Yuran really enjoyed interacting with Bo Yan this way. After organizing her thoughts for her, Bo Yan leaned down and kissed her lips, "Baby is the best."
After speaking, he patted her arm, "You go ahead with your work, I’ll clean up and co back to keep you company."
"Won’t that delay you from reading your script?"
Recently, Bo Yan had been really busy; she had noticed the dark circles almost forming under his eyes.
Bo Yan chuckled, "Still worried about ?"
"Of course, I am."
Bo Yan moved closer, his face nearly touching hers, "Or, you kiss , and I’ll be fully revived."
Yuran: "..."
Even though she felt she was being teased, she indulged in it, genuinely leaning in to kiss him on the lips and casually biting him.
"Thank you, Mr. Bo."
After teasing each other, she began to work seriously while a certain soone shook his head with a chuckle, gently closed the door for her, and went to tidy up the dining table.
No sooner had Bo Yan reached the living room than he received a call from his mother, inviting them to co ho for dinner the next day. Bo Yan looked up at the second floor and hooked the corner of his mouth into a handso smile, "Mom, baby has been busy recently, the school has so external exchange activities, and she needs to host foreign guests, which will take a week’s ti. Once she’s done, I’ll bring her ho."
Mom Bo was quite worried when she heard this, "Aren’t you also very busy recently? I heard from Xie Cheng that your workload has been considerable."
"Hmm, it’s manageable."
Mom Bo, "Doesn’t that an, Xiaoqi, you don’t have ti to cook for baby?"
Bo Yan, "... I will try my best to make ti to cook for her."
"How can that do?" Mom Bo beca anxious, "Your dad is not at ho either, should I co over and cook for you guys?"
"You rest, I will cook."
...
Of course, Yuran was unaware of the situation in the living room, but after Bo Yan’s hint, she felt much more relaxed when preparing the materials, during which she phoned her advisor twice.
She also shared her insights with her advisor, who was impressed and made so suggestions before asking Yuran to send him a copy of the materials once they were ready.
Yuran gladly agreed.
On the last day of March, the visiting school confird their arrival date, April 4th.
When Yuran received the news, she didn’t have the initial anxiety. Perhaps it was because she had been discussing with Bo Yan these past few days and they had been revising the materials together, or maybe, Bo Yan had helped her overco the anxiety.
The students from the Arabic Language Departnt all gathered around Yuran, marveling in amazent.
"Yuran, by doing this, you’re stealing our rice bowl, how are we supposed to survive?"
"Exactly, already becoming a celebrity with good prospects, even though your work hasn’t co out yet, but your fa is undeniable! Even though you don’t want to carve out a persona, I, your sister, want to create one for you."
Yuran couldn’t help but laugh and cry, "You definitely want to kill with praise, I refuse the complents."
The others were itching to rush up and beat her.
The students from her major got along well; even though Yuran was now a star, a public figure, she hadn’t changed a bit from the Yuran they knew before.
Even if everyone crowded around her to talk badly about her, she could chat with you comfortably, without pretense, ready to joke when it was ti to joke, and rebut when it was ti to rebut, never acting like she was above everyone else as an idol.
"Yuran, the ones coming from the United Arab Emirates, they will be handso."
Yuran choked, unable to respond, "They should be, quite handso, I guess."
"Foreigners, you know, tend to have more distinct features, deep-set eyes. By general standards of beauty, they naturally co across as handso."
A classmate egged her on, "Look, you’re pretty now, and should a prince co your way, you definitely have to go for it! The United Arab Emirates, to , feels like its roads are paved with money."
Yuran pushed the classmate’s head away, "Wake up, stop daydreaming, you watch too much news."
"But it’s a fact that there are lots of rich people there!" soone else quickly added, "Yuran, you should hold onto those coattails, what if you catch a wealthy guy? You’d have endless money and never have to worry about food and drink."
Yuran took a deep breath and looked at the kids with their heads in the clouds, smiling, "Let give you all a piece of advice—daydreaming isn’t quite appropriate, especially with so many people around in the broad daylight.
And don’t think too much about fishing for a rich guy.
If you’re good enough yourself, you can beco wealthy on your own, why pin your hopes on soone else?
The rich folks aren’t fools; they can tell whether you love them or their money. Fairy tales are ant for your growing-up years, not for the adult you are now—don’t get obsessed, okay!
Plus, the idea of never-ending money is one thing, but not worrying about food and drink makes you sound like a pig."
Everyone: "..."
Are you toxic, Yuran?
This girl, her mouth is really rciless.
After finishing classes in the afternoon, Yuran saw Qi Nian by the door, pulling at her ear and looking dejected. The mont she saw Yuran, Qi Nian instantly perked up, "Ranran."
Yuran chuckled, "What’s wrong with you? Why didn’t you go in? Why wait for here?"
Qi Nian said sheepishly, "I’ve made myself hateful in front of your classmates. I didn’t want to go in. I want to treat you to dinner."
"Why?"
Qi Nian said, "Because my uncle is working overti tonight, and I’m all alone."
Yuran: "... Why don’t you co to my place for dinner then?"
"No way." Qi Nian shook her head vigorously. Just thinking about Bo Yan’s imposing presence made her wilt; and besides, the newlyweds were enjoying their two-person world. She wouldn’t be that clueless.
Noticing sothing was off with her, Yuran pulled her aside, "Tell the truth, what happened?"
Qi Nian lifted her head to glance at her, then hung it again. Yuran could not help but laugh, holding the girl’s head and forcing her to look at her, "I’ve been so busy lately, I nearly forgot how slow you are to get to the point. You’re not going to talk? Then I’ll go ask around in your departnt?"
Qi Nian quickly grabbed her arm, shaking her head, "No, no, no, don’t. I’ll talk, isn’t that enough? You don’t give any ti for ntal preparation, I don’t even know how to begin."
"What’s such a big deal that you need ti for ntal preparation?"
Qi Nian: "..."
She led Yuran to the sports field, and as they walked along the track, she began to speak slowly, "I’m just in a bad mood."
Intuition told Yuran that the issue was not simple and surely more than what she was saying. Yuran said half-jokingly, "Niannian, you might prefer it if I were more direct."
Qi Nian didn’t understand and looked up in confusion, "Ah, what do you an ’more direct’?"
Yuran, "I an going directly to your departnt to ask about what I want to know, and about the things you can’t seem to say."
Qi Nian’s face crumpled into a frown. Her face was really small, smaller even than that of Yuran’s little oval face, as she looked at Yuran with flickering eyes, "...then, then I’ll tell you."
Yuran nodded, "Go ahead."
Qi Nian, "Ranran, there are so classmates in my class who are making malicious assumptions about you. I got into a fight over it just now, and the counselor asked to bring a parent. I don’t dare to ask my uncle."
"Did you get hurt?"
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