cannot find peace?"

"Exactly, don’t worry. From now on, we as classmates will help each other out. Just speak up if you have any troubles. We should definitely stand up for you."

"Yes, yes, yes, class leader, let’s organize, let’s form a team and meet Yuran at the school gate."

...

Yuran had no chance to speak, as her classmates had decided she would be escorted into school for the coming month.

Seeing everyone busying themselves for her, Yuran actually felt somewhat guilty. She was about to say it wasn’t necessary, but before she could speak, someone interrupted her, "Yuran, don’t say a word. We will decide on these little things."

Yuran: "..."

That day when she got home from school, Yuran told Bo Yan about the incident. By then, her legs were somewhat swollen, and Bo Yan was kneeling on one knee to massage them.

She reached her fingers into Bo Yan’s thick hair and smilingly told him about it.

Invisibly to her, Bo Yan’s eyes darkened. He looked up with a gentle expression, "Leave this matter to me. Is there anywhere else you feel uncomfortable? Your classmates are nice. How about preparing some afternoon tea for everyone? Lotus Cup from Fuyunfang has a new set, shall I make a reservation in advance?"

Yuran nonchalantly stretched her other leg onto his, "Neither of my legs feel like they belong to me, but luckily the baby is quiet.

Fuyunfang has released a new dessert?"

As Bo Yan massaged her, he laughed, "Of course, if you’re okay with it, I’ll make the reservation ahead of time."

"That would be great, thank you, honey."

She cupped Bo Yan’s face and kissed him on the lips, "Having you is just wonderful."

Bo Yan smiled silently, having her was indeed wonderful.

That night, after Yuran fell asleep, Bo Yan called Xie Cheng. Yuran had fallen asleep within minutes of lying down, the warm light casting a serene glow on her face.

If anyone dared to disrupt this warmth, he was ready to turn into a demon without fear.

As soon as Xie Cheng received Bo Yan’s call and heard his words, he immediately lost any will to sleep just when he was psyching himself up to travel the world.

Couldn’t these idiots give him a break?

Was it like they were borrowing her womb or what?

Feeling greatly displeased, he said, "I got it. I will follow up on this matter and give you an answer tomorrow."

"As soon as possible."

Xie Cheng, "Naturally..."

...

The next day, indeed, about six or seven people from the Arabic Language Department were at the gate to meet Yuran, displaying pomp as if they were welcoming the empress mother. Yuran didn’t know whether to laugh or cry but chatted with her classmates as they headed back to the classroom.

She keenly observed the people around her to see if anyone’s emotions were overly apparent.

After scanning the crowd, she found nothing unusual, so she could only follow her classmates and leave.

Upon learning that Yuran was pregnant, and that it was later in her pregnancy, she was like a giant panda.

Anything that required manual labor, there was someone else to do it, regardless of gender, and they were all quite efficient. That afternoon, everyone received a thank you from Yuran.

The legendary Fuyunfang, which required reservations to be made seven or eight days in advance and where a single dessert cost four figures, that famously did not deliver—Fuyunfang.

They actually sent over the newly launched Lotus Cup meals to more than seventy students at the Diwai Arabic Language Department.

It included two snacks and a fruit drink.

And a bowl of sweet soup.

Qi Nian also got a portion, which he had to collect from the Arabic Language Department himself.

Fuyunfang was well-regarded, and anyone who had lived in the capital for a few months had heard of it; even if they couldn’t afford it, it didn’t stop them from looking.

He’d never imagined that he, too, would one day hold a Lotus Cup from Fuyunfang.

One of the top ten wonders was the shocked faces of everyone in their department.

Yuran watched everyone’s confused expressions and lightly said, "This is to thank you all for taking care of me. It’s just a Lotus Cup; don’t be shy, please enjoy."

"Ah ah ah ah... Yuran, it turns out you were the wealthy big BOSS all along. I can’t handle it, your leg, I need to hold on tight to it."

"In my lifetime, I must add the Lotus Cup from Fuyunfang."

"Me too, me too, I thought I might have a chance to visit Fuyunfang after working for ten years, but I never imagined, Yuran, you are our treasure."

Yuran disdainfully said, "Scram, don’t be disgusting, just eat your Lotus Cups before they get cold and aren’t tasty anymore."

No one felt like making clever remarks anymore, they just bowed their heads and hastily ate—the food was exquisite and left a lingering fragrance in the mouth, truly a creation of a historical giant.

This craftmanship wasn’t for nothing.

The Fuyunfang’s delivery of Lotus Cups to the Arabic Language Department smelled amazing and wafted through the air.

It quickly spread throughout the different departments of Diwai, with people vividly describing it as if they had tasted it themselves.

Then some found out these Lotus Cups were a treat from Yuran, and Yuran was then branded a hidden wealthy individual.

A newbie who had not been in the field long, without any notable works, how much money could she have?

The key was that Fuyunfang, a place that did not deliver, had made an exception for her; how influential must one be?

This wasn’t just about money anymore. Yuran wasn’t trying to be ostentatious; she just wanted to divert everyone’s attention, and Bo Yan meant to do the same.

That’s why this whole event took place.

Yuran became famous, famously extravagant.

When the Arab Language Department students were asked about it, they acted unconcerned—an expression of it being none of their business. Sometimes, when pressed, they retorted, "You ask me, but who do I ask? If there’s food to eat, wouldn’t you eat it?

It’s Fuyunfang, no matter who is paying. It’s given to me, how could I, a mere mortal, resist?"

They countered all the questions about how Yuran was so rich, how she could afford Fuyunfang, and if she was being kept by someone.

Yuran had managed to win over her classmates; they weren’t too curious, although they were a bit curious about her husband. But they dared not ask.

They thought there must be a significant backing; to book two-thirds of Fuyunfang’s Lotus Cups for a day and almost dismiss all other reservations showed immense power, which was rare.

In case they learned something they didn’t want to know, that could truly be troublesome.

Forget it, forget it, better not ask.

Why should they care, with food and drink aplenty? Isn’t that enough, isn’t that happiness? It’s Fuyunfang after all!