My Fortune-Blessed Leading Lady
Chapter 497: Yuran, Is It Fu Yuran?

Chapter 497: Chapter 497: Yuran, Is It Fu Yuran?

Although Yuran didn’t take Ji Zexiu’s call to heart, she felt there was one thing off—Xi Nian’s gaze towards her seemed strangely peculiar.

Let’s not even talk about that, but him running to the set every other day and even personally ordering meals for her, each time Annan seemed on the verge of saying something, feeling as if she was about to make the great movie star Bo Yan wear a green hat.

One day after filming, Annan grabbed Yuran and hauled her back to the hotel. As soon as the door closed, she blurted out, "Yuran, what’s the deal between you and President Xi? This is the fifth time now. President Xi always packs your portion of the food before I go to collect the meals,

and hands it over to me. I’ve seen you eat it several times, and the dishes are completely different from ours. I’m beginning to suspect that President Xi made it himself.

You’re not planning to... scale the wall, are you?"

Annan herself was frightened by her own thoughts, while Yuran choked on her food, "You don’t think I would betray the great movie star Bo Yan, do you? Am I that kind of person?"

From the details Annan had observed lately, she retorted, "Aren’t you? Then why do you relish the meals sent by President Xi so much? Yuran, we really can’t make the great movie star wear a green hat!

Think about the power behind Bo Yan. Don’t you want to continue mixing in the circle anymore? And what’s more, if your heart is getting restless, think about Zhizhi. Zhizhi has no mother; how pitiful that is. A child without a mother is like a blade of grass."

The more Annan spoke, the more illogical she sounded, completely unaware of what she was saying. Yuran cut her off, "Stop, stop, stop, Annan, haven’t you noticed?"

Annan’s face was full of confusion, "Noticed what?"

Yuran, "You have quite a talent for being a screenwriter, with such wild imagination. You chose to be my agent, and that’s like destroying your own talent; do you understand?"

"Now that you mention it, I think I really am..."

Yuran: "...was I complimenting you?"

"Weren’t you?"

Of course, she wasn’t.

Yuran held her forehead, feeling like the food in her mouth had lost all its flavor, "Had you not brought it up, I really wouldn’t have noticed. I’m so thick-skinned. I’ve let my guard down around Xi Nian, thinking I’ve kept my distance far enough, but now that you’ve pointed it out, I feel like a wretch."

"It’s not that you’re like one, you are one," Annan declared, with no hesitation in delivering a verdict.

Yuran had an indescribable grievance, "How is this my fault, though? Aren’t you my agent? Shouldn’t you be warding off these peach blossoms for me?"

Annan responded, "Right, why didn’t I think of that? But I don’t dare, although President Xi has an unbelievably handsome face, he’s not someone I can afford to offend!"

Yuran: "...you’re so spineless, does Xie Cheng know that? Didn’t he take you under his wing for a while? Is this how you’ve always been?"

Annan: "Don’t mention him. When I was working under him, he never missed an opportunity to spite me with his cold sarcasm. I never understood his intentions. Honestly, a man who’s as gossipy as a girl makes for an uncomfortable sight."

Yuran: "..."

...

What Yuran didn’t know was that Xi Nian had hurried back to the capital that very night and got in touch with Bo Yan. Bo Yan had Zhizhi sent to the old mansion. Before getting out of the car, Zhizhi asked him, "Dad, am I staying over at Grandma and Grandpa’s house tonight? Then where will Dad stay?"

Bo Yan was bending over to lift him out of the car and, upon hearing this, continued moving, saying, "I’ll come back to sleep with Zhizhi. You go to bed first; Daddy has to step out for a bit, is that okay?"

Zhizhi’s curiosity piqued, "Who is Dad going to meet? Does Zhizhi know them?"

"I know him."

Zhizhi’s eyes widened, "Who is it?"

"Xi Nian."

"What does Uncle Xi want with Dad so late at night?" Zhizhi muttered, but she didn’t ask any further. After handing Zhizhi over to Mrs. Bo, Bo Yan went to meet with Xi Nian.

In the club with excellent privacy, Bo Yan was directly escorted to the private room by the server. Xi Nian seemed to have been sitting there for a long time, his expression tense, his eyes full of red bloodshot. Bo Yan took a seat opposite him, "It’s so late, President Xi called me here, what’s the matter?"

Xi Nian stared at Bo Yan as he took his seat, opening and closing his lips as if to speak, but he never uttered a word.

Sitting quietly for a while, Bo Yan grew impatient, "President Xi, is there something you can’t bring yourself to say? If you’re not ready, once you’ve thought it through, let’s talk then. I’ll be going back."

"Bo Yan."

Just as Bo Yan stood up, he was stopped by Xi Nian’s call. He turned around, meeting Xi Nian’s gaze as it lifted up. Xi Nian’s eyes flashed with restraint, sadness, and struggle, as if he was hesitating whether to speak or to ask, or maybe whether to prove something, "Bo, the great actor, you... "

Bo Yan folded back to his seat in front of Xi Nian, "Is the question you want to ask related to Yuran?"

Xi Nian raised his head, his eyes complex, "Yes."

Bo Yan frowned, "Then what can’t be said? Or did you bring me here because there’s something you want to confirm with me?"

Perhaps it was intuition—Bo Yan just felt that way.

Xi Nian couldn’t refute this statement, but he seemed unable to say it now either. He feared by saying it out loud, especially before he had full control of the situation, might actually harm Yuran.

"Bo, the great actor, do you think Yuran resembles someone? Or to put it differently, in your eyes, is Yuran the same person you knew before?"

Bo Yan narrowed his eyes, unable to make out the emotions in the depths of Xi Nian’s eyes. This man was accustomed to restraining himself, of course, so was Bo Yan, "President Xi, what exactly are you trying to say?"

Xi Nian was also observing the changes in Bo Yan’s reaction, but to his disappointment, Bo Yan’s reactions were almost imperceptible. The two men confronted each other without fully understanding one another, "Bo, the great actor, is this question hard to answer? If Yuran is the Yuran you knew, why didn’t you fall in love with her earlier?

However, if Yuran is not the Yuran you knew, then your love for her isn’t abrupt at all."

It wasn’t without any certainty that Xi Nian had arranged to meet Bo Yan. He had compared and investigated the differences between the Yuran he knew and the Yuran who came back later.

Some things mustn’t be scrutinized too meticulously—the more you scrutinize, the more discrepancies you find, and the more doubts you uncover, the more you worry about how little you actually know.

If all his speculations were correct, he didn’t know how to start speaking.

Bo Yan suddenly looked at him and laughed, "What are you trying to say? It would be better for President Xi to spell it all out at once."

Xi Nian’s lashes were lowered as he curved his lips into a smile, "Bo Yan, you know what I’m talking about. I’m just seeking to confirm something with you, something I find incredible, yet perfectly plausible. Yuran, your wife Yuran, the Yuran who is now living with you, is she..."

With every word that fell from Xi Nian’s mouth, Bo Yan’s heart uncontrollably thumped violently, a mix of repression and exhilaration pulsed through him.

Xi Nian enunciated each word, "Is Yuran actually Fu Yuran?"