My Fortune-Blessed Leading Lady
Chapter 461: A Sharp Tongue Might Be Hereditary

Chapter 461: Chapter 461: A Sharp Tongue Might Be Hereditary

Xie Cheng felt his tooth ache, the last time Qi Feng had punched him in the face, and even now it still hurt a bit. Qi Feng, infuriated, said, "Next time, I’m not coming out to eat with you two."

Situ Jue kept moving his hands, rapidly replying to texts, and distractedly asked, "It’s not like you had to pay, why so stingy?"

Qi Feng, "Is this about paying? You two don’t respect me at all, one always on his phone, the other constantly criticizing his own artist. What am I even here for? Decoration?"

"Is being a decoration so bad?" Situ Jue asked, puzzled. "I quite fancy being an ornament."

Qi Feng: "...MD, how can we even talk on such a day?"

What on earth had they gone through? Each one of them was not right in the head.

Xie Cheng ran his hand through his hair, reseated himself, and played dead, "Qi Feng, have you been busy lately?"

Caught off guard by the question, Qi Feng responded, "What’s it to you?"

Xie Cheng: "...So with that attitude, how do you expect us to chat? What should we talk about? ’What’s it to you’? With you acting all high and mighty, do you even need people to talk to? It’s killing the conversation, so what’s even the point of talking anymore? You really are..."

Situ Jue laughed out loud for a moment, put away his phone, "Enough, enough. Let’s just drink."

The three clinked glasses. Situ Jue, talking about Bo Yan gossiping about himself, still found it somewhat unbelievable and amusing, "What’s your next move, Bo the great actor, do you have any idea?"

Xie Cheng shook his head, and Qi Feng followed suit.

Xie Cheng said, "Bo Yan is too hard to read, I just don’t even try. As long as he handles himself, all I need to do is follow and clean up the mess; I might not even need to do that."

It’s worry-free.

Situ Jue changed the subject, "Do you guys know any musical troupes?"

Xie Cheng cast a sidelong glance at him, "From your position, couldn’t you have those kinds of resources? What are you up to? Be honest."

Situ Jue raised an eyebrow, the corners of his mouth curving into a smile, "I want to pursue a girl. I need the collaboration of a musical troupe now but I can’t say I’m the one helping. So, what do you guys think?"

Xie Cheng, disdainfully, "It’s Qi Nian, isn’t it!"

Situ Jue neither confirmed nor denied. Qi Feng, feeling as if he had just heard of a great rift in the world, suddenly stood up, "What? You’re dating Qi Nian? Why didn’t I know?"

Xie Cheng, "You lack the eyes for discovering new things, or to put it simply, you’re a bit slow. Is it really that odd that you didn’t notice? It’s perfectly normal."

Qi Feng felt like hitting someone. His hands itched.

Xie Cheng was too much.

Situ Jue had no interest in the playful banter. "So, do you guys have the resources or what?"

"You want to do something nice for Qi Nian, you’re really thoughtful. Do you need our help? Just brag already, is it going to kill you? You just have a girlfriend, and you haven’t even won her over yet, what are you bragging for!" Xie Cheng couldn’t stand it anymore, "From now on, you’re not going out with us. Annoying."

Qi Feng nodded in agreement, "Exactly, you’re just so clueless."

Situ Jue, thinking they were just jealous, stood up, "Hey, it’s not my fault I don’t have a girlfriend. Are you two, with your emotional intelligence, even suited to having girlfriends?"

Qi Feng and Xie Cheng exchanged a glance, in complete agreement, "Beat him up."

Thump thump thump...whack whack whack...

Sounds of a chaotic fight came from the private room, and nobody outside dared to enter. After a while, the noise stopped, the door opened, and Situ Jue emerged neatly, followed by a bruised Xie Cheng and Qi Feng.

They were gawked at like pandas all the way.

Qi Feng was full of disdain, complaining about Xie Cheng, "I’m just a rookie, yet you had me fighting, thinking I’d get some glory, but instead, we got wiped out."

Xie Cheng also couldn’t maintain his demeanor. He had thought they were all more or less evenly matched, but who knew Situ Jue had grown so much?

Stung by Qi Feng’s complaints, he felt disgraced, "You’re tough. How come you were also pinned down? Still have the nerve to complain about me? If you dare, blame Situ Jue, that hypocrite."

At first dodging and darting, they seemed particularly imposing; and then what?

As the tide turned, Situ Jue alone overpowered them both, leaving them with no power to fight back.

Situ Jue, a sneaky, deceitful man, pretending to be a pig to eat tigers.

Situ Jue suddenly stopped, turned around, looked at them disdainfully, and said, "So, what makes you think you deserve to have girlfriends?"

Damn it.

Situ Jue, you wait for me; sooner or later, I’ll deal with you.

...

While the mini-drama here went unnoticed, elsewhere, Bo Yan’s mother revealed herself as his mother. Her demeanor and poise clearly set her apart as someone extraordinary. She hadn’t intended to reveal herself, but Yunong’s repeated, shameless antics disgusted her.

While shopping with a few madams, she was stopped by the media. Bo Yan’s mother, with her exceptional poise and strong presence,

faced a barrage of cameras without changing her expression, her composure unshaken.

Reporter, "Madam, are you Bo Yan, the great movie star’s mother?"

Madam, "Yes."

Reporter, "Madam, regarding the online rumors about the great movie star, if it were up to you, would you prefer your daughter-in-law to be a small-time artist like Yuran or a socialite?"

Madam, "I know my son’s temperament. What type of person he likes, I do not meddle. However, girls who forcefully sling mud are better kept away from my son. Although I’m good-natured and well-mannered, it’s too much to handle a scandal every now and then, isn’t it?"

The reporters were confused, not quite understanding. However, one of them caught on, "So what you mean is, whoever Bo Yan chooses to be with, as long as he likes her, is okay with you, but you definitely don’t like girls who impose themselves on him?"

Madam, "Young lady, I respect your profession. We’re all just trying to make a living. But setting the tone like this, let’s not. I just expressed my opinion, and I do not endorse your interpretation."

The young reporter’s face turned somewhat pale.

Madam continued, "Being a socialite doesn’t necessarily mean she’s suitable for our son. I think that Miss Qin is quite unsuitable. Frankly speaking, I don’t like girls who are too scheming. Although I haven’t met this Miss Qin and don’t know who she is, she’d better stay away from my son."

Having said that, Madam was not prepared to answer more questions. Protected by her bodyguards, she left the reporters’ view.

The interview with the madam surprisingly went viral, with everyone praising her for resembling her son the great movie star and possessing a top-notch demeanor. Bo Yan and Yuran were at home when they saw this news item. Yuran was somewhat amused yet touched, "Mom...looks pretty on camera."

Bo Yan laughed, "If Madam heard her daughter-in-law’s praise, she’d be so happy she wouldn’t know north from south."

Yuran playfully hit him, "Seventh Brother, I’m not joking; I really think Mom is wonderful."

She had always been incredibly kind to her.

Bo Yan squeezed her hand, "I know. So, shall we go to the old mansion for dinner tonight?"

Yuran nodded, "Sounds good."