Xie Cheng was busy feeling sorrowful and painting fans, yet Bo Yan’s eyes widened when Yuran ntioned how anyone could pursue a superstar like him.
"Co on, let’s have a serious talk." Bo Yan regained his focus, straightened Yuran’s body to find a comfortable position, hugged her, and rested his chin on her head. "Before soone actually catches us, I’ll try to keep our relationship as hidden as possible, but once we’re caught, should we just admit it?"
"Yes!" Yuran nodded in agreent without almost any hesitation.
Bo Yan smiled cheerfully, "Won’t you consider it for a mont?"
Yuran thought seriously, then shook her head, "Honestly, I feel hiding a relationship might make it seem more like a publicity stunt. I’m not worried about my popularity dropping—I don’t have popularity. With your status, you shouldn’t worry about the impact on your popularity either.
As for cyberbullying, I think only the opinions of people who matter to can hurt . As for strangers I don’t know and who are who knows how far away, if I got upset over these people, wouldn’t life be too exhausting?
My ti is so short; even dating you feels barely enough. I have to work and study, too; I don’t have the ti to care about people who are irrelevant."
Bo Yan’s pupils contracted slightly as he chuckled. He had not expected to hear such words from Yuran.
Xie Cheng was the most shocked, though he was compelled by Bo Yan’s influence to change his view of Yuran. Deep down, he still harbored so disdain, but the more he interacted with Yuran,
the ingrained perceptions gradually uprooted themselves from his mind.
Laying a new understanding.
Especially considering her age, just entering the circle during the peak of expectation, she knew before becoming an artist how detrintal a revealed romance could be to her career. He hadn’t expected her to say this.
He slightly raised his eyebrows, subtly impressed.
Indeed, the sugar-roasted chestnuts were not bought; Xie Cheng, however, was quite embarrassingly squeezed by the crowd.
When he got into the car, Yuran looked at him apologetically, "Xie Cheng, thank you; sorry about that."
Xie Cheng waved his hand, "The one tornting wasn’t you. Why don’t you have the great movie star Bo apologize to ?"
Yuran: "...." Taking it too far?
Bo Yan chuckled, "Let’s drive..."
Xie Cheng touched his nose, "... stingy."
...
The old mansion of the Bo Family.
"Madam, the news says Xiaoqi had a kissing scene, and the girl Xiaoqi kissed is the one he likes, the fans online are saying so," Mrs. Bo said quite bored at ho, tending to her flowers and plants, the housemaid ran out with a tablet and steadily handed it to her.
Mrs. Bo continued with her work on a blooming orchid.
"Humph... he is destined only to be a monk in this lifeti."
The housemaid: "... But madam, he really did shoot a kissing scene, apparently leaked by a crew mber."
While speaking, she pushed the tablet closer; on the screen, the words "SHOCKING" were bolded, catching Mrs. Bo’s eye. She frowned, "Always starting with ’shocking’; today’s dia is toxic, always using big fonts to attract attention.
If they could actually shoot my monk son embracing a girl offscreen, then I’d truly thank the newspaper."
The housemaid: "..."
Mrs. Bo looked briefly at the short news piece, no pictures attached, and pouted, sowhat disappointed, "Xiaoli, do you think my Xiaoqi is handso?"
The housemaid, a middle-aged woman in her forties, had not been at the old mansion long and had only seen Bo Yan a few tis. Yet, his appearance was one in a million, so she nodded, "Handso..."
Mrs. Bo sighed, "What’s the use of being handso? Can’t even find a wife. Truly a noble bachelor dog destined to stay that way with a dog."
Nanny: "..." So poisonous of mouth.
Mrs. Bo, "I’m not asking for much, I don’t even mind his sexual orientation anymore, just bring soone ho, male or female. He hasn’t brought anyone back for years, not considering how I raised him. It’s infuriating."
My baby is perfect in every way; how can her son not see that?
Blind.
She handed the tablet back to the nanny and, feeling annoyed, continued fussing with the orchids. "Xiaoli, get my phone. I want to call my baby to ask her to join for a midnight snack. Since I can’t rely on my son, I can only hope that my baby will bring soone ho."
The nanny hurried back to the house and quickly retrieved Mrs. Bo’s phone.
As it happened, just as she got the phone, Yuran called. The gloom in Mrs. Bo’s heart dissipated instantly. She answered the phone, her mood excellent. "Baby."
"Godmother, have you rested?"
"Not yet, not yet. It’s still early, only ten thirty. Baby, is there sothing you need?"
"Godmother, I bought so late-night snacks and was just checking if you were asleep. If not, I can co over and we can eat together. It’s really tasty, spicy hot pot." From the other end of the phone, the cheerful laugh of the cheeky girl was heard, sounding very delightful.
Mrs. Bo already liked her very much; how could she disagree? She nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, I’m also a bit hungry. I’ll wait at ho for you. Is it safe for you to co over? Who is bringing you? Do you need to send soone to pick you up?"
"Godmother, no need, I’m with Brother Seven."
Mrs. Bo frowned, "What is he doing here? Is he bullying you again?"
"No, no, no... Godmother, please ask Sister Li to make so juice. I’ll drink it when I get back there."
"Alright."
After hanging up, Mrs. Bo happily instructed the nanny to prepare the juice, even specifying a few types of fruit that Yuran loved, and added, "Xiaoli, add so yogurt as well; baby loves it."
"Yes, Mrs. Bo."
Speaking of which, Yuran seed more like her own child.
While Brother Seven seed like he was picked up from sowhere.
In the nanny car driving to the old mansion, because Yuran had used speakerphone earlier, Bo Yan heard everything his mother said quite clearly. He scoffed, a smile that wasn’t quite a smile appeared as he looked at Yuran, "Baby..."
Xie Cheng felt his skin crawl. Baby, baby?
Holy shit!
What kind of toxic nickna is that?
It would have been fine if they used it privately, but in front of others, Yuran felt embarrassed and quickly covered Bo Yan’s mouth, glaring at him as a warning, "Don’t call that."
Bo Yan looked wronged and kissed her palm.
The palm of Yuran’s hand felt like it had been burned, and she imdiately pulled it back, staring wide-eyed at Bo Yan. Bo Yan leaned close to her ear, gentle as jade, his eyes deepened, and his voice was a bit hoarse, "Baby, my mom misunderstands deeply; I feel very wronged."
"Serves you right..." Yuran pushed his face away with her hand, "That’s for being so willful before."
"Won’t you feel a bit sorry for ?" Bo Yan asked, sounding downcast.
Yuran: "..."
Then, soone sucked on her earlobe, and like a startled rabbit, Yuran reached up to hug his neck. By her ear, she heard soone’s smug laughter, "I’ll just have to console myself, heh..."
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