My Fortune-Blessed Leading Lady
Chapter 508: Baby, no matter what I say next

Chapter 508: Chapter 508: Baby, no matter what I say next

Mrs. Xia seemed interested as she said, "Since your son and daughter-in-law are both in the circle, then Zhizhi can too!"

Mrs. Bo wasn’t offended by this remark and smiled, "Zhizhi is not interested in that."

"Oh, has little Zhizhi started forming her own opinions?"

Mrs. Bo watched Zhizhi walking the dog, lightly humming, "The path Zhizhi likes is different from my son and daughter-in-law, so we haven’t constrained her talent.

The Bo Family doesn’t need to restrict Zhizhi from contributing anymore, as long as Zhizhi likes it, I and Bo Yinan wouldn’t force her. If my son decides to have another child, and we are lucky enough to have a granddaughter, I’d be completely satisfied," said Mrs. Bo.

Mrs. Xia said, "Now Bo Yan and Yuran are young, and Yuran, being an artist at such a young age, can have children for Bo Yan, which means a second child is just a matter of time."

Isn’t that so?

What artist would have children in their early twenties?

In order to have Zhizhi, Yuran had a tough time studying, but she never complained or felt she was suffering; such a girl truly deserves to be pampered by the Bo Family.

Though Mrs. Xia was over sixty, her progressive thoughts were very much in tune with current trends.

She certainly liked Zhizhi, or she wouldn’t have let her handle her beloved dog, Qiuqiu. Normally, one wouldn’t even be allowed to touch Qiuqiu’s head.

But Zhizhi could freely play with her Qiuqiu.

Mrs. Xia imagined if Zhizhi had a sister to bring out, it would surely be fun, "My grandson is just a little fatty, having him around is like hauling a watermelon, round and rolling. I told his mom, the kid needs to lose weight.

But guess what?"

Mrs. Bo looked puzzled at Mrs. Xia, "What then?"

"The little rascal got worried that I’d force him to diet without meat, and simply stopped visiting. Haven’t seen him for a while."

For the sake of eating, utterly shameless.

Mrs. Bo couldn’t help but laugh, "Your Little Fatty sure is interesting."

Mrs. Xia really didn’t want to talk anymore, "Let’s just drop it. Talking about him just infuriates me. If he keeps eating like this, there won’t be clothes big enough to fit him. It’s driving me mad. It’s not healthy to grow like this, the darn kid just doesn’t know better."

Mrs. Bo smiled, "Kids, you know, think simply. Having something to eat is naturally more important, and it’s normal for children to be protective of their food."

Mrs. Xia pointed towards Zhizhi, "Your Zhizhi isn’t like that, and what’s key is she also looks incredibly pretty. Zhizhi is really great; I was telling Mr. Xia earlier to let Zhizhi come to our place more, mingle with our boy, maybe rub off on him;

But now the person has already been scared away, so never mind."

Mrs. Bo smiled and remained silent, patiently watching Zhizhi playing with the dog. Mrs. Xia watched for a while, seemed to think of something, and looked at Mrs. Bo, saying, "You know, recently, quite a few young people have shown up around here, looks like they’re relatives from various families;

Some are very interested in your son and daughter-in-law’s business. I sense mischief. Maybe you should talk to Bo, consider moving somewhere else for a while."

"What do you mean?"

Immediately, Mrs. Bo’s expression turned less joyful.

Mrs. Xia considered her words carefully and slowly said, "What do I mean, isn’t it clear enough? It’s that someone wants to dig up gossip about your daughter-in-law and son. But, it hasn’t happened in our area yet, it’s the outskirts, apparently full of strangers every day. I’m not being nosy, just thinking it’s better to avoid trouble where possible, being cautious is always right."

"Indeed."

Bo’s mother seemed contemplative.

...

Meanwhile, after Bo’s mother and Bo’s grand leader took Zhizhzi out, Bo Yan took Yuran back to their room, casually locking the door behind them. Yuran blinked, "What’s so secretive? Is it really a gossipy, melodramatic scoop?"

"Maybe, even more melodramatic than a ’Gold’ level scandal."

Yuran crossed her arms, seriously looking at Bo Yan. Bo Yan was seldom so earnest with her, whatever the matter, once it passed through Bo Yan, the outcome was generally more acceptable. But now, Bo Yan’s sudden seriousness unsettled her.

"Bo Yan, is it...?"

"Yes."

Although Yuran hadn’t finished her sentence, Bo Yan guessed what she was about to say. It was simple; Yuran wanted to know if there was news about her relatives.

And the answer was, yes.

It wasn’t just that there was news about her relatives; it was earth-shattering news. Yuran, holding back the urge that was surging from deep inside, stared intensely at Bo Yan. Bo Yan gave in, wrapping his arms around her, "Can’t you just pamper me a bit?"

Yuran burst into laughter, hugging his waist, "You spoiled me like this, you can swallow all the bitterness yourself, right?"

Bo Yan sighed, his voice carrying a laughing tone, "Baby, you act so recklessly with me because you’re sure I can’t really do anything to you, don’t you?"

"You regret this?"

"Of course not, I will never regret being with you. I’m thinking about how I should tease you to get back at you."

Yuran quickly pushed him away, her cheeks blushing slightly, "Bo Yan, enough is enough, we’re supposed to be discussing serious matters. Hurry up and speak."

"Kiss me, and I will."

"Who does that?

Bo Yan raised an eyebrow, shamelessly persisting, "I do what?"

Yuran, fuming, "You know exactly what you’re doing, taking advantage of the situation."

"Asking for a kiss from my wife, is that really bullying? Baby, are you sure you’re not misunderstanding the concept of bullying?"

Yuran pouted, sitting on the edge of the bed, gritting her teeth as she stared at someone, abruptly getting up, grabbing that someone’s collar and pulling him down forcefully, pressing her lips firmly against his, "Is that okay now?"

Bo Yan chuckled lightly, "That’s insincere."

Yuran gritted her teeth and endured.

"You can’t take advantage of this situation. Just say it quickly. You’ve completely ruined the tense atmosphere we started with, Bo Yan, aren’t you embarrassed?"

Instead of saying anything, Bo Yan, who had just been accused, remained silent: "..."

Calmly, Bo Yan took a step towards Yuran, sat down beside her, pulling her into a partial embrace, his chin resting on the top of her head, "Baby, no matter what I say next, you have to listen seriously. Don’t overreact, wait until I’ve finished, and if you have any questions or need clarifications, I will explain them slowly to you, okay?"

Yuran looked a bit dazed but then nodded, "Okay."

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