Yuran stood there, her eyes wide and mouth agape. "This is too explosive! For a director and an actor to clash to this extent is not easy. What happened?"
Xi Nian briefly described the situation. To call it a big deal was perhaps an overstatent, but to call it trivial wasn’t quite right either—it was sowhat serious. Listening to the dramatic developnts, Yuran felt sowhat disoriented.
"I was just worrying about how to settle scores with Ou Jinchu. Now, watching the drama unfold is pretty good too."
Xi Nian pondered, "Do you have a grudge against Ou Jinchu?"
Yuran waved her hand, "Not really. When we were kids, she bullied in her perfect little ways. Nice to my face, nasty behind my back—I’ve suffered quite a bit, and I haven’t gotten over it yet."
Gui Yu was incredulous and, while letting everyone take a break, expressed with interest, "You were bullied as a kid? I can’t see it; you’re not soone who gets bullied now."
Yuran just smiled and said nothing.
The production of "City of Temptation" was moving along swiftly. Both Liu Shimao and Yuran were the type who usually didn’t make mistakes during filming. If they ever did, it felt as though they had held up sothing significant, putting pressure on the other actors.
Pressure naturally brought motivation. For example, Zhou Lianjia, whose acting skills weren’t particularly outstanding, would find herself experiencing a burst of acting prowess.
So, overall, the progress and developnt of the "City of Temptation" crew were harmonious, fast, and of high quality.
Taking a break wasn’t a bad thing either.
Gui Yu gestured for the staff to bring over so desserts for everyone, as the weather was unbearably hot.
Having so chilly desserts was one of life’s great pleasures.
Yuran shifted the topic, "Boss Xi, since we’re in the sa boat now, tell about your bet with Xi Gu. Are you going to hand over the managent of Huanya if you lose? I heard it from Bo Yan."
Xi Nian found a place to sit, raised his eyebrows, and looked into Yuran’s gossip-eager eyes. "You were just asking if Gui Yu was thinking about switching careers. Are you considering it too?"
Yuran shook her head, "Not really. I’m not interested in all gossip, just curious about this one. Of course, you don’t have to tell if you don’t want to. I won’t force you."
Xi Nian, "...Actually, there’s nothing that can’t be discussed."
"Then I’m all ears. Of course, Boss Xi, what I want to clarify is that in this bet, I’m not just a re chip. If I were to sell myself, I’d feel rather... foolish."
"Pfft..." Gui Yu couldn’t help but burst into laughter. "Yuran, are you not valuing yourself a bit too low?"
Even as a betting chip, she’d be the most valuable one. "City of Temptation" had been on hold for two years because Xi Nian insisted on Yuran playing this role.
During these two years, Gui Yu had shot other movies that also did well, but his efforts were not as concentrated on "City of Temptation."
Regarding "City of Temptation," Gui Yu actually had deep feelings. The script and story were all based on real prototypes.
Yuran frowned, "Director Gui, why are you laughing? Don’t do that; it’s off-putting."
Gui Yu quickly waved his hands, "Sorry, sorry, I just thought a little too far. If I offended you, I apologize."
Xi Nian smiled, "The betting agreent does exist, but you’re not just a chip; you’re my biggest Surefire Talisman. Also, so matters aren’t convenient to disclose at the mont, so please forgive , Miss Yuran.
Of course, if there was any problem with our contract, Bo Yan would not have let you be here. After all, the penalty for breaching the contract is just a drop in the ocean for the great movie star Bo Yan."
Yuran had nothing to say.
...
After finishing her scenes, Yuran received a call from Bo Yan. Bo Yan told her on the phone that Ji Zexiu was in the station and wouldn’t say anything, wanting to see her in person. Yuran was surprised, "Seventh Brother, why does he want to see ? As I rember, we’re not familiar."
Bo Yan, of course, knew that calling to inform Yuran was just to ask if she wanted to et this person; when it ca to her matters, he had to let her know; it was that simple.
If Yuran said no, then there was no need to et.
What status, what identity did Ji Zexiu have to be soone Yuran could just et casually?
Thinking disdainfully, Bo Yan, once he heard Yuran’s reply, was satisfied. "Of course they aren’t familiar; I don’t know what he insists on, I was just letting you know; you don’t need to bother with it."
"Mm, Big Brother Seven, is Zhizhi there?"
From the other end of the phone, Bo Yan’s voice was heard calling Zhizhi to the phone. "Sweetie, it’s Mommy’s call."
Then ca a shout of surprise, along with the patter of running footsteps; Yuran laughed while walking back to the hotel, Annan followed behind her, also finding the noise on the phone sowhat amusing.
Every ti Zhizhi spoke with Yuran, she felt like he had grown up.
"Mommy, Zhizhi misses you so much."
Yuran, "Mommy misses Zhizhi too. Sweetie, once Mommy finishes work here, she’ll take a vacation to be with you."
Zhizhi humd in acknowledgnt. "Mommy is so hardworking, still having to earn money to support both and Daddy, who isn’t even working now; the inco is all managed by Mommy alone."
Sitting next to Zhizhi, Bo Yan’s body suddenly stiffened to the point of questioning life, looking at Zhizhi’s little head, and couldn’t help laughing. "Zhizhi, correct that; Daddy does have a job. He’s just on a vacation."
Zhizhi puzzled, "Daddy, can a vacation last that long? Your company is too lax; Mommy is so busy."
"Hahaha..."
Yuran couldn’t hold back and burst out laughing, ntally praising Zhizhi, and let Bo Yan turn on the speakerphone to say, "Big Brother Seven, questioning life yet? Are you and Zhizhi at ho or at the old mansion?"
Zhizhi answered, "Mommy, we’re at Grandma’s house. Grandma has made a lot of delicious things recently, so tasty. Grandma told to tell you that when you co back, she will make them just for us to eat. Daddy isn’t supporting Grandma; Grandma is upset."
Zhizhi took the opportunity to report everything, completely ignoring his father’s anxious presence nearby.
Listining to Zhizhi’s series of complaints, Yuran couldn’t help but chuckle. Bo Yan occasionally offered tily explanations, "Baby, you know I don’t like sweets."
Indeed, Bo Yan had a penchant for spicy food while sweet treats were usually handled by her and Zhizhi—of course, she wasn’t particularly fond of overly sweet things either.
But she had to tolerate it as Grandma liked to make them; naturally, she couldn’t disdain them like Bo Yan.
It would hurt Grandma’s feelings.
But she still needed to caution Zhizhi, "Sweetie, you can’t eat too much sugar, okay? You have to tell Grandma that, understand?"
Zhizhi earnestly replied, "Mommy, Zhizhi understands, and Grandma knows too. Zhizhi’s sweets are only a little sweet, Grandma says Zhizhi shouldn’t eat too much sugar; it’s bad for the teeth."
"Mm, Grandma is right; you should listen to what she says."
Zhizhi, "Zhizhi is the most obedient. Mommy, is there a reward?"
Yuran swiped her card to enter the room, flung herself on the big bed in the suite, "What reward do you want, sweetie? If it’s reasonable, Mommy will consider it."
Zhizhi turned his head to glance at his dad and whispered, "Zhizhi wants to go see Mommy by himself, without bringing Daddy along."
Bo Yan: "..." I’m surely not deaf! This little one...
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