My Fortune-Blessed Leading Lady
Chapter 419: Seventh Brother, I Wish I Met You Earlier, Would You Have a Puppy Love with Me?

Chapter 419: Chapter 419: Seventh Brother, I Wish I Met You Earlier, Would You Have a Puppy Love with Me?

Bo Yan’s mother and Yuran were both amused by Zhizhi, who had no idea what they were laughing about and grinned with laughter.

When he laughed, he was especially endearing, with two small dimples that made him look irresistibly cute.

Unable to resist, Yuran wanted to pinch him, and Bo Yan’s mother laughingly handed Zhizhi to Yuran. Yuran played with four-month-old Zhizhi on the carpet, and Zhizhi, who was quite active, could already roll over by himself.

Mother and son were like children themselves, frolicking on the carpet. Bo Yan’s mother stood up to go to the kitchen to help Bo Yan. The advantage of an open kitchen was that she could watch the two of them playing in the living room.

Both had as much fun as little kids and were completely lost in their own joy.

The smile on Bo Yan’s face did not fade, and when he saw Bo Yan’s mother come over, he shook his head at her, "Mom, you go keep them company. I can handle things here by myself."

Bo Yan’s mother looked closely at the mature features of her son and laughed, "Now that you have a child, you’ve changed a lot."

Bo Yan didn’t argue with his mother’s words. Instead, he said, "I do indeed have to thank Ranran Baby and Zhizhi."

Bo Yan’s mother listened to his words and wanted to ask something she had thought about several times but never found the right moment. Now was the chance, "Xiaoqi, you call Ranran ’Ranran Baby,’ but you call your actual baby ’Zhizhi’?"

When Zhizhi could speak and started calling Yuran ’Ranran Baby,’ Bo Yan’s mother didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

But that was a story for another time.

Bo Yan felt there was nothing wrong with it, so he explained to his mother, "Mom, in the order of importance, Ranran Baby holds more weight in my heart than my own son.

Ranran Baby can be my baby for a lifetime, but a child can only be a child. The time I can dedicate to a child is limited, but the effort I put into Ranran Baby is limitless, in any respect."

Bo Yan’s mother never imagined that she would have a heart-to-heart with her son one day. Comforted by his words, she had no criticism for his views on love. She knew her son too well; whatever he wanted, he would give his all.

Bo Yan’s mother had dinner at the Platinum Imperial Palace, and the family driver came to take her away. Before leaving, she said to the two of them, "Next weekend your father has a day off, you should bring Zhizhi back for a meal, he hasn’t seen Zhizhi for a long time and must miss him a lot."

Yuran and Bo Yan nodded without hesitation. Yuran smiled and said, "Mom, don’t worry, we will come over Friday night and return on Sunday."

Bo Yan’s mother was pleased, "Good, that’s even better. Go inside; it’s chilly outside. Be careful not to let Zhizhi catch a cold. I’m leaving."

...

As soon as Bo Yan’s mother left, Bo Yan glanced at Yuran beside him. Yuran, puzzled, looked up at him, "Qiqi, why are you looking at me like that?"

Bo Yan chuckled, holding Zhizhi with one hand and wrapping his other arm around her, "Nothing, I just feel very lucky."

Yuran’s heart swelled with joy, her smile reaching the corners of her eyes, animating her entire face, "Mom told me that when Zhizhi frowns, he looks just like you did as a child;

She also said that when you were young, she was worried you had facial muscle paralysis because you rarely smiled, which scared her for quite some time;

Qiqi, what were you like as a child? Were you well-behaved or was Zhizhi the well-behaved one?"

For a long time after that, Yuran was very curious about what Bo Yan had been like as a child and how often he frowned.

When the weekend came to visit the old mansion for a meal, her curiosity was satisfied. Bo Yan’s mother and Zhang’s mother took Zhizhi to play in the garden room and took a stroll in the small garden.

Bo Yan personally dug out his childhood photo albums from the study. To him, those times seemed very distant.

These photos were all kept by his mother. After middle school, he rarely cooperated with his mother in taking photos. Most of the time, she had to take them secretly, and he had not even seen some of them.

Yuran relished the photos. The young Bo Yan was also very handsome; to borrow a phrase, he was handsome from a young age.

As a baby, there were two whole albums of photos, and he really did look a lot like Zhizhi. At least eighty percent similar. The difference was that Zhizhi had dimples that were charming when he smiled, whereas Bo Yan did not.

Zhizhi would give his parents a smile as a courtesy, which Bo Yan never did.

Just like Bo Yan’s mom said, from childhood to adulthood, he always had a stern face, and he was particularly serious.

Yuran laughed and collapsed into his arms, "Xiaoqi, as a child, you really couldn’t smile."

Bo Yan had no memory of his younger days, especially his earliest years. Some photos, he didn’t even know how old he was when they were taken. The candid profiles from his middle school days, any one of them was breathtakingly beautiful.

Bo Yan’s mother was skilled at photography, but Bo Yan’s good looks were the key factor.

Yuran reflected, "Xiaoqi, if I had met you earlier, even earlier, would you have fallen for me while we were still young?"

Bo Yan actually started to ponder this seriously, even hesitating a bit. Yuran waited quietly for him to figure it out.

A few minutes later, Bo Yan looked down and met her gaze, "Perhaps I would have, if you were the same person I met back then, I would have liked you even earlier."

If he could have met the younger Fu Yuran, he probably would have fallen for her as well.

Whether true or not, Yuran was delighted by Bo Yan’s words, her smile curving her eyes. She planted a kiss on Bo Yan’s chin, "Xiaoqi, shouldn’t we also print out some photos of Zhizhi, put them in an album like Mom did, so when Zhizhi grows up, we’ll have something to boast about?"

What a description? Bo Yan couldn’t help but laugh and cry, but he nodded and agreed.

The two of them had actually taken quite a few photos of Zhizhi, most of which were stored on their phones, and not just any phone, but a special one at home used solely for photographing Zhizhi.

There were also many on the DSLR, all imported into the home computer.

Photos are about nostalgia; electronic devices are merely for recording, and the feeling is still not quite the same.

After collecting the photos, they went downstairs. Bo Yan’s father had already returned home and was playing with Zhizhi in the living room.

He had Zhizhi sitting on his lap, and with his hands poised under the little one’s armpits, Zhizhi, though only a bit over four months old, had strong legs that allowed him to bounce with support.

Filled with energy.

And with a rich variety of expressions, he kept squatting down and standing up on Bo Yan’s father’s legs.

It is often said that grandparents dote on their grandchildren, and Bo Yan’s father praised Zhizhi as if he were the best in the heavens and the earth.

Yuran was too embarrassed to listen in, so she leaned into Bo Yan’s ear to whisper teasingly, "Xiaoqi, you never had this kind of treatment, right? Look at your son, the favoritism..."

Bo Yan laughed good-naturedly. Could it be that he, in the eyes of his own treasure, was supposed to be jealous of his son over the doting of Bo Yan’s father?

What a pity, he didn’t get jealous.

So boring.

Yuran pouted; her husband was no fun at all. It was always her at the losing end, really too dull.

Bo Yan’s mother was the first to notice the pair standing at the staircase, smiling, "Finished looking at the photos?"

Yuran nodded, walked up and looped her arm through Bo Yan’s mother’s, sitting beside her, "Mom, it was quite an ordeal; Zhizhi is quite lively."

Before Bo Yan’s mother could reply, Bo Yan’s father boasted, "That’s good, being active. Not like Xiaoqi when he was little, no fun to play with at all."

Bo Yan, who got shot while lying down: "..."