My Fortune-Blessed Leading Lady
Chapter 477: Joining Forces

Chapter 477: Chapter 477: Joining Forces

Bo Yan neither nodded nor shook his head, amused by her, "You..."

Yuran looked up, leaned in, and bit his lower lip, "What about me? Am I not very intelligent and humane?"

Bo Yan: "..."

Yuran pondered, "Although I don’t really mind, I’m a bit worried about Zhizhi, my darling. He’s precocious, knows a lot, and I worry that he might grow to be cynical? Lose his curiosity about this society?"

"Don’t underestimate him," Bo Yan snapped out of his daze and said, "Zhizhi can be a bit obsessive, like his name suggests, but... he’s our child, and I believe in him."

Yuran, "I naturally believe in him too. Let’s go check on him. As for the film crew, let’s not go over there, since her scenes for today are already finished anyway."

Going to the film crew now would definitely mean endless questions; it would be better not to go.

Anything else can wait until tomorrow.

Both of them returned to the hotel, where Zhizhi was playing chess with Bo San. Seeing Bo San, Bo Yan casually remarked, "Why haven’t you left yet?"

Bo San, who did good deeds without seeking recognition, retorted, "Is that any way to talk?"

Being here to watch over Zhizhi, to keep him company, to guide him, wasn’t that a job in itself?

How absurd, was this how one treated someone else’s younger brother?

Bo Yan walked over with Yuran and stood quietly behind Zhizhi, watching him play chess with Bo San. Zhizhi’s skill was entirely taught by Grand Marshal Bo; to be able to battle Grand Marshal Bo on the chessboard, Zhizhi’s talent might not be called a genius, but it was no small feat at his age.

Bo San, whose chess skill was mediocre, didn’t really catch Zhizhi’s eye, not out of disrespect, but simply because Bo San wasn’t adept at this.

Watching his black pieces about to be surrounded and annihilated by Zhizhi’s white pieces, his face fell.

Looking up at Zhizhi’s stern little face, he said, "Zhizhi, can you give Uncle San some face?"

Zhizhi’s confused look, "Uncle San, Grandpa said that playing chess is like meditating, one must not cut corners. If you’re not as skilled, losing is not embarrassing. But begging for mercy, that would be truly embarrassing."

"Pfft..." Bo Yan kept a straight face, as rigid as Zhizhi, while Yuran could not help but laugh.

Bo San, unable to save face, concentrated on the game of chess.

Half an hour later, Mo Yue was completely decimated by Zhizhi.

Bo San stared at the dead pieces on the chessboard, his eyes twitching, and looking at his nephew’s expressionless face, he felt utterly defeated, "Do you feel a bit better now?"

The sudden question struck straight to the soul, and Zhizhi looked at Uncle San in astonishment, feeling warmed inside, and nodded, "Much better, thank you, Uncle San."

Bo San waved his hand, "Don’t mention it, I’ll get ready to leave then, as I still have official duties to attend to."

Bo Yan’s gaze swept over the two, guessing the significance of this exchange, but he said nothing, focusing instead on Bo San, "It’s raining tonight, you should rest here for the night."

Bo San raised an eyebrow, "I thought you couldn’t wait for me to scram."

Zhizhi furrowed his little brows, "Uncle San, Dad isn’t like that, if you keep talking that way, I’ll get mad."

Bo San raised his hands in surrender, and in one smooth motion picked up Zhizhi, "Alright, looks like I’ll have the trouble of sharing a bed with Zhizhi again tonight."

Zhizhi, with a touch of arrogance, "Hmm."

...

"Yuran, can you come over for a meeting now? The conference room on the 28th floor of the hotel." Just as Yuran and Bo Yan entered the room, she received a call from Gui Yu. She also stayed on the 28th floor, a thirty-meter turn to the right from the door would get her to the conference room.

At this hour, a meeting could only mean her scandal.

Bo Yan stood by her side, clearly reading the message on the phone, reached out to take the phone from Yuran’s hand, and replied, "Right away."

Then he pocketed Yuran’s phone and led her out the door.

In the outer kitchen, Bo San heard the noise, came out with a cup of water, and asked, "Where are you going at this late hour?"

Bo Yan replied, "Third Brother, you take Zhizhi to rest first. I’m going to a meeting with Yuran."

"A meeting at this hour?" After saying that, Bo San seemed to realize something and headed towards his room, "No worries, just make it quick."

"Mm!"

Watching the front door close, Bo San appeared thoughtful.

Gui Yu and Xi Nian had anticipated that Bo Yan would accompany Yuran, so they weren’t surprised to see him. Xi Nian looked at Bo Yan for a while, "Big star Bo Yan, how would you like this matter to be handled later? Huanya will cooperate with Diyang within reasonable bounds."

Bo Yan sat next to Yuran, across from Xi Nian and Gui Yu. Hearing this, Bo Yan curled his lips with a smile, "Aren’t you worried about your bet with Xi Gu?"

Xi Nian said, "I’ve always been extremely confident in my investments. Even if I take a loss here, I’m still determined to get Huanya, it’ll just take a bit more time."

Bo Yan commented, "I thought you were quite normal until you said that, but now, I can’t help but feel you have ulterior motives."

The depth of meaning in their conversation was something only the two of them fully understood.

Yuran sort of understood as well. Xi Nian simply smiled slightly, "Not at all... ’City of Temptation’ is a work by an old friend of mine. I chose Yuran for the lead role indeed out of personal interest, but not with any ulterior motive."

His attitude was quite open.

Bo Yan was serious and didn’t ask further. Everyone has their secrets; he only needed to know what he wished to know, and that was it.

"I’ll have someone from Diyang get in touch with your people here. Give me a contact, and we’ll make a decision after discussions."

Xi Nian was surprised by Bo Yan’s change of attitude. After a brief stunned moment, he crisply provided his contact details. Bo Yan took the business card, photographed it, then sent the picture to Xie Cheng along with a single line of text.

"An insider in Huanya, usable."

The moment Xie Cheng received the message, he likely grasped Bo Yan’s meaning. Without replying to Bo Yan, he directly set about his business.

This meeting was naturally no ordinary gathering, and it had been a contest between Xi Nian and Bo Yan. Fortunately, since both sides ascertained each other’s intentions without crossing any lines, it ended to mutual satisfaction.

The meeting concluded in about fifteen minutes. Yuran thought for a moment then said to Xi Nian, "If my situation affects your power struggle, you can replace me. I wouldn’t want to cause you trouble."

Xi Nian was taken aback, not expecting Yuran to say this. He gestured dismissively, refusing, "You needn’t overthink the other matters. I’m confident in both the competitiveness of ’City of Temptation’ and my own judgment. We haven’t reached the point of recasting, and besides, I never planned to recast from the start, otherwise why would I wait for you for two years?"

Yuran: "..."

Why does what he said make me feel a little elated?

Bo Yan held Yuran as they left the conference room. As soon as they exited, Bo Yan enveloped her in his arms, "Baby, were you touched by what Xi Nian said just now?"

Yuran shook her head, a bit puzzled, "No, Seventh Brother, it’s just that I feel my impression of him is a bit complicated."

"What do you mean?" Bo Yan was a bit anxious.

Yuran smiled, "Never mind, it just feels... familiar."