Bo Yan didn’t answer, but sharply countered Xi Nian, "What makes you think that Yuran is Fu Yuran?"
However, the subtext of his words had already given Xi Nian a clue.
Xi Nian looked at Bo Yan, at the way he protectively glared at him, and he felt a sense of relief. He then laughed and said, "I never expected this to be true."
Bo Yan frowned, "How did you co to realize it?"
"The disk, and so subtle movents compared. Although they aren’t very clear or obvious, one might not notice without watching it over and over again, a hundred and eighty tis, but I noticed.
If Yuran is Fu Yuran, then she is definitely my sister, Xi Bao."
Never expecting such a turn of events, Bo Yan’s face darkened, "Your sister? Where’s the evidence?"
"I don’t have any evidence on hand. If Fu Yuran were alive, I could do a paternity test with her, but..." As he spoke, Xi Nian felt a bitterness in his heart, "Clearly, I’m an incompetent brother who has let her suffer a lot."
Bo Yan snorted with a derisive laugh. He had no sympathy for after-the-fact apologies; he just felt that Fu Yuran had died a wrongful death.
Although, perhaps there were reasons for it.
Logically, he knew Xi Nian might have been powerless, and also young at the ti; emotionally, however, he didn’t think Xi Nian was blaless.
"I don’t want Yuran’s life to be disturbed."
The look in Xi Nian’s eyes turned colder, "Are you, the great actor Bo Yan, saying you don’t want to acknowledge Yuran as my sister?"
Bo Yan couldn’t confirm or deny, and Xi Nian said with a bitter tone, "I’m afraid that won’t do."
Bo Yan was about to flip out, but Xi Nian got ahead of him, "Great actor Bo Yan, wait for to finish. I have the right to tell her the truth about our parents’ deaths, and also, you can’t make any decisions for her about this kind of thing. Think about Yuran’s personality."
"Are you threatening ?"
Xi Nian, "As a big uncle, I don’t think such a relationship structure exists between us."
Bo Yan huffed, "This title of ’big uncle’ is premature. Besides, whether or not Yuran will acknowledge you as her brother is up to her. Maybe you can tell the story, and I’ll tell Yuran. Would that be easier for her to bear?"
Bo Yan was actually aware of the recent incidents on the set, and he wasn’t worried Yuran would do anything out of line, because she wouldn’t.
Of course, he also didn’t believe Xi Nian had feelings for Yuran; there was no such ambiguity between them.
As for the report from Annan, Bo Yan didn’t take it to heart.
He just hadn’t expected such a turn of events and relationships to be the reason Xi Nian sought him out, and without going to Yuran first. Beyond surprise, he rather admired Xi Nian for that.
Xi Nian gave a wry smile, "It’s a long story, and even if I tell it, you might think I’m just making excuses. I’ve found so information; I’ll send the docunts to you later. If convenient, please show them to Yuran and explain them to her.
Also, there’s a madman in another country, constantly hiring people to harm Yuran. The information I have indicates he’s the one who killed my parents."
Bo Yan, "If that’s the case, why harm Yuran? Yuran has no connection to Fu Yuran now."
Xi Nian gave a bitter smile, "Haven’t you heard the saying, ’Better to kill a thousand by mistake than let one go free’? That person is a complete madman. I don’t know how many people in China work for her, but those previous encounters Yuran had... soone was pulling the strings.
Even though you could find this out with a thorough investigation, sharing information now could save you a lot of resources. That Ji Zexiu, who is keeping watch, might just be one of her minions."
Bo Yan’s eyes narrowed slightly, "I understand. I’ll investigate. Regarding your situation, give ti to tell Yuran first, then we can arrange to have a al together."
Xi Nian’s hands under the table clenched tightly together, "I understand, I’ll wait for your ssage."
"Mhm."
...
Throughout the trip, Bo Yan pondered over the inconceivable, seemingly impossible event, feeling that it was shrouded in mystery.
On the way to the old mansion, Yuran’s call ca through. Seeing the two characters of the caller ID, the corners of his mouth instinctively lifted into an attractive curve, "Baby, haven’t slept yet?"
"Isn’t Brother Seven also awake?"
"Heh..." Bo Yan chuckled softly, "No filming tomorrow morning? Staying up so late, missing ?"
Yuran, "I’m just calling to check in, to see if Brother Seven is jealous, or if he’s ignoring my calls because of Annan’s tattling. It seems my reputation hasn’t gone bankrupt yet; it’s still considered decent."
Bo Yan raised his eyebrow; she seed to know everything.
"Are you... angry?"
He was quite worried he might have upset Yuran. They could discuss and speak about anything, but if Yuran was angry, he felt he would be more upset than she was.
Yuran was taken aback, "Husband, what gave you the impression I was angry? I just missed you and missed Zhizhi. Is Zhizhi with you?"
Bo Yan, "No, I stepped out for so errands. Zhizhi is at the old mansion with Mom watching over him."
"Oh." Yuran sounded sowhat disappointed, but she quickly found another topic, "What are you doing out? eting a lover, perhaps?"
"Baby." Bo Yan drew out his tone, slightly displeased, and Yuran chuckled, "Alright, alright, I won’t tease you. Brother Seven, after I finish my scenes, can I ask you out for a vacation? I feel like I’ve been on the set for too long, about to get moldy. I want to go to the beach with Zhizhi and build sandcastles."
Bo Yan couldn’t help laughing, "Still a kid."
"How grown can soone called ’Baby’ be?"
Bo Yan chuckled, "True, alright, that’s fine, where do you want to go? I can accommodate."
"If you suddenly stop working for two or three years, won’t you not want to go back to work later? Brother Seven, slacking off like this isn’t good! If you don’t work and want to be a kept man, what will you do?"
"Very glorious."
"What?" Yuran didn’t understand. What did ’very glorious’ imply?
Bo Yan explained seriously, "Being accused of being a kept man, and my wife being willing to support , is very glorious. I don’t find it shaful at all to be taken care of by you, baby. Will you support ?"
Yuran’s face turned red. She hesitated for a long while, unsure how to answer such a question. Bo Yan must be bewitched.
"Hm? Why aren’t you speaking? Isn’t it glorious?"
Yuran, "Brother Seven, after getting married and having a child, I feel like you and I are no longer from the sa world."
"How so?"
Yuran thought for a mont, "Brother Seven’s skin is too thick. Mrs. Bo can hardly keep up with your pace. Let’s talk about this; next ti you decide to say such unique sweet nothings, give a heads-up first to prepare. Okay?"
The sound of Bo Yan’s laughter, magnetic and alluring, echoed in the night, "Whatever baby says, it shall be. Okay, I promise you."
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