My Fortune-Blessed Leading Lady
Chapter 427: Zhizhi Looks Like the Famous Actor Bo

Chapter 427: Chapter 427: Zhizhi Looks Like the Famous Actor Bo

"Aaaaaah, Yuran, Yuran, you’re just too good at this, giving birth to such an adorable little creature, a tiny milk bun, so cute, so cute."

The weird aunts could barely control their mouths, surrounding Yuran in circle after circle, completely neglecting the temptation of the delicious food, all squeezing in hoping to catch another glimpse of Zhizhi.

Yuran coaxed Zhizhi with a few words and Zhizhi slowly propped herself up, gracing everyone with a frontal view. People pulled out their phones, and Yuran quickly shielded Zhizhi.

Smiling at everyone, she said, "Sorry, no photos, please. Due to my future career, I hope everyone understands."

This request wasn’t too much, and once Yuran mentioned it, everyone’s sanity returned a bit, and they all put away their phones, voluntarily turning them off.

Someone said, "We should just turn off our phones and focus on eating, thanks to Yuran’s hospitality."

After calming down, everyone found their places, sat back down, and Yuran, holding Zhizhi, casually took a seat at a table. The meal officially began. The table where they sat was surrounded by girls, all admiring Zhizhi.

Each one of them wished they could be closer to Yuran, face to face, and tease Zhizhi, who didn’t give them the time of day, pouting her lips and looking full of grievance, not at all carefree and happy like she was at home with her family.

But she wasn’t completely indifferent; Little Fatty’s hand did occasionally let people touch it but just a touch.

If someone reached out to hold her, she would turn her cheek and stretch out her arms to hug Yuran’s neck, not willing to go with anyone else.

After a few exchanges like this, everyone understood Zhizhi’s temperament and didn’t force her anymore. During the meal, someone couldn’t help but say, "I always feel like Zhizhi resembles someone, but for the life of me, I can’t remember who right now."

"Nevermind who she looks like, as long as Yuran knows, that’s enough. If I could have a baby as beautiful as Zhizhi, I wouldn’t just be cautious like Yuran; I would be willing to take a break from school too. She’s too cute, my heart."

"Drooling over such a small child, have you no shame? But really, Zhizhi is so adorable, she’s stolen an aunt’s heart."

Zhizhi could eat some solid foods, and Bo Yan had instructed the hotel manager about this when arranging the venue, so there was an extra bowl of egg custard in front of Yuran.

Zhizhi had a good appetite, finishing half a bowl of the egg custard and adorably burping.

Then regardless of how everyone felt, she lay half over Yuran’s shoulder, looking drowsy and ready to sleep.

Seeing that everyone had pretty much finished their meal, Yuran got up holding Zhizhi, "The promise I gave everyone before, I’ve kept it. As long as everyone had a good meal that’s all that matters. If there’s anything else you want to eat, don’t be shy, feel free to order more."

After eating a lavish meal that cost nearly forty thousand per table, who would have the nerve to order more?

Everyone hurriedly shook their heads, "No need, we’re all full, and it was delicious. I see Zhizhi is about to fall asleep, you should take her to bed."

Yuran nodded and waved to the waiter by the door, who approached, "Ma’am, may I assist with anything?"

Yuran gave a light smile, "Bring out the gifts that were prepared earlier, and distribute them to my friends. Once everyone has their gifts, you all should head back and rest. I won’t keep you any longer, thank you all for looking after me for so long."

Everyone’s expressions changed, feeling that the meal had cost Yuran too much, leaving a bitter taste in their hearts.

Upon receiving Yuran’s gifts, everyone felt even more speechless and apologetic.

On the way back to school, the classmates who had enjoyed a lovely meal almost had the bus to themselves. They looked at each other, and someone unable to hold back, spat out, "Did Yuran marry some rich tycoon or what? Our Imperial City isn’t short on tycoons after all!"

Someone immediately responded, "Regardless of whether she did or not, no one is to speak of this. Yuran has been more than generous with us. It would be utterly disgraceful if we spoke out of turn."

There was silence.

"I’ve got it now, don’t you guys think that Zhizhi resembles Bo Yan, the great movie star?" One of the girls who had been preoccupied with who Zhizhi resembled suddenly stood up, gossiping excitedly.

A male classmate waved it off, "Cut it out, you’re crazy about Bo Yan. Zhizhi is so little; what could you possibly see?"

Everyone nodded in agreement, "I think so too, you’re really overthinking it."

The female classmate rebutted, "No, I’m serious. Don’t you all feel the same way? Think about it carefully?"

"Can’t remember, I think it’s impossible."

The female classmate: "..." Could it be that she was really overthinking? Alright, it indeed seemed unlikely. Bo Yan, the superstar actor, was like an untainted deity, so how could he possibly break his vows, right!

...

Yuran returned to the hotel room with Zhizhi in her arms, Bo Yan had already finished his bath and was leaning against the headboard. Seeing her return, he raised his eyebrows slightly, "Are you done?"

Yuran hummed in response, placed Zhizhi next to him, and asked in confusion, "Why are you taking a bath in the middle of the day?"

Bo Yan bent down to remove the clothes from Zhizhi. On hearing her question, he glanced sideways at Yuran standing beside him, "Do you want to take a bath?"

"Why? Do you find me repulsive?"

Bo Yan had already removed Zhizhi’s one-piece rompers and smiled faintly, the color in the depths of his eyes growing deep, "Not bathing?"

Before Yuran could respond, he added, "It’s fine if you don’t bathe, we can wash after we’re done."

"You... mmm..."

Before Yuran had a chance to curse, she was pulled down onto the bed and silenced with a kiss.

Her struggling hands were restrained, and then there was an added weight on her. Careful not to disturb the sleeping Zhizhi, he scooped her up and headed towards the bathroom.

Outside the window, the traffic roared.

Inside the room, a picture of intimacy.

Bo Yan carried a limp Yuran out of the bathroom. Zhizhi had already changed positions several times and was now lying on the bed, his little arms and legs forming the character "大".

He couldn’t help but chuckle, placing a drowsy Yuran beside Zhizhi and climbing into bed. He then wrapped his arms around both mother and son, and they fell into a deep sleep.

They slept well. When Yuran woke up, it was already late at night. Bo Yan was still asleep beside her, and Zhizhi was quietly playing on the bed, amusedly bending her fingers and those of Bo Yan’s.

Yuran felt like laughing, but then she heard Bo Yan’s hoarse voice from behind, "Awake?"

Thinking of what he had done that afternoon, Yuran felt a mixture of anger and embarrassment. She turned around and bit down on his chin, her voice even huskier than his, "Bo Yan, you went too far."

He had bullied her in the bathroom to such an extent that her legs were still weak.

Bo Yan couldn’t help but laugh, completely ignoring the teeth mark on his chin, "Feel better now? If you’re still not satisfied, I can let you bite me a few more times, how about that?"

Would he truly be willing?

Of course not.

Unwilling to let her suffer, Yuran resentfully thought, then gave him a push, "You get up with your son first. Take him to eat something. I want to sleep. Bring something back for me, okay?"

On hearing Bo Yan’s voice, Zhizhi stood up, ready to climb over Yuran and squeeze into Bo Yan’s arms, struggling clumsily all the while.

Yuran glared at him, "Little traitor."