Yuran was about to continue when she saw Bo Yan’s increasingly mocking gaze and abruptly stopped. She blinked, "Seventh Brother, why are you looking at like that? What are you doing?"
Bo Yan rested his chin on one hand, while his other arm carefully protected Zhizhi in his embrace, "Baby, I’m curious, how would you explain if your classmates knew that Zhizhi’s father is ?
Well, the more lies you tell, the more difficult it becos to explain, so start telling , and I’ll see if there are any loopholes."
Yuran: "...I have never thought about this problem before."
Bo Yan hmmd softly, the sound long and modulated, hinting at a deeper story. Yuran laughed a little awkwardly, and nestled up to him, kissing the corner of his lips, "Seventh Brother, is it that you don’t want outsiders to see Zhizhi?"
Bo Yan dropped his teasing look, his gaze becoming gentle as he looked at her and Zhizhi in his arms, "How could that be? I want Zhizhi to have a childhood like any other child and to have friends;
But having us as parents ans that Zhizhi’s upbringing cannot be ordinary, and he will endure much more than we can imagine;
I am grateful that you could carelessly play around while he’s still young, baby, I don’t bla you, you know, no matter what you do, I always support you."
It’s just about taking Zhizhi to et her classmates and having a simple al, is it that difficult?
No, it’s not difficult at all.
Compared to what Zhizhi’s life will be like later on, this is already the simplest thing.
Yuran clearly understood Bo Yan’s aning and imdiately felt very sorry for Zhizhi; she gently stroked Zhizhi, who was lying in Bo Yan’s arms, feeling sowhat emotional.
"Seventh Brother, what if I quit the entertainnt industry?"
"Talking nonsense?" Bo Yan responded almost without thinking, with a simple line, "Baby, if there really needs to be one of us quitting,;
then that person would be , not you.
Acting is your dream—to stand at the top and to win the awards you’ve always hoped for. But it’s not the sa for ; I’ve already won everything I needed to,
and I’ve experienced all the life experiences I wanted to. Now that I think about it, eting you earlier could have allowed us to be in love sooner;
however, I still appreciate eting the current you. At least I can do many things for you, and in this way, I believe, our relationship is at its best.
The most balanced. You don’t have to feel sorry about Zhizhi with because his arrival has made even more certain of one thing."
Yuran gazed at him unblinkingly, "What?"
"That I love you more for giving a ho."
Because, before he t Yuran, he never realized he had such a tender side. After eting Yuran and having Zhizhi, he suddenly felt that the emotions he thought he didn’t have were actually plentiful, just lacking an object to devote them to.
In the vast sea of people, to et such a person, how fortunate is he?
Yuran did not know what to say at first, then she pondered for a mont and said to Bo Yan with a smile, "Actually, I’ve won a few Best Actress awards, and there are so I missed which I regret. In the future, once I achieve what I wish for, I’ll retire. Seventh Brother, listen to till the end, I’m not being capricious."
Bo Yan pursed his lips.
Yuran continued, "I just feel that spending ti with family is very important. An artist’s schedule is so uncertain, I worry that by the ti I want to be with Zhizhi, he’ll already have grown up.
Or, when I want to spend ti with you, I can’t make the ti and can only scrape monts together bit by bit. I don’t like that."
Bo Yan understood her aning, so he didn’t say much, just nodded lightly.
"I understand. At that ti, I won’t force you."
...
Yuran had asked the class president to notify everyone about the gathering ti, scheduled for a Saturday when everyone was free from classes.
Zhizhi was already ten months old and could stagger a few steps, but the little tyke was quite lazy and often wanted to be held by Bo Yan, feet never touching the ground.
The dinner was set in a luxurious private room at Y International Hotel.
The grand and lavish hall could easily accommodate ten long tables.
Candlelight on tall stands, glittering gold tablecloths, and dinnerware with exquisite drapes - everything highlighted the glittering European style of the place.
When the seventy-sothing classmates from the Arabic Language Departnt arrived one after another, they were all shocked by the décor.
The lofty design made the entire private room’s elegance surge, clashing with their poor attire.
Walking in, they all worried that others might fear they couldn’t afford to pay.
Grouped in twos and threes, the classmates began to chat. "Yuran’s husband is way too rich. We just kept it a little secret, and we get to enjoy this level of treatnt? I feel guilty. Could this be a trap?"
"My legs are still shaking. This scene is so unreal. Pinch , am I dreaming?"
"Oh my god, Yuran, this prodigal thing, inviting us here for a al, how much money must it cost? Let calculate... I’d have to work for years after graduating just to pay this back."
"Look, look, on the big screen on the wall. Is that the nu we’re going to eat from today? Oh my god, east ets west, these dish nas, these soul-stirring prices, I’m blown away..."
"One thousand three, eight thousand eight hundred eighty-eight, three thousand six hundred sixty-six... The prices make shiver. I suddenly feel I don’t deserve to eat such a luxurious al."
"Where’s Yuran? Why haven’t I seen her?"
As they spoke, the doors of the private room opened and a huge food cart, pushed by a dozen people, entered. It had five levels, each packed with dishes so precisely arranged they exuded flavors of wealth.
Following the crowd, Yuran, holding a baby in her arms, entered with a smile. The baby in her arms wore a light blue onesie and white shoes and had a baseball cap on its head.
After the initial shock, they all greeted her, and a dozen people began serving dishes to each table, one after another. The variety of dishes was dazzling.
A dozen people had already surrounded Yuran. Yuran turned Zhizhi around, letting Zhizhi face the crowd of peculiar aunties.
Zhizhi had just woken up, his dark eyes still slightly confused and a bit teary.
An innocent, delicate, creamy, irresistible chubby baby caught everyone’s gaze.
Zhizhi, who had never seen so many people before, displayed curiosity through his clear dark pupils. His little face, much like Bo Yan’s, was set; his lips pursed as he found the people around him odd. After looking around, he turned his small head and buried it in Yuran’s shoulder neck.
"Ah ah ah ah..."
Among the crowd, the unrestrained screams of the female classmates erupted, each looking at Zhizhi in Yuran’s arms with an infatuated expression, wishing they could go up and kiss and hug him. However, Zhizhi, giving only a stunning glimpse to admire, then quieted down, resting in Yuran’s embrace, motionless.
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