[Shocking, Bo Yan, the great movie star, God of Words, Banished Immortal, is actually a married man.]
[Bo Yan, the great movie star, got married, seriously?]
[Yuran, is Bo Yan’s wife.]
The official account was paralyzed several tis with all topics related to Bo Yan. As the technicians of the official account struggled to fix the backend, they gossiped and felt that their job was truly fucking difficult.
They wailed inside.
Can’t things quiet down, just for a bit? Can’t it?
Given Bo Yan’s status in the industry, it wasn’t just a massive earthquake, it was a huge tsunami.
The first batch of artists who stepped forward belonged to Diyang.
Each of them a top-tier celebrity, supporting their corporate titan of a movie star, creating an appearance of harmony. The barely restored official account almost seed on the verge of collapse again.
Technicians found it even harder to express.
Can’t we not join the chaos, can we?
Why does it have to be now, adding to the frenzy?
The technicians of the official account, working overti to prevent a ltdown, had bloodshot eyes from working all afternoon into the wee hours.
Once the official account staggered past the brink of collapse, they finally got a chance to breathe.
Nobody expected Yuran and Bo Yan’s flamboyant move; a big star’s lodrama is always particularly appetizing.
Netizens couldn’t sit still anymore, flooding the official account with comnts through the night.
"Holy shit, scoop of the year. I always thought that Bo Yan, the great movie star, was devoid of passions and desires, with only movies, movies, movies in his life. Never in a million years did I expect that the biggest scoop of the year would be about the movie star getting hitched?"
"Exactly, married? Married? If that’s the case, why didn’t the two of them admit it last ti?"
"On this point, to be fair, whether they admit it or not is up to them, right? Moreover, they don’t need to inform the public, do they?"
"With those kinds of photos last ti, if they had admitted it, people would probably have co out cursing."
"Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah, now with this ironclad evidence, it’s not just about denying it anymore, so they simply admitted it, right?"
"No wonder when I watched ’Emperor Shun of Tang,’ the CP vibe between the two was so strong, the female lead was so diminished, but there was no sense of discord at all."
"So, with the reveal now, is Bo Yan visiting Yuran’s drama set?"
"So, where is the set of ’City of Temptation’?"
"Count in, I want to go too."
Of course, these were the more harmonious comnts, and on the other side there was disharmony with insults and shaming.
"Trying to play the good girl while selling herself, Yuran is nothing but bad news. No wonder she dared to stand up to her seniors before, with a tall tree like Bo Yan behind her, I would dare too. And she still has the nerve to claim she’s not cultivating an image?"
"Does everyone rember the drama of changing the female lead in ’Emperor Shun of Tang’? Let indulge in a conspiracy theory—could it be related to Yuran?"
"Let’s go back further. Rember the little singer that got busted for plagiarism by Yuran? Do you think there might be a story behind that?"
"Ugh, such shalessness, Yuran is trash. She thought she could easily deceive the audience before, right? I’m going to boycott ’City of Temptation.’"
"Wake up, the comnter above. What good is your boycott going to do? Are they scared? Don’t you see how many resources and connections Diyang has? Your protest is useless."
"Does Bo Yan’s situation qualify as a rose stuck in a pile of cow dung?"
"Exactly, Yuran is that pile of shit..."
...
Zhizhi might have been young, but he had access to the text-to-speech feature and, hearing the curses directed at his mother on the internet, Zhizhi’s little face beca rigid and stern. He glared, looking at Bo San.
Bo San hadn’t expected Zhizhi to actually go and read all these gossip articles and was montarily at a loss for what to do.
"Zhizhi..."
Zhizhi looked up, his large eyes slightly red, as if veiled by mist, pitiable and endearing, softening Bo San’s heart enough to take him into his arms.
"Zhizhi, your mother is a celebrity, a public figure; many things are beyond control. There are too many people, and we can’t control what others say;
no matter how much we argue, with just a claim of ’free speech,’ they can counter us and leave us speechless,"
Zhizhi was not satisfied, "So, even if my mom marries my dad, and it’s their own business, they still have to be subjected to gossip and nasty comnts?"
Bo San smiled, offering comfort, "Zhizhi, what do those people have to do with us?"
Zhizhi, puzzled, shook his head, "Nothing."
Bo San humd affirmatively, his smile growing, "Since they are unrelated to us, why should we care about what strangers think of us? Are we the ones without money to spend? Or are we unhappy with our lives?"
After so thought, Zhizhi earnestly explained to Bo San, "Uncle San, I understand what you’re saying, and I’m well aware of it, but I still get angry when I see people insulting my mom;
my mom is so excellent, and she and my dad are made for each other. What business is it of anyone else?"
Oh, the little guy even uses idioms?
Before Bo San could marvel for a few seconds, he brought Zhizhi’s thoughts back to the present, "If Zhizhi wants to help, then you should grow up quickly. Later on, beco a distinguished person and shelter your mom and dad under your wings."
Zhizhi soberly replied, "That will take many years. Mom has dad to protect her. When I grow up, I’ll help dad protect mom. Uncle San, my mom is the treasure of our family, don’t you know?"
Bo San: "..."
Now I’ve seen everything.
The incident had caused a tsunami-like reaction online with sustained intensity. Faced with the insults and humiliation directed at Yuran, Bo Yan’s cool and stern deanor never waned.
Sitting beside him, Yuran watched with him, seeing those ssy comnts filled with curses and denial about herself, she laughed, playfully pinching Bo Yan’s face.
"Qi Ge, don’t be so serious, it’s scary, won’t you smile a bit?"
Bo Yan looked down at the girl with the coy smile, his anger dissipating considerably, and he leaned down to kiss her on the lips, "You’re easygoing, aren’t you angry?"
"I am very angry!" she said, yet her smile remained.
Bo Yan fell silent, his eyes fixated on her radiant smile. He stretched out his arms and pulled her into his embrace, "Seeing you like this, I believe you’re very angry."
Yuran humd, "Why?"
Bo Yan, "The angrier soone is, the brighter their smile; sorry, baby."
He had promised that once this matter beca public, he would protect her thoroughly. Yet before he could make a formal announcent, the news unexpectedly broke in another way, leaving Yuran to withstand the storm’s assault.
Watching those profiles pop up like they were mass-produced, his eyes narrowed.
Yuran, seeing him like that, felt reluctant and gently prodded the palm of his hand that held hers, "Qi Ge, don’t be mad. What others say about , I don’t care at all. It’s just jealousy, isn’t it? Marrying you, can just anyone accomplish that?
Those who insult are simply jealous, envious, and hateful."
"You still have the mood to joke?" Bo Yan sighed.
Yuran, "It’s not a joke, it’s the truth, right? Aren’t you excellent?"
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