My Fortune-Blessed Leading Lady
Chapter 455: How Can I Not Be Angry? I Am the Legitimate Wife

Chapter 455: Chapter 455: How Can I Not Be Angry? I Am the Legitimate Wife

Yuran smiled and remained silent.

Some memories would surface faster as she met more people. She used to see Ou Jinchu’s name without any feeling, but confronting him face-to-face, some submerged images would flood her mind.

Her memories of Ou Jinchu were by no means good.

Not good at all.

As a distant Ou Jinchu spoke to Lin Bai behind him, "Yuran is unlike any opponent we’ve had before, don’t reveal your hand too easily."

Lin Bai’s face grew solemn, a trace of disdain flickered in his eyes, "Is it because of the Bo Family?"

Ou Jinchu hummed in agreement, "It’s not just that. Yuran’s status as the orphan heir of martyrs allows her to protect herself unless we can trample her completely at one go. Otherwise, there’s no point."

Lin Bai nodded, "I understand what you mean, Miss."

Ou Jinchu continued, "Hmm, Big Brother told us not to act rashly, and you should restrain yourself a bit too."

"Yes."

...

Just when everything was going smoothly, a message on Gossip Horizon sent the whole circle into an uproar.

[Shocking!! I unexpectedly encountered the grand movie star Bo, and he was cohabiting with some little demon!!!]

A scandal involving the grand movie star Bo was once in a century.

He was a star with hardly any scandals, so unassuming. Where could one even begin to dig for dirt?

Everyone thought that the grand movie star was monk-like with no nightlife, no women, and not even the simple pleasures of life. For him, life was about travel, meaning also about travel.

But in recent years, he seemed to have stopped traveling, which meant his only hobby was gone.

What had the grand movie star been doing these years? Busy cohabiting with a little demon?

A single stone stirred up a thousand waves, and within a few minutes of posting the link, the clicks soared past a hundred million, with comments increasing by tens of thousands each time they were refreshed.

It even crashed Gossip Horizon, and the programmers moaned miserably; although the traffic increase was good, their workload had doubled. These famous celebrities just couldn’t keep quiet, but they gossiped eagerly as they made repairs.

"Hey, do you think, that someone actually caught the grand movie star living with someone?"

"Did you finish your patch? Start gossiping already, but you know, there’s no smoke without fire. Even if it’s not true, the grand movie star probably has a little demon by now."

"Exactly? Otherwise, why haven’t there been any new works from him in these years?"

"Does the grand movie star lack money? Clearly not!"

"So, why are we up in the middle of the night here? To help with the gossip patches?"

...

"Yuran, something big has happened."

At that moment, Yuran was still at home helping Bo Yan organize his clothes while Bo Yan was bathing Zhizhi, their playful voices occasionally echoed, and Yuran’s smile never faded.

Receiving Annan’s frantic shouts, she hastily placed the phone aside, continuing with arranging the clothes but turned on the speaker.

"Annan, I can hear you, keep it down. What happened to get you so excited?"

Annan gasped a few times, trying to calm her emotions, "Yuran, something’s happened! Someone on Gossip Horizon posted a tip claiming your husband is living with a little demon, and there’s a blurry photo. It looks like you and the grand movie star, Bo, from a distance. Zhizhi in Bo’s arms wasn’t captured."

Yuran paused her movements, taking a while to find her voice again, "Send me the link, I’ll go take a look."

"As if you had to say. I already sent it to you; you didn’t respond, so I called. Hurry and check it out, and meanwhile, get the company Bo works for to suppress the rumors."

"I understand."

Yuran didn’t continue with her work but clicked on the link Annan had sent her, seeing the news that had now exploded all over the internet.

Someone had even made sure to zoom in on the wristwatch the grand actor Bo was wearing on his wrist, a luxury brand endorsed by Bo Yan. Yuran owned the ladies’ version, and they had both worn them just once but had the incredible misfortune of being photographed.

Obviously, there wasn’t enough evidence, so she wasn’t worried, and even if they were photographed, she still wasn’t worried.

After all, they had already agreed that if caught, they would admit it, although she wasn’t very keen to admit it now since her status wasn’t yet a match for Bo Yan’s.

But she wasn’t particularly against such situations either.

She scanned the news indifferently a few times but didn’t pay much more attention to it.

The bombshell continued to ferment, and after putting Zhizhi to sleep, Yuran finally told Bo Yan about it. Bo Yan was calm, not at all surprised, and only then did Yuran realize, "Qi, did you already know about this?"

Bo Yan nodded, "I knew before it broke out."

Yuran puzzled, "Then why didn’t you stop it?"

Bo Yan laughed, wrapping his arms around her waist and placing her on his lap, "Wife, why would I stop my own gossip? I want to enjoy the drama too!"

"You..." Yuran widened her eyes, incredulous, "You can’t possibly be... doing this on purpose."

"Doing what on purpose?"

"Deliberately stirring up gossip about yourself."

"Wrong, baby, I’m stirring up gossip about us."

Relishing the moment.

Yuran was speechless: "..."

Since Bo Yan said so, he would have his follow-up, so Yuran also lost interest and went back to doing her own things.

But on this night they weren’t paying attention, some little things happened — netizens actually started searching online for which socialites and celebrities had also worn such watches, and indeed, they managed to dig some up.

The persons listed were all familiar to Yuran — herself, Qin Yuyan, Ou Jinchu, and several other celebrities had worn them.

The scope was suddenly much narrower.

The netizens discussed it eagerly online.

"The photo isn’t very clear, only the general outline of the grand actor’s watch can be discerned. Now we have several possible pictures of the artists, who could it be? Are we wrong in narrowing down the scope?"

"Let’s take the method of elimination — I think Yuran is the least likely."

Seeing this comment, Yuran felt incredibly indignant, why couldn’t it be her?

Reading the comment below made Yuran even angrier.

"I agree, comparing the fame of Yuran with the others, she seems not quite in line."

"Indeed."

Nonsense, I’m so exceptional and free-spirited, how do I not meet the criteria?

There was also a voting button next to it.

The socialite Qin Yunong got a high voting rate and eventually won with seventy-five percent support. Most coincidentally, when Yunong was leaving her company, reporters were already there waiting, asking her about this very incident.

Yunong’s reaction was intriguing; she neither confirmed nor denied it, still wearing that watch, almost presenting a foregone conclusion.

Yuran was infuriated and called Qi Younian to complain, "This is outrageous, Qin Yunong is trying to stir up trouble."

Qi Younian couldn’t hold back a laugh, "So what are you angry about?"

Yuran, "Shouldn’t I be angry? I’m the rightful empress here."