My Fortune-Blessed Leading Lady
Chapter 463: Clear Differential Treatment

Chapter 463: Chapter 463: Clear Differential Treatment

Qin Yunong didn’t know what she was thinking at the time but she suddenly asked, "So does Yuran suit your Bo Family?"

After asking this question, she regretted it.

Mrs. Bo was startled at first, then smiled without a change, "What you mean is, the rumors in this circle of the compound, about Yuran being a bad girl, someone who dabbles in everything, right?"

Qin Yunong didn’t speak, but her expression said it all.

Mrs. Bo didn’t judge Qin Yunong’s motives. Everyone has their own way of living and choices, and their paths in life are different. She couldn’t judge someone she wasn’t familiar with, just calmly accepted the doubt that had been raised.

Seeing Qin Yunong’s disdainful attitude, Mrs. Bo didn’t take offense. As an elder, she couldn’t stoop to arguing with the younger generation. Of course, there were times when it was necessary to stand her ground.

"Miss Qin, forgive my frankness, but if you go along with what everyone says, then you believe it’s true. I don’t care how others gossip about my Yuran, but in my heart, Yuran is part of the Bo Family. Anyone else can slander her, dislike her, even be dissatisfied with her, but I am very satisfied, and that settles it, doesn’t it?

Just like, I don’t like you. No matter how outstanding you are, I still don’t like you. I like Yuran, and even if she has flaws, I still like her.

What if I ask you now, why do you like my son? Can you answer that?

Even if you could answer, and it matched what everyone else says, then I’d ask, do you truly understand what my son is really like?

Indeed, arguing about this is pointless and uninteresting. I just want to tell you, young lady, don’t put all your hopes on one tree. My son isn’t that excellent;

You’re such an outstanding and beautiful young lady, what kind of man can’t you find? Why cling to my son?"

Mrs. Bo seemed to be speaking for Qin Yunong’s benefit, but every word and sentence was telling her not to entangle with Bo Yan. Bo Yan was not the one for her. While she was young, she should look around more and find someone suitable and to her liking, and then get married.

In front of Mrs. Bo, Qin Yunong felt an unprecedented sense of defeat. With her looks, credentials, and family background, she should’ve been the type of girl a lady of Mrs. Bo’s stature would like, but Mrs. Bo made her out to be worthless.

Even less than Yuran.

This was something with which she could not agree. Mrs. Bo might not like her, but she couldn’t stand being compared to Yuran.

Could Yuran even measure up to her?

Absolutely not.

"Mrs. Bo, I thought you would consider more for your son, who could really be the best support for him, not a burden."

A flicker of displeasure crossed Mrs. Bo’s composed face, "Miss Qin, if I understand the implication of your words correctly, you think that if my son has a relationship with Yuran, it will drag him down, is that so?"

Qin Yunong nodded, not seeing anything wrong with her opinion, "Mrs. Bo, Yuran’s reputation in the circle is already foul. Her sticking to Bo Yan is absolutely not beneficial for him, but I am different. Even if I were to recommend myself, I still believe I am better than Yuran."

Mrs. Bo’s smile faded, "You said it yourself, you think so. But do others think the same?

Qin Yunong replied, "That’s what the netizens’ votes indicate."

Mrs. Bo nodded, speaking casually, "Sorry to interrupt your self-celebration. My choice of words might not please you, but this is what I truly think.

First, my son doesn’t need a well-matched girl in terms of family status to support him. That would make me feel like my son is incapable, unable to support his own wife and has to find someone as wealthy as he is;

Second, in terms of family background, your Qin Family really can’t compare to the Yu Family. This issue is too superficial, and I don’t even wish to make a comparison;

Third, my son doesn’t need any help. He can charge forward on his own. For years, he has never relied on what the family can give him. If he needs something, he earns it himself, so this idea of needing support doesn’t mean anything to him."

"Ultimately, what our family is looking for in a daughter-in-law is firstly good personal character, and then whether she is suitable. Of course, I do care about looks; as long as you’re pretty, even if you’re just a vase, my son can afford to keep you. But the way you look, well, it doesn’t meet my aesthetic standards.

Yuran is a better fit. She’s prettier than you, and I like her being a vase in our home. As a daughter-in-law, I’m satisfied."

This was an absolute naked humiliation for Qin Yunong. Yuran and Bo Yan were standing at the corner of the stairs, eavesdropping. She turned around with a giggle, wrapping her arms around Bo Yan’s waist, all smug, "Seventh Brother, Mom is praising me."

Bo Yan’s lips twitched as he tried to suppress a laugh, "Mom is calling you a vase, can’t you hear that?"

Yuran pouted, "I only heard Mom say I’m pretty."

Bo Yan chuckled under his breath, "Hmm, Mom has good taste, even if you’re a vase, I’ll make you the most expensive one. Just kidding, who doesn’t have money?"

Yuran: "..."

What was this suddenly wealthy upstart vibe about?

She pinched his waist, "I am clearly a talented Little Fairy."

Bo Yan snorted, and grasped her mischievous hand, "Baby, when mom scolds you, you only hear the part where she praises your beauty. When I praise you, all you hear is me scolding you. Should I cry or should I cry?"

Yuran: "..."

Qin Yunong had no idea how she’d left the Bo Family’s home, her head filled with Madam Bo’s last words before she left, "Yuran is my ideal daughter-in-law candidate, even if my son doesn’t like her, she will still be a part of the Bo Family for life.

Your schemes are too deep, you’re too demanding. The Bo Family can’t afford it, nor do we want to afford it. Clear your own name. If the Bo Family has to do it, it will be even more embarrassing for you."

Madam Bo wasn’t affected in the slightest by Qin Yunong’s mood. To her, dealing with an amateur wasn’t even worth mentioning. She went to the kitchen to check on how Zhang Ma was doing with preparations when Yuran and Bo Yan came out from around the corner, catching her peripheral vision.

She looked at Yuran with a beaming smile, "Baby, come here, look at this fruit tart. Doesn’t the color look great?"

While saying this, she even scooped up a spoonful and offered it right to Yuran’s lips, "Have a taste, once I learn this from Zhang Ma, I’ll make it for you and Zhizhi darling at Platinum Imperial Palace."

Yuran opened her mouth to take the offered spoonful, wrapping her arms around Madam Bo’s waist, "Mom, it’s really delicious."

"Really delicious?" Madam Bo’s smile shone brightly, as if she had achieved something great. She asked again, "Really, it’s good?"

Yuran nodded repeatedly, "Yeah, it’s delicious. Seventh Brother, you try."

Bo Yan’s gaze suddenly turned heated and suggestive. Before Madam Bo could scoop another spoonful, he kissed Yuran’s lips instead. The people in the kitchen stood stunned, as if turned to stone, and several seconds later, Bo Yan licked his lips, his eyes curving with laughter, "Hmm, it is nice."

Madam Bo playfully hit him, "That’s enough from you, showing off your love in front of your mother. Are you asking for trouble?"

Yuran, with a slight blush and bashful, Madam Bo felt a rush of affection, "Baby, does he bully you like this at home too?"

Yuran: "?????"

Bo Yan couldn’t believe it, "Mom, what are you talking about? How is this bullying? Do you have some misconception about what bullying means? In what world is this bullying?"

Zhang Ma watched the trio with a smile, the room filled with warmth, "Alright, alright, enough fooling around. I’ve baked plenty. You two go upstairs and call Zhizhi and the chief to come down and have some fruit tart. There are strawberries that Zhizhi likes."

Yuran wanted to say something, but Bo Yan took her by the hand and hurried upstairs.