Ou Jinchu naturally couldn’t say she didn’t recognize her, and responded faintly, "I have an impression, but I’m not familiar."
Her mother’s voice grew softer by a few degrees, "Oh, I see, then that’s not easy to discuss. I thought you might have had a good relationship, weren’t you quite happy playing together as children?"
In her mory, back when they were in the compound, Yuran was just a little girl who always carried a doll around, following her older brothers and sisters, being extrely well-behaved.
After she was later adopted by the Bo Family, those endless scandals had drastically deteriorated Yuran’s image, so she no longer paid much attention.
She still rembered, however, that as a child, Yuran had a not-so-bad relationship with Ou Jinchu.
Fueled by her mother’s words, Ou Jinchu rembered so childhood incidents. In fact, as a child, nobody wanted to play with Yuran; she was too young, a delicate little girl.
Moreover, being pampered and adored by the Yu Family, she was so fragile that a minor bump or scrape could leave her with eyes red with grievance.
Nobody liked playing with her, and the high-and-mighty Crown Princes of the Bo Family weren’t in the sa league as her.
The Crown Princes of the Bo Family preferred to play with the children from the Si Family, while the Little Crown Prince from the Si Family liked to play with Yuran.
That then led to the other children disliking Yuran.
Back then, they often deceived Yuran, bullied her, and didn’t allow her to speak of it.
Although the little girl was delicate, she was trustworthy, so no major incidents flared up. Once, nobody knew who had knocked her to the ground, causing quite a severe fall.
But when the little girl returned ho, she bravely held back her tears and kept smiling, without betraying anyone.
After that incident, not only did they stop playing with her, they stayed even further away from her.
Strictly speaking, although they all grew up in the sa compound, the mories of bullying Yuran were always more prevalent than those of looking after her.
Later, when she went abroad to study and left the small community, she didn’t pay much attention to the affairs within the circle; only later did she hear that all the Yu Family mbers had perished, leaving Yuran behind.
Then she heard that Yuran had been adopted by the Bo Family, who seed indifferent to her.
So people even said that Yuran was just Yuran, having no relation with the Bo Family at all, otherwise why didn’t the Bo Family suppress all these ssy matters?
Moreover, many people bullied Yuran, but the Bo Family turned a blind eye.
The truth they didn’t understand was that Mrs. Bo trusted Bo Yan, and left Yuran’s matter in his hands, but back then, Bo Yan didn’t like Yuran at all.
So manipulations and deceit, although solving problems for Yuran, never honoured the Bo Family’s reputation, causing misunderstandings that indirectly led to Yuran’s miserable life.
However, all this, Ou Jinchu didn’t know. All her mories related to Yuran were images of Yuran being bullied, intertwined with the present Yuran.
The Yuran of her childhood was detestable, now even more so.
She despised her even more.
"Mom, those childhood matters, after so many years, whatever good relations, without any contact, how could it be good?"
She disliked hearing these comforting words from her mother, always about finding a good man, always about listening to the family, which wearied and irritated her.
Seeming to sense her daughter’s impatience through the phone, her mother didn’t say much more, shifting the topic. "Chuchu, your grandfather is coming ho tonight; are you coming back for dinner?"
Ou Jinchu refused, "I won’t co back. I have a heavy part this afternoon, and I can’t catch the flight afterward."
"But..."
"Mom, I know you’ve had a hard ti in the Ou Family these years, but please don’t ask to do things I don’t want or am unwilling to do, okay?"
Her mother didn’t speak again, her lips moved, "Chuchu, Mom isn’t trying to bother you. Look at Yuran, married to Bo Qi of the Bo Family, what’s her situation now? Even though she’s slandered all over the internet, she remains calm and unbothered. Mom is just worried about you.
"About the situation with Bo Yan, I’ll work on it, Chuchu, don’t do this next ti, okay?"
Ou Jinchu didn’t speak, hurriedly said "I’m busy," and then hung up the phone.
After hanging up, Ou Jinchu stared at the phone for a long ti. Online, debates about Yuran were polarized. As fans of both Bo Yan and Yuran, they had naturally ford a couple’s fan group. After all, considering their previous collaborations, it didn’t seem too hard to pair them up.
But facing the trolls, there seed to be no good way to explain.
The usually elusive Bo Yan was suddenly added by the fan club president into the internal group of Bo Yan’s global fan club. Bo Yan just greeted them, and it blew up all the lurkers.
Yuran was sitting next to Bo Yan during this operation and was quite surprised at the reaction, "Brother Qi, I didn’t realize you had such charm."
Bo Yan raised an eyebrow, "Baby, I don’t like the way you phrased that. Don’t you know how charming I am?"
Having been dealt with harshly last night, Yuran didn’t dare to make another move, still feeling sore all over.
She definitely didn’t want to be dealt with again in broad daylight.
Fan Club President: The deity Bo Yan himself?
Fan Club Overlord: The deity Bo Yan himself?
Fan Club Officer: The deity Bo Yan himself?
Fan Club Newbie: The deity Bo Yan himself?
...
The responses were all a series of "The deity Bo Yan himself?"
Yuran felt a surge of enthusiasm, grabbed the mobile from Bo Yan’s hands, and her fingers tapped away quickly.
Bo Yan: If I said I’m Yuran, would you believe it?
Fan Club President: [Shocked][Astonished][Terrified]Considering the ti is precisely eight in the morning, if the person managing this original account is Mada Yuran, then may I wildly guess, have you two just gotten up from a warm bed? [naughty][naughty][naughty]
What followed was a string of comnts, with frequent pink bubbles.
Yuran blushed deeply and stuffed the phone back into Bo Yan’s hands, pouting, "Your fans are all masters of innuendo, can’t outdo them, just can’t."
Bo Yan chuckled lightly, leaned over, and kissed her on the face, then directly sent a voice ssage: Everyone, don’t be so unrestrained, my wife is shy.
Fan Club President: Aaahhhhh~~~~ The deity Bo Yan himself appears! Bo Yan, your voice is so husky that we can’t help but overthink.
Fan Club Newbie: Wow, Lady Yuran Yuran, say hello to us.
Bo Yan held the phone to Yuran’s lips, coaxing her, "Be good, say a few words."
Yuran still had a blush on her face, "Hello, everyone."
Fan Club Officer: Damn, really just woke up, ahhh, did I learn sothing I shouldn’t have?
Bo Yan, finding typing troubleso, sent all voice ssages: Thank you, everyone. Since the news broke yesterday until today, you’ve all been supportive. I rarely interact with my fans, and this is the first ti. I just want to tell you, my wife is wonderful, and you should ignore all the false rumors out there. Also, you don’t need to argue with others on my behalf; it’s pointless and could potentially trap you in the enemies’ mire, which I wouldn’t want to see. Lastly, I formally introduce to you, fans who like , my wife, Yuran.
The fan club has probably tens of millions of mbers, divided into countless groups, managed by several presidents.
This ti, a certain fan club was lucky enough to be recognized by Bo Yan.
After this fan club inford the other clubs, the whole network exploded.
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