My Fortune-Blessed Leading Lady
Chapter 542: A Nightmarish Experience

Chapter 542: Chapter 542: A Nightmarish Experience

Yuran’s words left Bo Yan even more surprised. Looking at his hand that Yuran had pulled away, he felt somewhat wronged, "Baby, do you not love me anymore?"

Yuran waved her hand and walked past him into the bedroom, "Not at all, Xiaoqi. This is what you wanted, I can’t refute your request, I still love you."

"That doesn’t convince me at all."

Yuran laughed dismissively, stopped in her tracks, and looked back at him standing at the door, tall and straight like a pine. His face wore an expression of extreme discomfort, suggesting that he was somehow being mistreated.

"Xiaoqi, playing the poor thing won’t work. When you agree to have children, then we’ll start sleeping together again."

On his first night sleeping alone, Bo Yan suffered from insomnia, tossing and turning in bed, unable to fall asleep.

He went downstairs in the middle of the night to make himself a late-night snack. When Bo Yan’s mother saw him, she scoffed, "Ashamed, are you?"

Bo Yan did not speak, and instead talked about something else, "Mom, are you also hungry?"

"Not hungry, just drinking water."

"Oh."

Bo Yan’s mother watched his tall figure busily moving about the kitchen, and followed him, "Xiaoqi, why are you so resistant to Yuran having a second child? It’s livelier with more kids at home; what are you doing?

If you don’t want Yuran to give birth, you should properly persuade her. Just saying that you’re scared isn’t enough. Scared of what?"

Bo Yan took a pot to boil water, turned around, and looked at his mother seriously, "Mom, as someone who has been through it, I won’t talk about how hard it is to bear a child. You know that firsthand. But during the birth of Zhizhi, I was genuinely scared;

Do you remember the child from the family next door?"

Bo Yan’s mother couldn’t recall. At that time, all her attention was focused on Yuran; she didn’t have the time to pay attention to others.

Bo Yan continued, "At that time, I felt completely bewildered. I could only hear people running back and forth. The doctor said one moment the baby couldn’t be delivered naturally, then the next moment said a C-section was needed. I was worried that Yuran would have to undergo a C-section. How painful that must be! Although childbirth is painful no matter how it’s done, after struggling for so long with natural delivery, to then have to go for a C-section, it just doesn’t seem worth it;

The man from next door was almost in tears. Then, during the C-section, there was a hemorrhage and it even triggered a heart condition in the expectant mother. I can’t guarantee Yuran’s safety one hundred percent, so why take the risk?

Mom, your son isn’t a coward, it’s just that when it comes to Yuran, I don’t have the courage.

I can stand tall and deliver on my promises, but when it comes to Yuran, I have several more issues to consider. I’m scared."

Scared of losing her.

Falling for someone is really too difficult.

Bo Yan’s mother looked at her son with his sorry appearance, head hanging low, and she didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. She had never dared to imagine that her son would have such a day; now, someone had finally managed to handle him, and she had seen her fair share of his embarrassing moments.

After rinsing the water glass and putting it back, Bo Yan’s mother spoke up, "I’m not going to meddle in this. In the end, you need to talk to Yuran about this. Yuran has the right to have a second child, and you naturally have the right to refuse. However, you need to find the middle ground on your own. You can’t expect Yuran to always accommodate you, can you? After all, you are a man."

"I know."

Bo Yan’s lips were tightly pursed, clearly unhappy.

Unhappy with himself.

Bo Yan’s mother turned to leave, "Eat your snack and get to bed early. The spare keys to the house are in the living room cabinet; find them yourself."

Bo Yan’s eyes lit up, "Thanks, Mom."

"I’m not helping you."

"I know."

Bo Yan’s mother walked away slowly, but after a few steps, she turned back, "Actually, there was another reason your father didn’t want to have a second child. He blamed himself for not having time to watch you grow up, so if we had another, he was afraid the guilt would be double."

Bo Yan was stunned. In the end, he could only watch as his mother walked further and further away.

No one had ever told him these things before.

Was he lonely from childhood? He must have been lonely, doing everything by himself. When he was in the large courtyard it was okay, the older brothers in the family would play with him. Later, when the kids from the courtyard played with him, it was only when he was alone that he felt a bit lonely.

He had time to accompany his children, he just worried that having children would put Yuran in danger.

He also liked his and Yuran’s children, or else he wouldn’t have been so doting on Zhizhi, but now he felt a bit lost.

The water in the pot boiled furiously, and he made himself a bowl of egg noodles. When he brought it out to eat, Yuran was sitting at the dining table waiting for him. He stared at Yuran in disbelief, "Baby, why did you come out wearing so little?"

With that, he put down his noodles on the table and hurried upstairs to grab a jacket for her, draping it over Yuran’s shoulders, "The night air is cold, you should wear more, you know?

Do you want to have some more supper?"

"Sure."

Bo Yan smiled, went back to the kitchen, grabbed an empty bowl, and gave Yuran a third of the noodles. They sat opposite each other, eating the noodles. Bo Yan’s gaze was on Yuran the whole time. After eating a little, he asked Yuran, "Baby, are you angry because of what happened this afternoon, so you don’t want to talk to me?"

"No, I’m not angry, I just haven’t figured it out. Xiaoqi, I heard your conversation with mom just now."

Actually, Bo Yan’s mother, when she went upstairs, saw her in the corridor. It seemed she knew that Yuran had overheard quite a bit, but she said nothing.

Yuran slowly came down the stairs.

Bo Yan was taken aback, then smiled, "Baby, don’t be angry. I just need time. I’m just not ready to..."

Yuran reached out her hand, holding his in her palm, "Xiaoqi, let’s go back to bed. I can’t sleep without you."

Bo Yan stopped talking abruptly, staring at her hand holding his, the smile on his lips undisguised, "Baby, you’re not angry anymore?"

"I wasn’t angry to begin with, just trying to push you a bit, and I ended up troubling myself."

"I’ve also troubled myself."

The two shared a smile, as if warming a cold chamber.

After finishing the noodles, Bo Yan placed the bowls in the sink and went upstairs with his arm around Yuran. They returned to their room to rest, and this time, there was no insomnia; they slept very soundly.

...

The next day, Yuran was woken by a phone call. It was Annan, telling her that something had come up with Lu Xiao, and asking if she had time to go to the studio.

She was still in Bo Yan’s arms, groggy, with the phone held by Bo Yan to her ear. Upon hearing the news, she became much more alert, "What happened to Lu Xiao?"

"The script, Yeguang Sect."

"What’s the problem?" Yuran took over the phone and sat up in bed, her hair a total mess, not bothering to tidy it up.

"Lu Xiao joined the crew of ’Emperor Feng’, the leading lady is Diyang’s Xie Lingling. Last night a reporter caught Xie Lingling entering Lu Xiao’s room in the middle of the night, and this morning she left in disarray. The exact details are unclear, but Lu Xiao’s side has explained that he was with Xia Ji all night, and they don’t know why he’s being blamed.

The explanations don’t matter to the reporters; they keep slinging mud at him in their articles. Lu Xiao feels like he’s just a scapegoat."