My Fortune-Blessed Leading Lady
Chapter 469: Ironclad Straight Man, Bo San

Chapter 469: Chapter 469: Ironclad Straight Man, Bo San

This statement made the person in question, Xi Nian, not know whether to cry or laugh. He didn’t like sweets, and to be more precise, he didn’t like Bo Yan either, but Bo Yan’s son was exceptionally endearing.

Perhaps because he was related to Yuran?

Although some clues still needed to be verified, if...

It wasn’t entirely impossible.

Zhizhi noticed that Xi Nian had only taken a couple of bites and then stopped moving his spoon, and looking up in confusion, he asked, "Uncle Xi, do you think this cake tastes bad?"

"No, Uncle Xi rarely eats sweets. Thank you for the treat, Zhizhi."

Zhizhi made an ’oh’ sound, looking somewhat disappointed. He put down his spoon and didn’t eat anymore, sitting quietly cross-legged, looking up at Xi Nian, who puzzled, "What’s wrong?"

Zhizhi thought for a moment, "Uncle Xi, do you like my mom?"

Xi Nian was taken aback, having never expected Zhizhi to ask such an out-of-line question. He had no such feelings, and he suddenly wondered if Zhizhi was a little spy sent by Bo Yan to collect information about him.

Bo Yan, who was dining in the room, suddenly sneezed violently.

He rubbed his nose, "Who is cursing me?"

Yuran pulled a tissue for him, "You aren’t catching a cold, are you? There’s a big temperature difference between the capital and here."

Bo Yan shook his head, "No, could it be that Zhizhi is speaking ill of me to Xi Nian?"

Yuran gave him a glance, "Even if our son were a traitor, he wouldn’t go against his own father, right? Maybe you really just have a cold?"

The forcibly "coldsick" Bo Yan, with a bit of a sullen face, "No, baby, it must be my son talking bad about me."

Back in Xi Nian’s room, seeing that Xi Nian hadn’t replied, Zhizhi hurriedly said, "Uncle Xi, don’t you really have feelings for my mom ..."

"Hold on, Zhizhi." Xi Nian, who didn’t know whether to cry or laugh, reached out and touched Zhizhi’s little head, "Zhizhi ah, Uncle Xi has no feelings toward your mom, I merely admire her acting skills, that’s all.

"Did your dad send you to ask me this?"

Zhizhi shook his head, "Dad never interferes in my affairs. I consider and choose for myself. As long as I have no regrets, that’s fine."

Xi Nian: "...That’s quite open-minded."

Zhizhi with a serious face, "Uncle Xi, are you mocking my dad?"

Xi Nian: "..."

Zhizhi got angry, his face turning sour, "Uncle Xi, what complaints do you have against my dad?"

Xi Nian helplessly, "Zhizhi, I have no complaints against your father; it’s just that we stand on different grounds. In the business world, your father and I are opponents."

Zhizhi made an ’oh’ sound and looked solemn. He got up from the carpet, holding his own cake, "Alright then, I understand you might not be suitable to be my friend. I should be going now, thank you for the treat, Uncle Xi."

"Zhizhi..."

The moment Zhizhi stood up, Xi Nian called him back. For some reason, he felt that some of Zhizhi’s little temperaments were very much like Xi Bei from back then. Whether it was nostalgia or a substitution, he always felt uneasy letting Zhizhi leave like this.

"Hmm?"

Zhizhi looked up earnestly at Xi Nian, "Uncle Xi, is there anything else?"

Xi Nian couldn’t help but laugh and cry, "Did I say something that upset you? If talking about your father makes you unhappy, let’s not discuss your father in the future. Being friends with me is just between you and me; it has nothing to do with your father."

Zhizhi looked up, a smile appearing as she sat back down, "Uncle Xi, you said it."

Xi Nian nodded, "Yes, I said it. Would you like something to drink? I’ll call room service."

Zhizhi shook her head, "I told my mom and dad that I would sit here for half an hour with Uncle Xi, then I’ll go back."

Seeing such a principled Zhizhi, Xi Nian somewhat wanted to laugh. It was really because Zhizhi behaved too much like a little adult, covering all bases.

...

At the "Miss Rose" crew, Bo Three, invited, drove his luxury car into the set, directly stating whom he wanted to meet. After a phone call from the other side, Bo Three was let through. He remembered a bit about the "Miss Rose" crew, having heard Bo Yan mention it briefly.

It seemed to be about challenging Little Ranran.

Thinking of this, Bo Three was not particularly pleased to come.

In the dictionary of Bo Family men, there are only two kinds of people in life: those I like and those I dislike at first glance.

Because of the connection with Yuran, the entire "Miss Rose" crew displeased Bo Three.

He parked his car at a hotel inside the film studio and dialed the number his mother had given him. The other party didn’t pick up, and his anger flared up instantly.

In Ou Jinchu’s room, her manager looked at the name on the screen, somewhat surprised, "You’re not taking Bo Three’s call?"

Ou Jinchu played with the red wine in her hand and sneered, "Something that’s too easily obtained is never cherished. If he wants to date me, I must hold the initiative. I’ll answer after he calls a third time."

The manager felt something wasn’t quite right and hurriedly said, "Bo Three is different from ordinary rich heirs; his temper is definitely more fiery and straightforward. Maybe you should call him back?"

Ou Jinchu shook her head, rejecting her manager’s suggestion, "Sister Ou, men should not be indulged but kept hanging."

Bo Three stared at his phone for a while, with no intention of making a second call, and directly called his mother, "Mom, is the number you gave me correct? No one is answering."

On the other end, Bo Three’s mother responded doubtfully, "No, that’s the number my old friend gave me. She said she’s a nice girl. Why not try calling again?"

Bo Three lost interest, "No more calls. Are they thinking I’m easy to bully? If she’s busy, am I not busy?

A mutual interest is called matchmaking; making me perspire alone seems like setting me up. This matchmaking should’ve been done by my big brother; I am caught in an unwarranted disaster."

Bo Three’s mother scolded her son angrily, "Do you think you’re still a hot commodity? Being so picky, you’re just a shelf-warming, selectable product. Can you die from being a little less narcissistic?"

Bo Three felt wronged, "Mom, don’t you know your own son? Excellent physique, great family wealth, nothing to criticize. Whoever gets your son is getting a good deal—it’s mutually beneficial and no loss."

"Fine, keep your mouth shut. I got it. If it’s not meant to be, then scram and get busy with your things. I don’t want to talk to you."

Bo Three, as if granted a pardon, "Roger that, thanks Mom."

After hanging up with his mother, Bo Three tossed his phone aside, not sparing it another glance, turned around, and left as if nothing had happened.

Meanwhile, in the suite, Ou Jinchu, who was waiting for Bo Three’s calls, started to lose her composure. She knew the person coming to the blind date was Bo Three, but Bo Three did not know the person he was meeting was Ou Jinchu. If he had known, he definitely wouldn’t have come.

Ou Jinchu’s manager also sensed something was off, "Is Bo Three probably..."

Ou Jinchu picked up her phone, "He shouldn’t be, we haven’t even met yet."