Makes you question life.
After Bo Yan, the mighty actor, started dating Yuran, what on earth happened to make himself so... cringingly mushy?
Incredible, how a person can seamlessly transition into such a state just because of love, quite impressive indeed.
Xie Cheng was waiting on the side, even taking up the role of a gatekeeper, to prevent anyone from overhearing and affecting the Bo Yan’s image, even though there wasn’t much of an image left to speak of.
For the sake of his own al, better... just keep watch.
Never in a million years did he think that he’d be on watch for half an hour, Xie Cheng’s face contorted as if he’d been screwed over by a dog.
Bo Yan hung up the phone and his expression changed in a second, as if the tender care from just monts ago wasn’t his doing at all, leaving Xie Cheng staring in bewildernt as he took the phone handed to him.
The very next second, he heard Bo Yan order, "Have the PR departnt clarify."
Xie Cheng knew it would co to this, "...Can’t you be a bit more asured in showing loyalty? What about your net worth, your face, don’t you care at all?"
Isn’t this embarrassing?
This ti, the scandal was entirely a self-pleasing sensation among netizens and Wen Ziqi because not a single one of Bo Yan’s fanbase mint even comnted on the matter.
The most reposted, liked, and supported post among the mints was from an official account, prominently placed at the top by mint fan leaders.
Mint Boss V: Waiting for a face-slap @WenZiqi.
This fan leader boldly pointed fingers at the scandal’s leading lady Wen Ziqi without any worry of troubling her own idol, gaining imnse support, likes, and reposts from countless mints.
It was quite the spectacle.
Was Yuran not angry about it?
Of course, she was angry.
So, Bloodstained Battlefield Asura Sword sneakily posted an update on the official account.
Bloodstained Battlefield Asura Sword: Waiting for the drama. Sister, you’re aweso @Mint Boss V.
Yuran’s alt account wasn’t considered a big V on the official Weibo, but it had no shortage of followers—over five million. Everyone called her Sister Koi, and she rarely posted anything.
But whenever she did, it almost always involved giving away red packets.
So naturally, a lot of people paid special attention to her, fearing they might miss out on a fortune.
Only this ti, her post was different; it wasn’t about sending red packets but joining the masses in watching the drama unfold. This peculiar style piqued her fans’ interest even more.
[So Sister really is that kind of person? She... likes watching drama?]
[Is Sister also a fan of Bo Yan? What a coincidence, so am I.]
[Is Sister Koi not giving away red packets today? I’m waiting for your trivia every ti, maybe I’ll be that lucky koi?]
Seeing over a thousand comnts in just one minute, Yuran was stunned: "..."
When did she give everyone the impression that she was so generous? That every post would be a red packet giveaway?
Reflecting on herself for a rare mont, she scrolled through the updates of her alt’s official account and was completely floored—was this how she had set herself up on Weibo?
Oh well, it’s done now!
Bloodstained Battlefield Asura Sword: Then let’s do ten luck-of-the-draw red packets of 50,000 each! Thinking about it now, the person who hyped this up will have a scandal break out tomorrow.
This is a big piece of gossip.
The netizens were thrilled, and even a sizable number of Bo Yan’s mint army beca fans of Sister Koi, naturally, only a portion of them.
After all, nobody can beco the second unique and irreplaceable Bo Yan, the great movie star.
Yuran sent out her official Weibo post, and her mood lifted. During her afternoon class, her phone kept vibrating in her pocket, disturbing her peace with the sound of money being deposited multiple tis.
The teacher for this class was very strict, and she didn’t dare to take out her phone to check. Finally, when the class was over, she took out her phone and was shocked to see ten transfers made to her account.
[Your friend Bo Yan has successfully transferred 1,000,000 yuan to you. The amount has been credited to your account, please check.]
[Your friend Bo Yan has successfully transferred 1,000,000 yuan to you. The amount has been credited to your account, please check.]
...
Yuran continued scrolling down and counted ten transfers in total, not one more, not one less.
The total amount was ten million.
Yuran felt her hand holding the phone trembling. She quickly sent a ssage to Bo Yan, [Brother Qi, why are you giving so much money?]
[Bo Yan: Giving money to my baby, buying a smile from my treasure, surprised or not?]
[Yuran: Surprised, no, but quite scared. I’m transferring it back to you right now.]
[Bo Yan: No need. This is for warming the bed. It’s the fee I’m paying you for warming my bed. To be exact, I need to pay you every ti I warm your bed. Baby, you also have to send out red envelopes and maintain ; it’s so hard on you!]
What is this guy even talking about?
Yuran was a bit baffled by his way of thinking, so she didn’t reply and instead sent a ssage to Annan, [Yuran: Annan, if you suddenly had ten million, would you feel like it’s burning a hole in your pocket?]
[Annan: Not at all. I would wake up laughing from my dreams. My dad never gives so much pocket money, always talking about self-reliance.]
[Yuran: Oh.]
[Annan: Have you struck it rich recently? Why are you always giving away money on your official Weibo? You are turning into a personal ATM for your fans, sis.]
[Yuran: Not really... I suppose!]
[Annan: Probably only Bo Yan, the great movie star, is willing to indulge soone as extravagant as you! So envious.]
On the other hand, Xie Cheng saw with his own eyes Bo Yan transferring money to Yuran, not feeling the slightest pinch, and if he wasn’t worried about Yuran not accepting it, he was prepared to transfer tens of millions at a ti.
A spendthrift.
Xie Cheng thought that becoming a lover like Bo Yan, who spent money and emotional energy so freely, was exceedingly rare. He didn’t know which of Bo Yan’s circuits had shorted out for him to do such an unthinkable thing.
Twirling his phone, Bo Yan turned his head to glance at Xie Cheng, "Transferring ten million, is that enough for her to send out red envelopes?"
Xie Cheng’s mouth twitched, "The largest red envelope Yuran ever sent was just five hundred thousand. If she sends one every hour, your ten million would be enough to last quite a while, okay?"
Bo Yan stroked his chin, frowning, "I still feel it’s not enough, maybe, send her another ten million? No, fifty million..."
Xie Cheng’s eyelid twitched, "You’re really... extravagant."
Bo Yan pretended not to hear, fiddling with his phone, "You wouldn’t understand. Soone who has never been in love wouldn’t get these little pleasures. Besides, it’s not easy for to like soone. Shouldn’t I give her the best? What if she stops liking ? What then?
It’s just money, I have nothing else, but I have a lot of money."
[Bo Yan, the great movie star, probably broke his bank with this relationship.]
In the "Running Legs" group chat, Xie Cheng suddenly voiced a thought, which shocked several lurking mbers into responding.
[Gao Can: Do tell.]
[Qi Feng: Tsk tsk, did you get shocked again?]
[Situ Jue: I think I could leave the group. So bosses’ private matters, I really don’t want to watch. Honestly, it could shorten one’s lifespan. You should all heed my advice.]
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