My Fortune-Blessed Leading Lady
Chapter 410: Lowest First-Day Box Office in Film History

Chapter 410: Chapter 410: Lowest First-Day Box Office in Film History

Bai Leyao looked a bit sad, gazing miserably at Yuran, "Yuran, does little Zhizhi hate me?"

Yuran was dumbfounded, "He was only born yesterday, he opened his eyes looking like this, and then he’s been sleeping. Where do you see that Zhizhi doesn’t like you?"

Bai Leyao argued her point, "Look at his little expressions, is he despising me?"

Annan and Qi Nian were very surprised and came over to watch, only to see little Zhizhi looking serious and rigid, appearing sleepy, with not a hint of contempt.

Annan patted Bai Leyao’s head, "Poor kid, it’s only you who can see that Zhizhi is despising you, not an easy feat."

Qi Nian imitated, "Poor kid."

Bai Leyao swatted their hands away, "Go away, don’t touch me like you’re petting a dog, you two are so annoying."

Little Zhizhi soon fell asleep, quietly, like a little white dumpling baby, he really was so white, at least four or five shades lighter than average babies.

Qi Feng took several selfies of Zhizhi and posted them in the Sprinting Legs group chat.

[Gao Can: Wow wow wow... Qi Feng, where did you kidnap this child from, have you no shame? Believe it or not, I’ll call the police?]

[Xie Cheng: You misunderstood, this is Bo Yan’s son.]

[Gao Can: ...Wrong, I’ve only been out of touch for a few months, what did I miss?]

[Situ Jue: You missed the whole process of Young Master Bo’s son’s conception, dare you ask more?]

[Gao Can: I tell you heartless guys, I am struggling in M country, where it’s so tough and remote, how difficult it is for me, not even a bit of comfort for my frail soul, yet you group up to mock me, utterly outrageous.

Is this really Young Master Bo’s baby? You guys aren’t kidding, right?]

[Xie Cheng: To deceive an idiot, what’s there to feel achieved about.]

[Qi Feng: +1]

[Situ Jue: +1]

[Gao Can: ...]

Worried about affecting Yuran’s rest, everyone left within half an hour. Annan, Qi Nian, and Bai Leyao kept staring at little Zhizhi, finding it hard to leave him.

Little Zhizhi, soft and cuddly, with a round chubby face and pale skin, had thick black hair and long, curling eyelashes.

Like a doll from a display window, Annan couldn’t resist pinching his little hand, "Yuran, with such an adorable soft bundle to look after, who could still be in the mood to work?"

Yuran’s eyes were warm with a smile, her gaze on her son tender, "I need to earn money to provide for him, so naturally, I have to work."

Qi Nian’s eyes were glued to Zhizhi, thinking deep down that good genes really make a difference, even the mutations are beautiful.

This kind of doll that only appears in retouched photos in magazines, she actually saw it with her own eyes.

When Bai Leyao left, she was reluctant, "Yuran, when can I come to see Zhizhi next time?"

Bo Yan’s lips pursed, looking at the reluctant few, his eyes slightly deepen, "Wait until she is discharged from the hospital. During this time, it’s not suitable to come."

The three shuddered inexplicably, such attitude, simply too cold.

The three hurriedly nodded, chiming in unison, "Yes, yes, yes, Bo Yan the great actor is right, it was inconsiderate of us. Yuran, you take good care of yourself, and once you’re out of confinement, we’ll come to see you."

"Yeah, okay, take care on your way."

Bo Yan continued, "Don’t worry, Situ Jue will handle it. Does your wound hurt?"

Yuran was distracted by his question, shaking her head, "It’s okay, I just need to walk around soon. Are grandpa and grandma coming over later?"

Bo Yan shook his head, looking at her tired face, "I’ve talked to my parents already. Grandpa and Grandma won’t come. During this time of wound healing, it is not advisable for you to see too many people, worrying about bacterial infection.

When you’re feeling a bit better, maybe after the first month, your grandparents will come directly to our house,"

"Baby, don’t make me worry, I..."

Yuran squeezed his hand and said okay.

...

On the second day of the lunar new year, the eagerly anticipated "Glory" debuted amid waves of unceasing hype.

At midnight, ticket sales began.

The first day’s box office was quite ordinary, not even reaching one hundred million.

According to major platforms, the first-day box office was just over eighty million, starting high and going low.

Previously, the media had hyped it up so much, but now the box office results were a huge letdown, thus sparking ridicule online.

Various critical comments all flooded towards Yuran.

"My God, a film featuring Bo Yan has never been so disappointing before, Yuran must be dragging everyone down."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, Bo Yan’s box office legend actually got shattered by someone."

"Who chose this role, doesn’t Yuran understand the director at all?"

...

Online, both random people and Bo Yan’s fans were highly dissatisfied with the box office results, and they blamed Yuran.

Everyone felt that it was because of Yuran’s participation that the box office quality dropped, holding Bo Yan back.

Compared to the explosive online atmosphere,

the two of them almost forgot about the release date of their new film."

Because her wounds were somewhat painful and itchy, Yuran was not having an easy time, and taking care of her alone was enough to consume all of Bo Yan’s energy; he simply had no time to pay attention to other things.

Not to mention the various issues "Glory" was fermenting online.

It was only on the third day of the lunar new year, when Bo Yan’s phone, which had run out of power, was charged, that he received a call from Xie Cheng. "The first day’s box office of ’Glory’ was just over eighty million, the lowest in your career.

The whole net is criticizing Yuran. Many of your fans and even random people think it’s Yuran’s fault. I think it’s necessary to report this to you."

"You think so too?"

Bo Yan asked while Yuran was already asleep on the bed, not very peacefully, with furrowed brows. He held the phone and stepped out of the ward.

In the empty corridor, he held his breath, waiting for Xie Cheng’s response.

Xie Cheng was taken aback for a moment and then said, "I’ve seen the movie. Neither of your performances had any issues; now we’re waiting for the professional critics’ reviews and the initial audience comments.

If the reputation is poor or the box office doesn’t rise, then it can only be said that Xuan Ze’s story is niche, but it’s not related to the performance."

Xie Cheng isn’t one to flatter others, nor is he known for being good-tempered, but he tells it like it is. He has a keen eye; occasionally, he used to speculate which artists in the circle were likely to become famous in a few years.

And believe it or not, the actors he had singled out were now shining stars in the circle, with Lao Ji being one such newcomer he once earmarked and signed.

And now? The man is a movie emperor.

Bo Yan didn’t really see this as a big deal, and responded coldly, "Then what are you worried about? The acting is on point, the plot is tight, the story is good, the production team is also fine. The audience isn’t blind—are the box office figures really something to worry about?"

Xie Cheng was speechless, suddenly laughing, "Right, my concerns are a mess. You get some rest, I’ll follow up on this."

"Okay."