My Fortune-Blessed Leading Lady
Chapter 492: Everyone Under the Lemon Tree

Chapter 492: Chapter 492: Everyone Under the Lemon Tree

"Damn, this is the first time I’ve heard someone describe a honey trap in such a refreshing and refined way, with absolutely no sense of discord."

"Wait a minute, think about it from another perspective, if the great actor Bo Yan were to use a honey trap on me, I wouldn’t be able to resist either!"

"Wake up, wake up, the barrage is just the audience, can you stop dreaming? Have some self-awareness, will you?"

"Also, the evidence that Yuran just put forward, what did it show us?"

"Right, right, right, I saw it clearly, but who is this Ji Zexiu?"

"He’s probably just someone from the same childhood circles, I heard from the grapevine that Yuran is from the General’s Family, a family full of glorious heroes."

"That piece of gossip must be very obscure, I’ve never heard of it."

"Same here."

The barrage of comments came rolling in, and Xie Cheng was closely following the discussions on the screen, timely reminding Yuran. However, Yuran’s control was very good, and the things she expressed were exactly what everyone wanted to know.

Xie Cheng thought highly of her for this, he initially believed that this press conference would be hectic and busy, but Yuran’s surprise was too big.

Qi Feng also felt it was beyond belief, to be honest, they all had doubts about Yuran’s ability to control the situation.

They even thought of several contingency plans in private to cover for any slip-ups from Yuran’s side, but as it turned out, Yuran’s command of the situation was perfect.

The reporters were frustrated with Yuran’s speech, as long as Yuran said a few good words for herself, they would find issues to ask about, but now being so passive, they were at a loss as to how to proceed with their questions.

At that moment, a reporter said, "About your apology, just a few words from your mouth and it’s done, but the nightmare you’ve caused still exists."

Yuran looked at him and nodded, "You’re right, I’m not excluding myself, I’m not saying that by apologizing I must be forgiven, and I don’t want to explain, as I’ve said, I was involved.

"Is your question proving that you have a time machine? Then let me travel back and return those I’ve bullied, and I would thank you."

Reporter: "..."

Yuran continued, "You can follow up on this matter, I will find the classmate I’ve bullied, but let’s make it clear, you’re not allowed to expose her. I don’t mind you following me and taking photos, whether it’s showing off or performing, I don’t care what others say about me."

Reporter, "Miss Yuran, just because you apologize, do people have to forgive you? Bullying has already caused harm, and now you’re going to bother them, do you think that’s right?"

Yuran sneered, "I’m saying, you must be a shill, right? Who sent you? How much are they paying you, I’ll double it. Ask some normal questions, with some intelligence, okay?

"Otherwise, it makes me, who is responding to your question, seem like I lack intelligence as well."

"Pfft..."

At the scene, several reporters couldn’t hold back and laughed. The whole atmosphere in the hall was suddenly stirred up by Yuran. She continued, "I welcome everyone to question me, criticize me, even critique me, but irrelevant questions are a waste of everyone’s time. The press conference is almost over, my explanations are as such. If there’s anyone still unsatisfied, hurry up."

Down below, everyone was whispering, discussing something, but Yuran didn’t care. Qi Feng received a call midway through from an external line, hoping to get through to Yuran; he was asking Bo Yan whether to let Yuran take the call.

Bo Yan turned around and informed Yuran about it. Yuran nodded her head, and the staff brought over a cell phone and handed it to Yuran. Yuran turned on the speaker, and her voice instantly spread throughout the venue.

"Is this Yuran?"

Yuran hummed in response, "I am."

The other party, "Yuran, I am Zhang Yu, the classmate you bullied."

Whoosh...

This was undoubtedly like a huge rock striking a cruise ship, causing a collective gasp from the crowd. The journalists hastily turned on their recording pens, ready to capture the big scoop.

Yuran was startled, then solemnly and seriously apologized, "Zhang Yu, I’m sorry. I’m not asking for your forgiveness, but I do owe you this apology for many years."

Clear breathing sounds came from Zhang Yu, seeming to carry a hint of crying that filled the hall. The atmosphere softened slightly; on the other end of the phone, Zhang Yu’s voice was still somewhat hoarse, "I didn’t plan on calling this hotline; it was my husband who encouraged me to."

"Thank you for calling." Yuran truly felt sorry, although the incident hadn’t been her doing, by occupying someone else’s body she had to face the consequences, it was something inescapable and indefensible.

Zhang Yu hummed in response, "Even though so many years have passed, I still held a grudge against those people from back then. Like all the viewers, I saw your live interview and thought it was a show, a way for you to whitewash your image;

but after watching it, I don’t think so. I know you are naturally proud. Back then, when I was being bullied, you didn’t bully me directly, but you did participate and indirectly harmed me;

this has haunted me for many years, yet even so, you are the first person to publicly apologize to me. I forgive you."

Hearing her initial words, Yuran thought this girl had come to settle scores. She never imagined it would actually be forgiveness.

Yuran suddenly didn’t know what to say.

Zhang Yu chuckled softly, her voice gentle, "Yuran, when you all bullied me back then, I felt utterly alone, as if the whole world was plunged into darkness, unable to see any light, my life lost all hope;

I’ve been through hell and couldn’t push someone back into it. I’ve been affected, but compared to you these past few days, I feel we are the same, neither better than the other;

Like you said, ’karma,’ perhaps you are now paying the price for your past actions. Therefore, I have no time to pursue the matter further, nor do I wish to kick you when you’re down. I’ve forgiven you, sincerely and genuinely."

"Thank you very much."

Zhang Yu, "No need, take care of yourself too."

This phone call was an unexpected turn of events for everyone. Zhang Yu on the line didn’t blame Yuran, but instead sarcastically criticized those who were pressuring Yuran in the studio.

And she seemed gentle, yet was resolute. Yuran hung up the phone and turned to Bo Yan with a smile, "Brother Qi, help me find this Zhang Yu. I would like to meet her and apologize in person."

Her voice was very soft, so she was close to Bo Yan. As he leaned in to listen to her, the physical distance between them unexpectedly closed, driving the live audience watching nearly crazy. Couldn’t they stand any farther apart?

Couldn’t they speak properly while sitting?

What’s the matter with everyone listening?

The barrage of comments was endless, repeating the same few phrases over and over.

"Brother Bo the Great Actor, you’re standing too close to your lady."

"Can the lovey-dovey ones have some shame, please? It’s not decent to slaughter dogs, not in front of so many cameras. Tone it down a bit."

"I’m so jealous I’ve turned into a lemon. Just FYI, people really don’t need to be this close to talk."