My Fortune-Blessed Leading Lady
Chapter 434: Warmth

Chapter 434: Chapter 434: Warmth

The moment Yuran opened the door, she was greeted by a milk-scented hug. Zhizhi pressed his face against hers, his face full of smiles, "Mommy’s back, daddy, mommy’s back."

"Yeah, are you happy?" Bo Yan, wearing a Grey Wolf apron, walked over from the kitchen with a smile in his eyes, "The sweet and sour pork loin is just finished, the timing is perfect."

Yuran, holding Zhizhi, walked up to him and tiptoed to give him a kiss, "Thank you, hubby."

Zhizhi’s dark eyes whirled around, and he also leaned in to kiss Bo Yan’s face, "Thank you, daddy."

Bo Yan laughed, taking Zhizhi from Yuran’s arms, "Mommy can’t carry you anymore, daddy will carry you, all right?"

Zhizhi squinted and smiled, "Sure, mommy is the baby."

"Pfft..." Bo Yan laughed while holding the little guy in his arms, his eyes twinkling with joy.

Yuran’s smile stiffened slightly as her suspicious gaze swept back and forth between the two, "Have you two been hiding some secret from me?"

The father and son, with identical expressions, shook their heads and said in unison, "No."

The last dish that Bo Yan made was the sweet and sour pork loin, and Yuran began to eat as soon as she washed her hands.

With four dishes and one soup, the family of three had a warm meal together.

Seeing Bo Yan placing Yuran’s favorite dishes into her bowl, Zhizhi sat at his little table, his large eyes watching Bo Yan, "Daddy..."

Bo Yan turned his head, looking at him with his eyes filled with a pleading look, and hummed, "Sweetie, what is it?"

"Daddy, can you help Zhizhi serve mommy some dishes, please?"

Watching her son wanting to do it yet struggling with his short stature, Yuran couldn’t help but chuckle, "Sweetie, do you know what mommy likes to eat?"

"I know."

"What is it?"

Zhizhi counted on his chubby fingers, smiling with shallow dimples, "The things Zhizhi likes, mommy likes too, pineapple, cherries..."

The cunning litany of items, all his favorite fruits, made Yuran raise her eyebrows slightly. Seeing her son’s earnest expression, she felt a deep sense of emotion.

Every day, facing a husband handsome enough to cause public outrage and a son she wanted to steal away, her mood was absolutely delightful.

The little bun spoke for quite a while, then realized that both his parents were staring straight at him, suddenly feeling a bit embarrassed, "Daddy, mommy..."

Yuran couldn’t help but cup his little face and kiss him, "Sweetie is right, whatever you like, mommy likes too."

Breaking into a radiant smile, the little schemer laughed like a little angel on earth.

...

"Brother Qi, Xuan Ze is planning to cast me in RSM’s big investment this year, I took a role."

As soon as Yuran finished speaking, Bo Yan’s eyebrows subconsciously furrowed, then he paused his activities and looked up at the girl’s face opposite him, "What role?"

Yuran grinned slyly, "Brother Qi, are you unhappy?"

"Not at all." Someone was clearly maintaining his pride while suffering inside.

"Really?" Yuran clearly didn’t believe it.

Bo Yan bowed his head, his voice low, "Really."

Yuran sighed, cupping her face and staring into his eyes without blinking, "Brother Qi, is it so hard to honestly admit that you don’t want to let me go?"

Bo Yan replied, "Stopping you is very difficult."

Yuran originally intended to tease him, but after that comment, all her playful thoughts disappeared, leaving only self-reproach and guilt. She hurriedly made amends, "Brother Qi, I’ve taken on the role of the Empress Dowager, and I should be done in about half a month."

"Really?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Bo Yan restrained his excited expression, feeling it was too obvious, and coughed awkwardly twice, shifting his gaze back onto Yuran’s face, "Baby, do you genuinely want to play the Empress Dowager, or is it because of me and Zhizhi that you..."

"Stop right there, Brother Qi." Yuran couldn’t help but laugh and cry, "Brother Qi, even if it’s for you, isn’t that okay?

In the past two years, haven’t you given up a lot for me and Zhizhi? I’m not trying to compete over who has given up more;

I just want to tell you that you’re worth it; no resource can replace the time I want to spend with you because there’s nothing that can replace what’s between us."

Caught off guard, Bo Yan did not know what to say, "...Baby..."

Yuran reached out her hand, holding his, her eyes smiling warmly, "Brother Qi, I love being with you every day."

Bo Yan, feeling helpless, "You talk like this, and I’m going to want to retire immediately."

Yuran stood up and kissed his forehead, "You still need to provide for me and Zhizhi, you can’t retire.

Today Xuan Ze told me you seemed reluctant and forced when working; I told him it was the photo Zhizhi took, did he need it?"

Without needing to think, Bo Yan knew the answer. Upon hearing his name, Zhizhi lifted his little head, "Mom, are you praising me?"

"Yes, baby, Mom is saying you’re handsome."

Zhizhi smiled confidently and proudly, "Because Dad and Mom are beautiful too."

"Pfft..." Yuran whispered to Bo Yan, "Tell me, does Zhizhi take after you or me?"

Bo Yan smiled, his tenderness inexhaustible for them both, "No matter who he resembles, he’s our baby."

"Yeah."

...

After a two-year backlog of scripts, Huanya sought Yuran out again once they heard she had decided on a comeback.

This time, it was Gui Yu who approached Yuran personally. Bo Yan was informed, and after discussing it with him, Yuran decided to meet.

After all, even if it were a conspiracy, it was better to uncover it herself rather than wait to become a passive victim of others’ schemes.

As Zhizhi brushed his teeth by himself in the bathroom, the couple stood at the door, "Brother Qi, why does Xi Nian insist on having me in this big production?"

Bo Yan, "It’s personal charm, Xi Nian has been restructuring Huanya over the past few years. Currently, Huanya is divided between two strong contenders holding almost equal shares. Xi Nian has a slight upper hand. If his unique vision manages to turn the tides, then the shares he holds might win by a huge margin;

My letting you participate isn’t because I trust Huanya, but because I feel Huanya has no ulterior motives for now."

Yuran stepped forward, stopping just in front of him, then wrapped her arms around his waist, her face against his chest, "Ah, how fortunate I am to have such a husband. I’m so happy I could wake from dreams smiling."

Bo Yan, "If I don’t treat you a little better, even better, and you ran off with someone else, where would I go to cry?"

For some reason, Yuran suddenly thought of the desperate look on Bo Yan’s face when she was giving birth to Zhizhi, and she squeezed him tighter.

Sensing her emotional shift, Bo Yan was puzzled, "What’s wrong? Why are you suddenly clinging to me like this? I’m flattered."

"Brother Qi, you..."

"Hmm?"

Yuran solemnly, "Brother Qi, can you always treat me well, forever?"

If she just thought about Bo Yan not treating her well in the future, she knew she’d be incredibly sad, very, very upset.