My Fortune-Blessed Leading Lady
Chapter 511: My Seventh Brother in Society, a Man of Few Words 1

Chapter 511: Chapter 511: My Seventh Brother in Society, a Man of Few Words 1

"San Ge, are you sure the issue you discussed with me was how much Zhizhi is worth?" Bo Yan’s voice was ice-cold, showing displeasure, but this displeasure wasn’t directed at Bo San, but rather, at the person who exposed Zhizhi’s photos—this was absolutely unforgivable.

Bo San probably also knew that this matter had touched Bo Yan’s raw nerve and fell silent, "I have the photos here, I’m sending them to your email now, go check them in the study."

"Sure, send them."

Bo Yan, holding his tablet in hand, went to the study, just as Bo San’s email arrived. He opened it and saw the photos of Zhizhi. It was Zhizhi from today, wearing the clothes he had put on to go out with their mother, his little face captured very clearly.

Seeing the photos of Zhizhi softened Bo Yan’s icy pupils for a moment, but then they turned as harsh as a bitter winter, carrying a bone-chilling coldness.

Bo San’s call hadn’t been disconnected, "Xiaoqi, did you see them? There are quite a few photos. Judging by the time, they must be from today, right?"

"Yes, after dinner tonight, Zhizhi went for a walk outside with my parents. When my mom came back, she didn’t mention anything unusual, just told me that we might need to move, saying this place isn’t suitable for Zhizhi to show up anymore."

Bo San sighed, "Otherwise, why don’t you all move to the main courtyard and stay with Grandpa and Grandma?

After all, Grandpa and Grandma really enjoy seeing Zhizhi every day, and with the tight security here, it’s most suitable for Zhizhi."

"No need." Bo Yan refused, "Zhizhi is now aware of his identity, knowing he is the child of two public figures. I will ask for his opinion when he wakes up tomorrow. If he has no objections, then I am happy to see his exposure happen, facing the spotlight sooner rather than later isn’t a bad thing, as it will only become part of his daily life;

Moreover, I don’t want to be in front of Zhizhi all the time, perhaps that’s not what he wants. Now that Zhizhi knows how to make choices, I will respect his decisions."

Bo San didn’t see anything wrong with this realization. He actually laughed, "You make a lot of sense. It’s Zhizhi’s own matter, and the decision should be in Zhizhi’s hands, for him to decide.

However, I won’t let this issue end so quickly. I don’t appreciate someone scheming over my family’s heads."

Bo Yan also agreed with this view, he acknowledged softly, "San Ge, you handle this matter, but for the opponent’s trading place, I’ll go."

"Can you handle it?"

Unable to hide his doubt, Bo San said, "I’ve also spoken to Bo Si and Bo Liu about this, and they’re all free. Maybe let..."

Bo Yan interrupted before Bo San could finish, "No need, San Ge. I’ll go by myself. I know they all protect Zhizhi, but as a father, shouldn’t I be the one to go?"

Bo San had no rebuttal.

After ending the call with Bo San, Bo Yan quietly went to Zhizhi’s room, where Yuran was half-leaning beside Zhizhi, drowsy. Amused, he stepped forward and picked her up horizontally, causing Yuran to jump, her eyes snapping open, "Qi Ge?"

Bo Yan lowered his gaze and kissed her forehead, "Go back to your room and sleep, okay?"

Yuran, half-asleep, snuggled in his arms, Bo Yan chuckled. Not in a rush to leave immediately, he conveniently gave Yuran a bath and tucked her into bed smelling fresh. Only then did he whisper by her ear, "Baby, go to sleep first, don’t wait up for me, I have to step out for a bit, okay?"

Yuran, sleeping deeply, might not have heard it as she turned over and continued sleeping.

Watching her profile, Bo Yan chuckled, "This girl."

...

The sleazy young man chose a coffee shop he was familiar with as the meeting place, a shop where the owner was well acquainted with the people from Morning Light. When the owner saw the sleazy man sitting in his usual spot, he brought over a coffee and said with a smile, "Sleazy bro, did you guys have a big haul today?"

The sleazy man smiled contentedly, "Of course, it’s big news. Just wait till you see who I’m meeting with, you better not be shocked."

The coffee shop owner could not help but laugh, "I think what you’re doing is somewhat unkind. Aren’t you worried about it backfiring?"

The sleazy young man snorted, "You’re joking, right? Morning Light has been running for nearly ten years, when have we ever capsized? And isn’t it true that every artist obediently pays up?"

Moreover, the person I’m meeting today is the agent of an artist, not the artist himself, so it’s no big deal."

The coffee shop owner shook his head, no longer trying to persuade him. Some people, after all, are beyond advice, only realizing the complexity of society after they have suffered losses.

Morning Light had tasted too many sweet successes, causing some within to become overly inflated, losing all sense of direction.

Clearly, the sleazy young man was one such person.

Honestly, when Bo Yan, the distinguished actor, appeared in the coffee shop, both the sleazy young man and the coffee shop owner were utterly shocked, especially the sleazy young man who trembled as he looked at Bo Yan taking a seat in front of him, so nervous that he could hardly speak.

His pale eyes were nearly popping out of their sockets, and his already pale face turned even paler. Bo Yan’s hands were clasped together, resting on the table. His flawless face faced the sleazy young man, his eyes filled with disdain, "I heard that you want eighty million to buy my son’s photos outright, or else your Morning Light would go public with it, right?"

The coffee shop owner’s mouth was agape, big enough to fit an egg.

Alive... the living, real Bo Yan.

Had the people from Morning Light lost their minds? And, what had Bo Yan just said?

Son?

Hadn’t it just been revealed that Bo Yan had gotten married? Where did a son come from?

The coffee shop owner was completely distracted, coffee spilling all over the table as he came to his senses, and by then much of the coffee had already soaked the table. The two people sitting across from each other, no, just the sleazy young man, still hadn’t snapped out of it.

Perhaps he had miscalculated himself, thinking it would be Bo Yan’s agent who would come to discuss this matter. He had not expected Bo Yan himself to personally intervene.

The sleazy young man’s mouth opened and closed, but he couldn’t utter a word, cluelessly staring at Bo Yan’s cold face, unsure what to say.

And just now Bo Yan had bluntly stated that those were indeed photos of his son. So, the photo leaker definitely knew that the child was Bo Yan’s son and had deliberately exposed them to Morning Light?

If there wasn’t some deep meaning behind this, he wouldn’t believe it himself.

Bo Yan frowned, and seeing that the other party wasn’t speaking, he spoke again, "So, you want eighty million, right?"

The sleazy young man shook his head, then nodded, and then shook his head again, "Mr. Bo Yan, I, I, I... "

"I know about your Morning Light," Bo Yan suddenly spoke.

The sleazy young man’s unfinished sentence was cut off by Bo Yan, "I know what kind of business your Morning Light does, and I know what you want. But this time, perhaps you can try to see if you can really leak my son’s photos."