My Fortune-Blessed Leading Lady
Chapter 478: How ruthless and merciless Bo Yan is, those who have experienced it have all turned into quails.

Chapter 478: Chapter 478: How ruthless and merciless Bo Yan is, those who have experienced it have all turned into quails.

Bo Yan twisted Yuran’s face toward himself, "You’re not allowed to be familiar."

Yuran was taken aback, her face somewhat distorted by someone’s grip, "Seventh Brother, what ridiculous jealousy are you eating?"

Bo Yan, "Baby, is Xi Nian more handsome than me?"

Yuran gave an earnest and very pertinent evaluation, "Seventh Brother, wait a second, why are you comparing yourself to Xi Nian? I’m curious about this?

After all, you two are completely different types, how can I compare?

In my eyes, you’re obviously the most handsome, you’re my husband, would I find someone else better looking than you?

Even against my conscience, I can’t just speak nonsense, can I?"

Bo Yan was starstruck and loosened his grip on the young girl’s cheek, "That’s not right, baby, what do you mean by speaking against your conscience?"

Yuran took his hand, "Seventh Brother, can we not indulge in this meaningless jealousy? I think Xi Nian is familiar because;

it creates a sense of kinship, though I’m also curious why I feel this, but... "

Yuran didn’t finish her sentence; indeed, she couldn’t explain such things.

Yet Bo Yan was unbearably jealous, dragging her hand toward the bed, and even without saying it, Yuran knew what was on his mind and struggled for a moment.

"Seventh Brother, there’s no condom here."

"I brought one," he declared righteously.

Before Yuran was ready to have another child, he was not going to allow for accidents to happen; of course, this couldn’t be said outright, but Yuran was still bewildered after hearing what he said.

"Why did you bring that for no reason?"

Bo Yan pulled her down onto the bed, his eyes deep, "Baby, Seventh Brother is a young adult man, married, with his own wife, it wouldn’t make sense for me to abstain, right?"

Yuran couldn’t argue: "...but, but... um..."

But what? With the great actor Bo, there was no but.

Yuran, trapped beneath him, was sealed with a kiss and could not move, and then, as the night deepened, all the amorous acts were concealed.

...

"This is impossible."

Time rewound to the explosion in the live broadcast room, in the General Manager’s office of the Qin Family.

Qin Yunong watched the screen in a daze, her eyes wide open, utterly unable to believe what she had heard.

For her, Yuran was just a guest of the Bo Family, not someone who would stay long, yet Bo Yan admitted he was married, and his wife was Yuran.

How could this be.

What about the marriage contract with the Qin Family?

How would this be settled?

She had always been confident, yet now her eyes ached with unwilling tears, how could things have taken this turn?

She didn’t know where the mistake had been made, she only knew this news was unexpected, catching her completely off guard.

No wonder Mrs. Bo had mocked her, no wonder Mrs. Bo insisted she was satisfied with Yuran, that Yuran was her ideal daughter-in-law.

At that time, in Mrs. Bo’s eyes, she must have appeared like some jumping clown, no different at all.

Is this how the Bo Family plays people?

Her hand, resting on the desk, clenched tight; thinking back to the time not so long ago when she was ridiculed by Qin Yuyan, did Yuyan know all along?

Knowing that Yuran was the daughter-in-law of the Bo Family.

Actually, before this matter became public, Qin Yuyan had been unaware; after it was exposed, she couldn’t help but think about her own business problems with a certain degree of ridicule—she was by no means innocent.

So, Bo Yan and Yuran were a married couple?

With this in mind, when she previously bullied Yuran, were the two of them in love at the time?

As Yuran’s boyfriend, was Bo Yan justified in dealing with her, a foolish underling who sought to trouble the legitimate young wife of the Bo Family, and deserved what he did to her?

Not only was Qin Yuyan shocked, but those who often mixed in the same circles, like Jia Ziyi and Ji Zexiu, also showed expressions of astonishment and surprise.

Jia Ziyi was dazed for a long time before regaining his senses. "Qin Yuyan, Yuran... that drag-along, Yuran, is actually the young madam of the Bo Family?"

Qin Yuyan sat dumbstruck in a corner of the sofa, the drinks on the table, the noisy surroundings, completely unable to arouse the slightest interest in her for the Nightclub; she just muttered to herself foolishly.

"No wonder, no wonder it turned out this way."

"What?" A group of dissolute scion friends with good relations with Qin Yuyan all looked over in confusion.

Qin Yuyan’s face was pale, her smile bitter, "These past two years, my properties belonging to Qin Yuyan have been gradually vanishing, weakening, even swallowed up, profits nowhere near what they once were;

My income has significantly shrunk. At first, I thought it was a warning for my delusions of marrying into the Bo Family. Although I faintly suspected, perhaps it was not completely so;

But now, I finally understand the root cause of it all; because of our wronging Yuran, have your businesses also suffered to varying degrees?"

Upon hearing this, Jia Ziyi and the others, who had once troubled Yuran, saw their faces change dramatically. Jia Ziyi shuddered for a moment. "You mean... we have indirectly committed a wrong against Bo Yan?"

Ji Zexiu’s expression was even more unsightly to the extreme, "How could this be? When we made things difficult for Yuran before, Bo Yan didn’t care about these matters at all."

Qin Yuyan laughed bitterly, "When there were no feelings involved, he was naturally very willing. But after getting involved with Yuran, the extent of Bo Yan’s protectiveness was beyond reach."

The blows to their businesses before, they had only considered them a result of poor management by their own people; now it seemed not so, as everything could be linked back to Yuran.

Qin Yuyan, pushed to the height of grief, laughed, looking at her group of friends whose wealth had severely shrunk, "What are your feelings now, any regrets about having once bullied Yuran?"

Jia Ziyi couldn’t, in good conscience, say he had no regrets. In fact, when his assets had decreased by a significant margin, he had already faintly sensed it might have something to do with Yuran.

By then, he already had regrets.

Now, with his suspicions confirmed, the regret intensified.

Back in the day, the Bo Family didn’t care about Yuran, and she herself cooperated; they bullied her out of habit, naturally, and once Yuran stopped playing with them, they couldn’t change their ways.

And Bo Yan, who now cared about Yuran, was beginning to settle the score with them.

This turn of events brought them to the brink of despair.

They were not the main heirs groomed by their families, just qualified heirs of dissipating wealth. If their own properties didn’t make money, they couldn’t even support themselves.

When their families divided the properties among them, it was made very clear, that was all they had.

The whole private room suddenly became quiet, like the dead of night.

After who knows how long, someone weakly spoke up, "If, if we seek Yuran’s forgiveness now, would Bo Yan let us off the hook?"

No one answered, nor did anyone want to try.

Among the capital’s seven masters, a man not of the Jianghu, but Jianghu was full of his legends.

How ruthless Bo Yan could be; those who had learned this were quails, wishing never to have dealings with him again in this lifetime. Hence, the topic was like a joke.

Is it possible?