My Fortune-Blessed Leading Lady
Chapter 404: How Could One Willingly Enslave Him

Chapter 404: Chapter 404: How Could One Willingly Enslave Him

Yuran and Bo Yan were having breakfast when they saw the news, although both were on vacation, they still paid attention to the outside world.

The reason was simple: they couldn’t fall behind.

In Yuran’s bowl was a mild millet porridge, with a warmed bird’s nest on the side, and two small bowls of cold, slightly sour dishes in front of her.

Bo Yan sat beside her, occasionally glancing at her chopsticks to see which dish she picked more from.

The ones she liked, he would silently switch positions to make it easier for her to reach them.

Yuran noticed his little movements and, clutching her phone, smiled at him, "Qi Ge, I can reach them, you don’t have to be so careful."

Bo Yan didn’t comply and took her phone away, "Finish breakfast first, then look, okay?"

"Okay."

While seriously eating breakfast, they chatted from time to time, "RSM ending up in Xuan Ze’s hands, I wonder if it’s good or bad."

Bo Yan curved his lips and picked up some pickled cucumbers for her, "It’s a good thing... it gives him more say. He knows very well how tough it was shooting ’Glory’;

He doesn’t need to handle everything personally, doesn’t he have two capable assistants by his side?

All he needs to do is oversee everything. I think he might not even need to oversee, he’s a director who seeks nothing but has his mind full of art;

Why do you think Austin and Duan Chen are so loyal to him? Think about it."

The cucumber in Yuran’s mouth crunched thoughtfully, "The shares of RSM that belong to Xuan Ze were given to him by his mother and father, so, Austin and Duan Chen..."

"Right."

Even before Yuran could speak, she got a confirming conclusion from Bo Yan.

Yuran was somewhat surprised, but soon came to terms, "I just saw the trailer for ’Glory’? Three short individual promo clips;

The teasers also came out, they really grabbed attention."

Bo Yan, "That’s normal, initial promotion, if the effect is good, the cinemas will increase the number of showings, and capital operations will put the presales of the movie in a perfect situation, making money, who doesn’t like that?"

"You’re a box office guarantee, Qi Ge."

Bo Yan, "..."

Seeing Bo Yan’s helplessness, Yuran giggled, "This counts as my first film as Yuran, what if it bombs like Waterloo, dragging you down with me?"

Bo Yan, "I’m not afraid of you dragging me down, I’m afraid that you..."

"Hmm?" Yuran was puzzled, looking at him intently only to see the complexity in his eyes, she suddenly felt bittersweet, "Afraid of... what?"

Bo Yan let go of the spoon in his hand and covered Yuran’s delicate face with his hand, "Baby, I’m afraid you might keep your distance from me because you worry about me, not wanting to drag me down with you."

Yuran was speechless, stunned for several seconds before she burst into a resigned laugh, "Qi Ge, what kind of logic is that? Everyone hopes to leap through the dragon gate and maintain high popularity, how come you actually hope I drag you down?"

Was this line of thinking not abnormal?

"A husband and wife are one; naturally, we share both fortune and misfortune together."

Yuran, "Then have you heard this saying? Husband and wife are birds of the same forest, when disaster strikes..."

"Don’t say it." Before Yuran could finish, Bo Yan pressed his finger against her lips with a narrowing of his eyes that seemed slightly dangerous, "Baby, I don’t like to hear certain things, so don’t say them, okay?"

Yuran: "..."

...

After the meal, Bo Yan helped Yuran into the garden room to soak up the winter sun, which was seldom seen. The weather in the imperial capital was chilly, but the garden room was filled with ample heating and had soft carpets everywhere, which Yuran liked.

Thus, it became the place where they spent the most time every day.

For Bo Yan, as long as Yuran liked something, he would spare no effort to satisfy her preferences.

During that time, Xie Cheng called about the promotion of "Glory."

He asked if he should forward some of RSM’s trailers himself.

It might also be good if Yuran forwarded them.

Xie Cheng brought up another issue, "There’s another thing, I know Yuran is about to give birth, and it’s inconvenient for you to go out at this time, but to dispel the fans’ worries, I hope you can join the publicity tour in two cities.

I can negotiate the timing. I just spoke with Xuan Ze on the phone, and Qi Younian has already asked for leave on Yuran’s behalf, making it clear that Yuran won’t be joining the promotional tour;

If you also don’t go, I’m afraid the public opinion might turn negative. If you go, I also worry that the public might attack Yuran;

After all, being a major movie star, you’re personally joining the promotional tour, but Yuran, a newcomer, wouldn’t be showing her face at all;

So, I’m a bit conflicted right now. Maybe you shouldn’t go either, how about that?"

Xie Cheng really had seriously considered this issue. Both being lead actors, their absence would raise eyebrows; being present at this particular time, however, was especially awkward.

Bo Yan remained silent and didn’t respond for a while. As he watched Yuran reclining half-side in the garden room, he couldn’t help but smile, "I’ll call Xuan Ze directly,

As for the publicity tour, you and Qi Younian can handle it, I’ll make it clear to him."

Xie Cheng, "Alright then..."

After hanging up the phone, Bo Yan approached Yuran in the garden room with the thin blanket draped over his arm. The room was filled with succulents; some were thriving, while others looked lifeless.

Bo Yan had seen Yuran leaning sideways just now, observing the succulent at her feet. It was a pink lotus-shaped succulent, distinctly layered, but the part emerging from the soil was rotting and black.

He draped the thin blanket over Yuran’s legs and helped her sit on the chaise lounge next to her. "What are you looking at so intently?"

Yuran pointed to the succulent she had been observing, "Perhaps it’s too hot in here, it seems like it’s about to die, Qi Ge, shall we transplant this one outside?"

"No need, I’ll have the gardener look at it later. Are you feeling sleepy?"

Yuran blinked, unable to hold back a laugh and a cry, "Qi Ge, I just woke up and had breakfast, and lately, I’m not very sleepy. Do we have any hawthorn at home? I feel like having some."

"Hawthorn is cooling, you can’t eat it. How about we wait until after the baby is born?"

Yuran: "..."

Bo Yan sat down beside her, holding her hand, "You can blame me if you like, but you can’t eat that for now. Let me talk about something important to you."

"What is it?"

"’Glory’ is starting its promotional tours, and neither of us can attend. I will explain the reasons to Xuan Ze clearly. Is there anything else you need me to clarify on your behalf?"

Yuran shook her head, "Not really, just explain it for me. Right now, I can barely walk a little distance without getting out of breath. The timing isn’t right, I feel bad for him."

Bo Yan’s expression flickered with worry, "Let me massage your legs; they’ve been swelling badly recently."

As he spoke, he was about to kneel on the ground, but Yuran quickly stopped him, "No need, just massage them tonight before bed. It’s not too bad right now."

Bo Yan was having a harder time than she was these days.

How could she take him for granted and enslave him like this?