Yuran and Bo Yan were having breakfast when they saw the news, although both were on vacation, they still paid attention to the outside world.
The reason was simple: they couldn’t fall behind.
In Yuran’s bowl was a mild millet porridge, with a ward bird’s nest on the side, and two small bowls of cold, slightly sour dishes in front of her.
Bo Yan sat beside her, occasionally glancing at her chopsticks to see which dish she picked more from.
The ones she liked, he would silently switch positions to make it easier for her to reach them.
Yuran noticed his little movents and, clutching her phone, smiled at him, "Qi Ge, I can reach them, you don’t have to be so careful."
Bo Yan didn’t comply and took her phone away, "Finish breakfast first, then look, okay?"
"Okay."
While seriously eating breakfast, they chatted from ti to ti, "RSM ending up in Xuan Ze’s hands, I wonder if it’s good or bad."
Bo Yan curved his lips and picked up so pickled cucumbers for her, "It’s a good thing... it gives him more say. He knows very well how tough it was shooting ’Glory’;
He doesn’t need to handle everything personally, doesn’t he have two capable assistants by his side?
All he needs to do is oversee everything. I think he might not even need to oversee, he’s a director who seeks nothing but has his mind full of art;
Why do you think Austin and Duan Chen are so loyal to him? Think about it."
The cucumber in Yuran’s mouth crunched thoughtfully, "The shares of RSM that belong to Xuan Ze were given to him by his mother and father, so, Austin and Duan Chen..."
"Right."
Even before Yuran could speak, she got a confirming conclusion from Bo Yan.
Yuran was sowhat surprised, but soon ca to terms, "I just saw the trailer for ’Glory’? Three short individual promo clips;
The teasers also ca out, they really grabbed attention."
Bo Yan, "That’s normal, initial promotion, if the effect is good, the cinemas will increase the number of showings, and capital operations will put the presales of the movie in a perfect situation, making money, who doesn’t like that?"
"You’re a box office guarantee, Qi Ge."
Bo Yan, "..."
Seeing Bo Yan’s helplessness, Yuran giggled, "This counts as my first film as Yuran, what if it bombs like Waterloo, dragging you down with ?"
Bo Yan, "I’m not afraid of you dragging down, I’m afraid that you..."
"Hmm?" Yuran was puzzled, looking at him intently only to see the complexity in his eyes, she suddenly felt bittersweet, "Afraid of... what?"
Bo Yan let go of the spoon in his hand and covered Yuran’s delicate face with his hand, "Baby, I’m afraid you might keep your distance from because you worry about , not wanting to drag down with you."
Yuran was speechless, stunned for several seconds before she burst into a resigned laugh, "Qi Ge, what kind of logic is that? Everyone hopes to leap through the dragon gate and maintain high popularity, how co you actually hope I drag you down?"
Was this line of thinking not abnormal?
"A husband and wife are one; naturally, we share both fortune and misfortune together."
Yuran, "Then have you heard this saying? Husband and wife are birds of the sa forest, when disaster strikes..."
"Don’t say it." Before Yuran could finish, Bo Yan pressed his finger against her lips with a narrowing of his eyes that seed slightly dangerous, "Baby, I don’t like to hear certain things, so don’t say them, okay?"
Yuran: "..."
...
After the al, Bo Yan helped Yuran into the garden room to soak up the winter sun, which was seldom seen. The weather in the imperial capital was chilly, but the garden room was filled with ample heating and had soft carpets everywhere, which Yuran liked.
Thus, it beca the place where they spent the most ti every day.
For Bo Yan, as long as Yuran liked sothing, he would spare no effort to satisfy her preferences.
During that ti, Xie Cheng called about the promotion of "Glory."
He asked if he should forward so of RSM’s trailers himself.
It might also be good if Yuran forwarded them.
Xie Cheng brought up another issue, "There’s another thing, I know Yuran is about to give birth, and it’s inconvenient for you to go out at this ti, but to dispel the fans’ worries, I hope you can join the publicity tour in two cities.
I can negotiate the timing. I just spoke with Xuan Ze on the phone, and Qi Younian has already asked for leave on Yuran’s behalf, making it clear that Yuran won’t be joining the promotional tour;
If you also don’t go, I’m afraid the public opinion might turn negative. If you go, I also worry that the public might attack Yuran;
After all, being a major movie star, you’re personally joining the promotional tour, but Yuran, a newcor, wouldn’t be showing her face at all;
So, I’m a bit conflicted right now. Maybe you shouldn’t go either, how about that?"
Xie Cheng really had seriously considered this issue. Both being lead actors, their absence would raise eyebrows; being present at this particular ti, however, was especially awkward.
Bo Yan remained silent and didn’t respond for a while. As he watched Yuran reclining half-side in the garden room, he couldn’t help but smile, "I’ll call Xuan Ze directly,
As for the publicity tour, you and Qi Younian can handle it, I’ll make it clear to him."
Xie Cheng, "Alright then..."
After hanging up the phone, Bo Yan approached Yuran in the garden room with the thin blanket draped over his arm. The room was filled with succulents; so were thriving, while others looked lifeless.
Bo Yan had seen Yuran leaning sideways just now, observing the succulent at her feet. It was a pink lotus-shaped succulent, distinctly layered, but the part erging from the soil was rotting and black.
He draped the thin blanket over Yuran’s legs and helped her sit on the chaise lounge next to her. "What are you looking at so intently?"
Yuran pointed to the succulent she had been observing, "Perhaps it’s too hot in here, it seems like it’s about to die, Qi Ge, shall we transplant this one outside?"
"No need, I’ll have the gardener look at it later. Are you feeling sleepy?"
Yuran blinked, unable to hold back a laugh and a cry, "Qi Ge, I just woke up and had breakfast, and lately, I’m not very sleepy. Do we have any hawthorn at ho? I feel like having so."
"Hawthorn is cooling, you can’t eat it. How about we wait until after the baby is born?"
Yuran: "..."
Bo Yan sat down beside her, holding her hand, "You can bla if you like, but you can’t eat that for now. Let talk about sothing important to you."
"What is it?"
"’Glory’ is starting its promotional tours, and neither of us can attend. I will explain the reasons to Xuan Ze clearly. Is there anything else you need to clarify on your behalf?"
Yuran shook her head, "Not really, just explain it for . Right now, I can barely walk a little distance without getting out of breath. The timing isn’t right, I feel bad for him."
Bo Yan’s expression flickered with worry, "Let massage your legs; they’ve been swelling badly recently."
As he spoke, he was about to kneel on the ground, but Yuran quickly stopped him, "No need, just massage them tonight before bed. It’s not too bad right now."
Bo Yan was having a harder ti than she was these days.
How could she take him for granted and enslave him like this?
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