My Fortune-Blessed Leading Lady
Chapter 460: No, I’m Not Familiar with Yan Shen

Chapter 460: Chapter 460: No, I’m Not Familiar with Yan Shen

"Do you think we’re blind?"

"Walking so close together and still claiming not to be familiar?"

The reporters looked incredulously at Yuran as she blatantly lied, not letting her off the hook.

"Yuran, regarding the previous scandal with Emperor Bo Yan and the gossip about Ms. Qin, is it really Ms. Qin in that photo?"

Yuran, "I’m sorry, I apologize, I don’t know which photo you’re talking about. I haven’t seen it, I’ve been very busy lately. As you know, I have taken on a new film, and all my time has been devoted to that work. I hope everyone can focus more on my work and not pry too much into my private life;

Also, I really have nothing to do with Emperor Bo Yan, and I can clarify something about the video content."

The reporters all looked at her, waiting for clarification.

Yuran: "That video was from when Emperor Bo Yan and I were filming ’Emperor Shun of Tang.’ It was probably leaked by someone from the crew by accident. There’s really nothing between me and Bo Yan."

The reporters simply didn’t believe it.

Reporter, "Yuran, can you provide any evidence that this video was filmed during ’Emperor Shun of Tang’? Being so close to Bo Yan, do you have any feelings for him?"

This question made Yuran pause abruptly. She looked at the reporter who asked and smiled warmly, "Young lady, your question is quite astonishing. Don’t you like Bo Yan? If given the opportunity, wouldn’t you want to explore why Bo Yan’s acting is so superb?"

Reporter: "..."

Yuran, escorted by the security, moved through the crowd of reporters and explained again, "Everyone, I haven’t been back for long; don’t you think you’ve overestimated me? Do you think I’m precisely the type Emperor Bo Yan would like? Otherwise, if you have the chance, why don’t you ask Emperor Bo Yan whether he likes someone like me or not?"

Reporter: "..."

Which female artist dares to talk to the media like this?

Utterly shameless.

But Yuran wasn’t wrong in her words; if there was a chance to discuss acting skills with Bo Yan, who would refuse such close communication?

As some reporters caught on, Yuran had already moved past them. A reporter hurriedly carried the camera to follow her, "Yuran, one last question."

As Yuran was about to get into the car, she stopped upon hearing this and slightly turned her body, her face smiling, "Please ask."

Reporter, "Regarding the previous online rumors about Emperor Bo Yan, what’s your take?"

Yuran, startled, "Sorry, are you sure you’ve asked the right person? Bo Yan’s scandals, and you’re asking me what I think? Little sister, just who am I to Bo Yan? Can I answer questions for him?

Next time, if you meet Emperor Bo Yan, could you also ask him if he likes others answering personal questions for him? Thank you."

Reporter: "..."

This interview, which someone swiftly posted online without any editing, displayed Yuran handling the questions flawlessly and actually gained her quite a few fans.

Netizens discussed eagerly.

"Wow, Yuran is really straightforward. I don’t even know how to describe her candor; she didn’t give the reporters any chance to exploit."

"But she didn’t say anything wrong. If you were a celebrity, would you want to answer questions about other celebrities? If you answer well, it’s mutual help; if not, it’s a stab in the back. Are these ordinary questions? Those were about Emperor Bo Yan."

"Exactly, one slip, and Bo Yan’s fans could drown Yuran. I’m starting to like her; I’ve switched sides to support her."

"I always feel like she was setting traps for the reporters. The questions they prepared were probably just the old ones, and she led everything else into a pit."

"Hahaha, how interesting, Yuran."

...

Yuran’s popularity online had surged unexpectedly. She didn’t know this because, after circling half the city and changing cars twice, she finally got home. The moment Zhizhi heard the door, he dashed out like a cannonball and plunged into Yuran’s arms, "Dad, Mom’s back."

Bo Yan was still holding a spatula, cooking, and the aroma wafted out.

Yuran, amused, looked at him, "Qi Ge, I’ve filled half of this pit, it’s your turn to take care of the other half."

Bo Yan came over and kissed her on the lips, "I know, you’ve worked hard."

Yuran shook her head, aware of his little schemes—he could have rumors, but not with other women, Yuran excepted. So, Bo Yan staged this whole play, and Yuran was happy to cooperate.

She set Zhizhi down and checked his homework, then darted into the kitchen to stand by Bo Yan, circling his waist, "What soup are you stewing? It smells great."

Bo Yan scooped a little with a spoon, blew on it, and brought it to her lips, "Corn rib soup, want to try?"

Yuran sipped from his hand, the soup was rich and tasty, she gave a thumbs up, "Do you know, during the interview, I really wanted to proudly declare, ’Your famous Bo Yan is my cohabiting husband, jealous?’"

"Why didn’t you say it?"

Yuran shrugged and stood on tiptoe to kiss the corner of his lips, "I chickened out, aren’t you going to blame me?"

Bo Yan shook his head, "Blame you? Why would I?"

He was too fond of her to do that.

Yuran chuckled and let go of his waist to head into the living room, "Qi Ge, you’re too wonderful. I’m afraid I can’t resist taking advantage, so I’ll go spend some time with our son first, and join you later."

As she turned around, the corner of Bo Yan’s eyes reddened slightly, he chuckled, "Okay."

...

Xie Cheng, Qi Feng, and Situ Jue had dinner together that evening. Xie Cheng collapsed on the sofa, "This Bo Yan, the greatest acting emperor I’ve ever worked with, sure makes a scene."

Situ Jue fiddled with his phone, not sure whom he was messaging, smiling radiantly, hardly listening to Xie Cheng’s complaints. Qi Feng snorted, "Supposedly it’s a gathering for the three of us, so why is Situ Jue always on his phone laughing away, and Xie Cheng, you keep talking about Bo Yan, am I just furniture here?"

Both looked at him, Situ Jue puzzled, "Do you need me to message you too?"

Xie Cheng, "Do you want me to talk about you too? I’m afraid you can’t handle it."

Qi Feng, "You two are really too much. Situ Jue, have you gotten a pet dog outside?"

Situ Jue laughed, his smile carrying some warmth, "No, I got a cat. It scratches people and has a bit of a bad temper."

Xie Cheng, "Didn’t you dislike cats? When did you start keeping one?"

Situ Jue, puzzled, glanced at Xie Cheng uncertainly, "Did I ever say I dislike cats? When, where?"

Xie Cheng, "Damn it, speak human language. It must be a demon cat!"

Qi Feng: "...No, you two communicate like you’re solving riddles. Can you talk about something I can understand?"

Xie Cheng looked pitifully at him, "So, why don’t you go learn a bit about the adult world, Qi Feng baby brother?"

"Damn it, get lost." Qi Feng threw a punch, and Xie Cheng leapt up to dodge, "You’re crazy."