My Fortune-Blessed Leading Lady
Chapter 502: Dog Bites Dog, A Mouthful of Fur

Chapter 502: Chapter 502: Dog Bites Dog, A Mouthful of Fur

Zhizhi brought over a small stool, squeezed toothpaste on the toothbrushes for Bo Yan and himself, and without hurrying to brush his teeth, he stood on the stool, waiting for Bo Yan to come in with an expectant look for praise.

Standing in front of the mirror side by side, Bo Yan showered Zhizhi with compliments. Zhizhi’s cheeks flushed with a color that resembled shyness. Knowing his son’s timidity all too well, Bo Yan had no intention of teasing him.

Mama Bo grew anxious when she saw that the father and son hadn’t come downstairs yet. She stood up, ready to go upstairs to call them, causing Papa Bo to feel his family status slipping drastically, so he hastened to stop her.

"Where do you think you’re going?"

Mama Bo gave Papa Bo a sidelong glance and asserted as if it were the most natural thing, "Breakfast is almost getting cold, of course, I’m going to call our son and grandson down for breakfast, what else?"

The house is only so big, where else could they be?

Papa Bo held back and then said, "My dear, one is almost thirty years old, do you still worry he can’t find his way downstairs?"

Mama Bo looked incredulous, "Bo Yinan, how can you be like this?"

Papa Bo felt his heart breaking into pieces, and in a fit of pique, he blurted out, "My dear, we could start eating, and then whenever Bo Yan gets up with Zhizhi, they can eat."

"That won’t do, having such irregular life habits. It doesn’t matter for Bo Yan, but how can Zhizhi endure such meal timings?"

Papa Bo wasn’t sure whether he should mourn for himself silently as he watched Mama Bo turn away and go upstairs. His mouthful of soy milk suddenly lost its flavor.

With his son and grandson being her entire world, what about him?

This is preposterous.

When Mama Bo pushed open the door, she saw the father and son lined up in front of the bathroom mirror, mouths full of toothpaste foam. Zhizhi, seeing her in the mirror reflection, squinted into two crescent moons and called out indistinctly, "Grandma..."

Seeing him skillfully brushing his teeth while standing on the stool, Mama Bo couldn’t help but laugh and cry, "This is how Zhizhi has always managed at home, right?"

Bo Yan rinsed his mouth and smiled faintly, "Weiwei and I believe that since Zhizhi is three now, he can be self-reliant with things within his ability. We can’t always be there to take care of him."

Zhizhi, looking for recognition, said, "Grandma, Mama praised Zhizhi for being quick to learn and clever."

After he finished speaking, he dashed to the bedroom and began to change his clothes on his own.

Mama Bo, quite moved, said to Bo Yan, "Zhizhi is quite like you in every aspect, doing things he can manage himself without easily troubling others, asking for little."

Bo Yan laughed, "That’s good, less worry. Mom, you go downstairs first; Zhizhi and I will join you after we change, or my dad might have some complaints."

Mama Bo laughed, "What complaints could he possibly have?"

Bo Yan just smiled without answering.

He knew his father well enough.

...

During breakfast, Yuran called on the videophone. Zhizhi sat beside Bo Yan and chatted with Yuran, "Mama, Daddy and I are at Grandma’s house. We’re having breakfast with many, many delicious things. Grandma Zhang and Grandma made a yogurt cake for Zhizhi, it’s so yummy."

His mouth was ringed with a white milk mustache.

Looking adorably silly, Yuran’s tiny face seemed even smaller and more exquisite from the screen. She looked at Zhizhi with envy, "Baby, Mama is so jealous of you, breakfast looks so good.

"Did Zhizhi share a good morning with Grandpa and Grandma today?"

Zhizhi nodded, a longing look in his eyes as he gazed at Yuran, "Mommy, Zhizhi misses you. When will your work end, mommy? When your work is done, can Zhizhi go with daddy to pick you up?"

Zhizhi’s little face was filled with yearning. Yuran’s heart softened as she saw it, she adjusted the camera so her breakfast was visible, and changed the subject, "Baby, mommy will be done soon, in about ten days. Can Zhizhi help mommy count the days?"

Zhizhi’s eyes lit up, and he clambered into Bo Yan’s arms, sitting steadily before taking the phone to himself, "Is mommy’s breakfast dumplings?"

Yuran laughed, "Yes, but they’re not as delicious as grandma’s dumplings. Zhizhi is at grandma’s house, will you eat more and grow taller?"

"Baby, you’ll finish filming in ten days?" At this point, Bo Yan’s mother’s voice cut in.

Bo Yan twisted Zhizhi’s wrist to turn the camera towards his mother, and Yuran responded with a nod, greeting her, "Mom, dad."

Bo Yan’s mother furrowed her brows slightly, "Baby, when it’s time to rest, you should rest well. It’s not your turn to worry about making money to support the family. That’s Xiaoqi’s business. It’s nonsense for you to be making a living outside while he stays at home waiting for you to provide for him."

Suddenly caught in the crossfire, Bo Yan was also a bit stunned, but he just grinned without explaining.

The sound of that laughter made Yuran’s ears burn thousands of miles away. She quickly said, "Mom, that’s not true. Even if I’m out acting, the one supporting the family is still Qi. I had already committed to this project before, and I can’t go back on my word."

Bo Yan’s mother just felt that Yuran had lost a lot of weight.

Her eyes full of sympathy.

"In ten days, come straight to the old mansion to eat. I will make you some delicious food to nourish you."

Yuran nodded repeatedly, and Zhizhi got off Bo Yan’s lap, walking over to Bo Yan’s mother holding his little cheeks, "Mommy, Zhizhi misses you so much."

"Mommy misses you so much too."

Mother and son through the screen, one more childish than the other — Bo Yan focused on his breakfast, occasionally wondering, doesn’t anyone miss me?

Seeing him like that, the senior Bo snorted, "... Jealous."

Bo Yan: "..."

...

Yuran’s filming in City of Temptation was nearing completion, and in sharp contrast to it was Miss Rose. Xi Gu probably hadn’t anticipated that Ou Jinchu would be so tough this time, directly going on strike and not showing up on set for two consecutive weeks. Although the production didn’t come to a complete halt because of her, it wasn’t far from it.

The director found him, indicating the current difficulty, and that if it really didn’t work out, they would use a stand-in and add her face in post-production, but the results would be very poor.

Xi Gu, frustrated, gave Ou Jinchu a call, his words sharp and utterly face-saving, demanding Ou Jinchu return to the filming. If she failed to fulfill the contract, they would see each other in court.

Ou Jinchu’s side was furious too. Having been in a bad mood that day, she directly vented on the official Weibo about Miss Rose’s team, calling them a third-rate director, third-rate investment, third-rate script. Even if her acting was celestial, she couldn’t salvage the reality of Miss Rose’s terrible script;

Moreover, the investors from Huanya had even threatened her life, utterly lacking any principles.

With this statement, Ou Jinchu thrust both parties into the eye of the storm. Xi Gu, incensed, cursed in his office, calling Ou Jinchu brainless. At a time like this, they were all grasshoppers on the same string. If Miss Rose failed, would it make Ou Jinchu’s reputation any better?

Publicly dissing the team as third-rate made Ou Jinchu unprecedented in history.

This gossip was too shocking.

Yuran, receiving the news on set, remarked, "Dog eats dog, a mouthful of fur, none of them are good."