My Fortune-Blessed Leading Lady
Chapter 520: The Sharp-Tongued Mrs. Bo

Chapter 520: Chapter 520: The Sharp-Tongued Mrs. Bo

Qin Yunong’s pupils shrank sharply. She looked at Mrs. Bo, wanting to say something, yet not knowing how to begin. It was only when Mr. and Mrs. Bo reached the doorway that she opened her mouth.

Her tone was filled with resentment and incomprehension.

"Mrs. Bo, our Qin Family’s engagement with the Bo Family, though merely a verbal agreement, can’t be wrong for me to aspire towards excellent prospects, can it?"

Mrs. Bo turned around and saw Qin Yunong’s candid and resentful expression, her curiosity piqued, "Young lady, your so-called engagement does not mean you get to pick and choose any male member from the Bo Family. Have you misunderstood something?"

Qin Yunong’s face turned ghostly pale.

Indeed, she had gone a bit too far. Initially, she did regard Bo Yan as the ideal choice, hoping to be chosen by him if possible. However, after Bo Yan had treated her with indifference, she found herself wanting to get to know more men from the Bo Family.

Mrs. Bo’s discerning and ruthless gaze pierced through the filth and disgrace Qin Yunong harbored at the bottom of her heart.

Without stating it explicitly, she left Qin Yunong utterly ashamed.

Seeing her silence, Mrs. Bo continued, "You were not present during the conversation I had with your grandfather, and you might not be fully aware. But let me repeat— the so-called engagement between the Qin and Bo families was solicited by your Qin Family. If you don’t believe me, ask your grandfather.

If you had remained well-behaved and sensible, then the Bo Family could overlook the benefits pulled from us by the Qin Family and treat it as a gesture of care towards the Qin Family, without dwelling on the wool the Qin Family has shorn from the Bo Family over the years;

After all, no matter how large an empire is, it faces difficulties, and we can understand the Qin Family wanting to grow;

But young lady, you are mistaken about one thing. Let alone the original terms of the engagement between the Qin and Bo families, the intended party of the engagement isn’t even you!

Do you really think that, without the late Miss Qin of your family, any of the sisters could simply step in her place?

How naïve can you be? Marriage is no trifling matter, and it’s certainly not like arranged matches of the Great Manchu Dynasty. Our family certainly doesn’t practice such customs, as we advocate for marital freedom and the freedom to love;

If my son likes a girl, even if she’s an orphan without a penny to her name, I would accept her;

I’m not an unreasonable family head who insists my son obeys my every command. Didn’t I make myself clear when you first came to us? Was there any part you didn’t fully understand?"

Qin Yunong felt her face burning with humiliation under Mrs. Bo’s harangue, wishing she could find a hole to crawl into. Her petty schemes lay exposed in front of Mrs. Bo;

Stripped bare and left out to scorch under the blazing sun, her dignity laid in ruins.

Mr. Bo, arm in arm with his mother, did not glance at any member of the Qin Family. Instead, he spoke softly and gently to Mrs. Bo, "Let’s go, we should head back. Zhizhi must have been waiting for us for a long time."

"Alright."

As the visitors left, the elderly Mr. Qin staggered a few steps backward and collapsed onto the sofa.

Qin Yunong, unable to bear the disappointment in her grandfather’s eyes, hung her head as she stood before him. Mr. Qin looked at her and sighed, "Yunong, I’ve always thought you were more sensible than Yuyan. Between the two of you, no matter what happened, I always supported you first. But with this matter, you’ve truly disappointed me.

You actually thought about exposing Bo Yinan and the grandson of Aisin Gioro Yan? Since Aisin Gioro Yan dares to take his grandson out in public so openly, it means the entire Imperial Inscription Platform is aware, and anyone who knows must keep it to themselves. You, on the other hand, went out of your way to create displeasure for everyone."

Qin Yunong didn’t know what to say, this matter indeed was her fault, she was just not willing to accept it, even now she was discontent, "Grandpa, compared to that good-for-nothing Yuran, where exactly did I lose?"

"Good-for-nothing?"

Mr. Qin, the elder, couldn’t help but laugh and cry, "Yunong, you’ve been abroad all these years, your impression of Yuran is still stuck on the childish stereotypes you had. Since you’ve been back, have you ever considered the changes in Yuran?

Have you tried to understand and compare him from any aspect?

Do you think a good-for-nothing can receive a delegation? Last time as the representative for the United Arab Emirates’ study group, you appeared at Diwai,

the royal family on the other side was very satisfied with Yuran’s performance, weren’t they? As far as I know, the exchange center Diwai is currently constructing is funded by one of the princes that Yuran received at the time;

I’ve also heard that he keeps in touch with Yuran privately and has invited Yuran to attend the cultural exchange festival at Abu Dhabi University.

How many years have you been in the United Arab Emirates, Yunong? Have you ever received such preferential treatment?

It’s not terrifying to be inferior to others, what’s terrifying is not daring to admit that others are better than oneself. You’ve really disappointed me."

The old man, supported by the butler, quickly left the dining room. He had an intuition that the end of the Qin Family was nearing, soon, perhaps, the Qin Family’s years of effort might go up in flames.

Is it strange to blame Qin Yunong?

Mr. Qin’s heart was also very conflicted. Qin Yunong was a child he valued highly, yet her performance was extremely disappointing, and it was too late even if she wanted to make amends.

...

Three hours earlier, Bo Yan had taken Xie Cheng straight to the Qin clan, but they were informed that the person in charge of the Qin’s had not shown up to work today. Xie Cheng raised an eyebrow, "It seems that Qin’s is doing quite well if the person in charge can casually come in late or leave early."

The secretary didn’t dare to say much, merely feeling his face burn with embarrassment.

From the moment Bo Yan set foot in the company, he captured everyone’s attention, and they all hurried to catch a glimpse of Bo Yan himself, but when he actually approached, all of them chickened out.

Bo Yan emitted an aura that said ’strangers keep out’, with not a hint of tenderness, just like the distant figures on the cold movie screens, rejecting people from a thousand miles away, those who carried clothes and books hoping for an autograph were simply too afraid to come forward.

They could only push and shove each other gleefully, Bo Yan’s gaze was like tangible pressure, making the secretary too scared to even lift his head, and Xie Cheng stepped forward, patted the secretary on the shoulder, "Look, we’re not here to rob the place, what are you nervous about?

Just call your manager and say we have something to discuss. Ask her to come to the office, thanks.

Of course, you could just tell her Bo Yan is looking for her."

The secretary acknowledged with a couple of "ohs" and turned to flee the area of low pressure as if flying. Through the glass walls, the corridor was filled with people; while not all were Bo Yan’s fangirls, the curiosity about Bo Yan was enough for everyone to crowd together. Xie Cheng watched with amusement, "Seems like someone’s waiting for your autograph. Will you sign?"

Bo Yan slightly lifted his brows and glanced at Xie Cheng. That look sent a chill over Xie Cheng, who dared not speak further.

After a while, the secretary slowly came back, "Mr. Mega Star Bo, Assistant Xie, I’m sorry, our manager did not answer the phone, perhaps she didn’t have it with her. How about this, let’s go inside and have a cup of tea while we wait, okay?"