Yuran might have been able to endure, but he couldn’t. Hearing her calmly state her case, he felt extrely agitated.
Looking at her peacefully sleeping face, he suddenly thought that as for capital, he was the least lacking. From now on, the production crew she was in would have to follow her pace. Spend money?
It didn’t matter to him; he had plenty.
Hurt her feelings? Absolutely not.
He had the ability to make money and to spend it all; it would take her skills to do that.
He quietly watched the young girl all night, and seeing that she displayed no abnormalities, he then went to wash up and returned, climbing into bed to hold the young girl in his arms and rest.
...
The next morning, not seeing Yuran, Qi Nian and the others hastily inquired with the butler, but the butler looked towards Situ Jue, who was dining at the table. Following his gaze, they saw Situ Jue who was leisurely putting down his cutlery and gracefully wiping the corners of his mouth.
Qi Nian rushed over and sat opposite him like a primary school student, asking, "Do you know where our Ranran is?"
Our Ranran?
Situ Jue raised an eyebrow, lifting his gaze to look at the young girl opposite him, sowhat bemused, "She felt unwell due to the change in environnt yesterday. We’ve delayed the wedding for now. Today I’ll act as your tour guide and take you guys out to have fun."
"Ranran is sick?" Annan frowned and asked, not in the mood for fun.
Bai Leyao and Qi Nian felt the sa. Bai Leyao quickly asked the butler beside her, "Butler, can we go see Ranran?"
Situ Jue stated matter-of-factly, "I’m afraid that might not be convenient."
"Why?" This ti, all three of them were puzzled.
Without changing his expression, Situ Jue said, "Because Bo Yan, the great movie star, is accompanying her in sleep. Who dares go in and disturb them?"
The three of them had sowhat strange expressions on their faces: "..."
In the end, Qi Nian glared at him indignantly, "You n are really no good. Ranran is sick, yet Bo Yan, the great movie star, actually requires Ranran to accompany him in sleep."
Bai Leyao was embarrassed, Annan even more so, and it seed that only Qi Nian herself was unaware of what she had just said, her large accusing eyes staring at Situ Jue.
He smiled helplessly, "Young lady, I think there’s been a misunderstanding with what I said. Accompanying in sleep ans taking care of her, not what you think it ans."
Qi Nian was even more puzzled, "The accompanying in sleep I ant was Ranran taking care of Bo Yan, the great movie star. What did you think? You pervert."
It was only after she realized what she had said that she added blushing.
Situ Jue: "..."
It’s generally not too good to insult people for no reason, so Annan tugged on Qi Nian’s arm, "We are here to attend the wedding. Don’t cause trouble."
Qi Nian instantly deflated like a punctured ball but still glared fiercely at Situ Jue. She felt that he was nothing but a rascal, a pervert.
...
Yuran woke up at noon, and Qi Younian had already arrived at the estate, with the butler looking after him. She was worried about Qi Nian and the others, but Bo Yan assured her multiple tis that he had made arrangents. She then quietly lay in bed, and Bo Yan simply brought the computer to the bedroom, showing her the design drafts for the couple’s rings, as well as the wedding procedures, and so on.
Their designs were actually quite minimalist; there was nothing particularly special about them except that the arrangents might take so effort. Yuran fell in love with the design of the couple’s rings as soon as she saw them.
The design was simple and elegant, plain, with a circle of tiny diamonds, but when looked at closely, the circle of diamonds seed to form the vague shape of letters, carrying a secret ssage of showing off their love.
She stared at the draft for a long while, unable to take her eyes off it, a bit of color returning to her pale face. Bo Yan watched her with a bit of amusent and asked, "Do you like these couple’s rings?"
"Mm, I like them."
Bo Yan leaned down and kissed her on the lips, "The OL brand is keen on designing couple’s rings. I used to think that I would never endorse couple’s rings or any similar jewelry advertisents in my lifeti, but now, I am willing..."
His gaze almost drowned her in the depths of his eyes. Yuran’s cheeks heated up, and her forehead rested in the crook of his neck as she listened quietly to him. "Baby, the things I endorse from now on, you might end up wearing, because that’s my way of stamping my mark on you. You can’t escape, so even if you change your heart in the future, you’ll still bear my will."
Bear your will, what the hell is that?
Yuran couldn’t help but laugh and cry at his words, feeling that Bo Yan was even more insecure than she was. She thought for a mont and then stretched out her arms to hug Bo Yan, "Did I ever tell you how I was killed?"
Bo Yan, holding her hand, suddenly tightened his grip with a slight tremble.
Yuran lifted her chin and kissed his jaw, "It’s in the past, don’t be scared. I’m not one to leave a score unsettled. Once we’ve taken care of things here and gone back, shall we take our revenge, okay?"
Bo Yan actually felt for her and was reminded of sothing. He squeezed Yuran’s shoulder to slightly distance her and thought for a mont before speaking, "Baby, there’s sothing I forgot to tell you. Fu Bairan, she’s not your biological sister. Do you rember the incident with Fu Bairan? When you were very young, you once left the orphanage for a period of ti."
"I rember," Yuran’s heart skipped a beat, a hint of unease surfacing.
Bo Yan held her tightly and slowly began, "It was like this, when I first doubted your identity, I looked into so things. That ti, it wasn’t your sister who underwent plastic surgery, but rather, there was a switch."
"What?"
Yuran had many things in her previous life that she couldn’t understand, the least understandable part being where Fu Bairan’s hatred for her ca from; she didn’t fathom it even up until her death.
The news Bo Yan was telling her now was like a bolt from the blue.
She dared not think any deeper on the matter.
Bo Yan pressed her head against his chest, his thin lips against her ear, speaking softly to comfort her, "Don’t worry. When we go back, I’ll restore the truth to you, okay? Let’s recover quickly and have a happy wedding. Whatever needs to be done afterward, I’ll be there with you, okay?"
"Okay!"
Mrs. Bo, aware that Yuran was not acclimating well to the new environnt, was quite concerned. She even muttered that Yuran never had such problems before; could it be aftereffects left from her ti in Bo City? She then turned the topic towards Bo Yan.
"Xiaoqi, it’s not that I want to criticize you, but if you had been a little nicer to the baby, more attentive, how could she have fallen from such a high place? It’s all your fault, you troublemaker, you’re good for nothing but causing problems. Serves you right for being single all these years."
Bo Yan, holding Yuran, looked helplessly at his mother, "Mom, if you’re going to scold soone, just scold . Don’t attack for being single. I’ve been not single for a while now."
"You’re getting cocky too?" Mrs. Bo was furious, "If it wasn’t for the baby feeling pity for you and willing to be your girlfriend, you would have stayed single and been a bachelor for life."
"Yes, yes, you’re wise, Mother. Thanks to your foresight, you raised a child bride for your son. My being able to leave the single life behind is all thanks to you. Thank you, thank you."
Mrs. Bo couldn’t contain her pride, "That’s right... Get lost, don’t sweet-talk into saying good things."
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