The matter was a sensation, but Yuran didn’t take it to heart; for her, there were plenty of opportunities to deal with Yinchao, so she didn’t need to join the bustle. After school, she received a call from Bo Yan.
A low-profile, brand-new Volkswagen was parked outside the north gate of Diwai. Bo Yan had asked her out to dinner, and she had thought Xie Cheng would be driving again, but today, to her surprise, Bo Yan was driving himself.
After getting in the car, Yuran chuckled, "Seventh Brother, this car is really nice."
Bo Yan had a baseball cap on and, hearing her, his lips curled into a smile, "As long as my girlfriend is happy. You said my previous car was too flashy, right? This one I bought specifically to pick you up after school."
"Haven’t you joined the ’Emperor Shun of Tang’ crew yet?" Bo Yan had been back for two days; wasn’t Director Lin urging him? It was unbelievable.
How could he not have been urged?
Yet, Bo Yan had put it off for another day. Tomorrow, he’d join the crew, and he told the young lady, "So you ca to have dinner with specially? Ah, so people are really pitiful, having to leave tomorrow."
Bo Yan glanced at the gleeful young lady and slowly ford a smile, "Baby, do you think that, because I have to go film, I won’t be able to deal with you and then you can be more arrogant?"
"Not at all." Yuran hurriedly claid her innocence, "I’ll actually miss you."
"Really?" Bo Yan’s eyes were smiling, showing none of the threatening tone he had just used, but the more he was like this, the more guilty Yuran felt. Bo Yan, observing her dodging little eyes, continued, "Baby, do you know what it ans by the suburbs? It ans even though I’ll be in the suburbs, I can still co back every day to keep you warm in bed."
Yuran: "..." She was utterly defeated.
Seeing the young lady speechless, Bo Yan started laughing joyfully, "Lately, have you been swamped with studies?"
"Not at all."
Bo Yan extended one hand and took hers suddenly laughing, "Baby, are you afraid of our relationship being exposed? Like by passers-by? Like..."
"I’m not afraid."
Bo Yan narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Why not?"
Yuran thought for a mont and spoke softly, "Because the person I’m dating is soone I like and want to be with, not an affair to be ashad of. Why should I be afraid? The opinions of others aren’t important to . If they like my acting, they’ll continue to support . If they dislike because I’m dating, I’m not going to force it."
"Baby, aren’t you a bit too carefree?"
"Am I?" Yuran looked sideways at the person next to her, "Seventh Brother, would it bother you?"
"Not at all." He clearly couldn’t wait for the exposure, it just wasn’t the right ti yet; he was worried about being criticized, but if it were him, he wouldn’t care at all.
Yuran gazed at his perfectly sculpted profile and smiled.
"What about your wife fans?"
"My wife will be you."
Yuran: "..."
The dinner had been arranged by Xie Cheng at the top-floor observatory restaurant of Y International Hotel. Rumor has it that it’s one of the most private and upscale restaurants in the imperial city, where dining starts at ten thousand.
The ambiance was refined, and one could observe a great portion of the imperial capital’s night scene. The sky was sowhat dark, making it the perfect ti for dinner. Along the way, the waitstaff all manifested an elite deanor and weren’t surprised to see a top actor like Bo Yan.
The smiles on their faces were fitting and polite.
It was as if they were just ordinary guests.
Upon reaching the dining booth, Yuran noticed there were not a few guests, including people of various skin colors. The waitstaff were highly skilled, speaking foreign languages as if they were whispering sweet nothings.
Seeing her eyes flit around, Bo Yan asked in puzzlent, "What are you looking at?"
Yuran grinned at the man opposite her, raising an eyebrow, "Seventh Brother, bringing here to dine, could it be too upscale? What if I don’t know how to eat properly and embarrass you? The style here just doesn’t match mine."
Bo Yan laughed and sighed, "What are you talking about? Any place suits you just fine, okay?"
When they opened the nu, the pictures of the dishes looked very appetizing. She fixed her gaze on the nu while Bo Yan fixed his on her. Her expression was gentle, seemingly unfazed by anything. He felt sowhat relieved, which was a good sign that she hadn’t taken the news to heart.
As she ordered each dish, she would ask Bo Yan if it was good. Bo Yan suggested she order three to five dishes, including so he really liked to try out, as the portions here were not large. Three to five dishes would not be a problem.
When Yuran went out to eat with Bo Yan, she wasn’t pretentious; taking good care of her stomach was very important to her. She wasn’t the type to control her portion in front of her boyfriend—that was just not how she rolled.
Once they had ordered, the waiter had just turned away, and Yuran was about to ask Bo Yan why he had suddenly brought her here to eat when a girl with a queenly aura and a slender figure walked toward them.
Looking to be about 176 cm tall, she resembled a model.
Yuran looked at Bo Yan, her eyes gleaming with a teasing light. Bo Yan, clueless, turned his head, only to see the woman approaching elegantly. His brows knit slightly until the woman stopped beside him and stood firm.
"Yan... long ti no see." After greeting Bo Yan intimately, she turned her gaze to Yuran with a puzzled look at Bo Yan, "Yan, who is this...?"
Bo Yan instinctively looked at Yuran’s expression. Seeing his little girl smiling and seemingly quite entertained, he suddenly felt quite displeased. Didn’t she care about these things at all?
Thinking this, he beca annoyed.
Once they finished eating and returned, he definitely needed to deal properly with this little girl and make her understand who he was to her. Such matters should be handled by her.
Bo Yan thought for a long ti but couldn’t figure out who this person was, especially since she spoke with such familiarity. He was very annoyed, "Who are you?"
The beauty’s face changed, looking at Bo Yan incredulously with her face flushing red, "Yan, you..."
Bo Yan interrupted her, "Sorry, please call Bo Yan. Addressing by a single na really makes uncomfortable. Also, are we that close?"
With the beauty on the verge of tears, a picture of pitiable beauty, Yuran raised an eyebrow, grinning, "This sister, did you mistake soone for soone else? My boyfriend and I are about to dine. If it’s nothing important, could you please wait a mont?"
"Boyfriend?" The beauty’s expression shifted, looking incredulously at Bo Yan and Yuran. Bo Yan’s fa was well-known, and the girl before her looked very young. How could she possibly be Bo Yan’s girlfriend?
Her own fleeting encounter with Bo Yan had been due to investors’ relations where she attended an event. Bo Yan, a very steady man, hadn’t glanced at any woman throughout. She had thought that the next ti she had the chance, she definitely needed to cling to him closely. Yet now, Bo Yan seemingly had a girlfriend? How could this be possible?
She found it utterly unbelievable. Yuran nodded, stood up from her chair, paced over to Bo Yan, bent down, and kissed him on the lips, saying, "Hmm, do you believe it now?"
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