"Hey, what do you think brought the great actor Bo Yan to our Qin family’s place?"
"Who knows? I just wanted his autograph to sell, but I didn’t dare go inside. Bo Yan looks so fierce. I thought there’d be at least so fan charm, but no, Bo Yan is the exception who never cos off his pedestal. How did Yuran ever manage to flirt with him?"
"Yeah, the way Bo Yan looks at Yuran, it’s like he’s a completely different person now. The power of love is truly great."
"But I still want an autograph. I heard through the grapevine that Bo Yan and Yuran might even have kids already."
"That rumor of yours is not reliable at all, with no solid proof, and you dare to talk recklessly. Aren’t you worried Bo Yan could sue you into bankruptcy? We have precedents, you know. Don’t tell you’re looking to court death."
"That was just a rumor I heard. I didn’t say it was definitely true. And I’ve only ntioned it publicly this one ti. Don’t take it so seriously; you’re scaring ."
"Really? Since when did you know fear?"
"Enough, enough. Can you all stop arguing? Honestly, it’s giving a headache. What I heard is different. I know that our general manager has a marriage arrangent with the Bo family. Now that Bo Yan is here, could it an he’s representing the Bo family to discuss this marriage matter with our manager?"
"No way. Bo Yan is already married. What is there to discuss? Is our manager going to be the other woman?"
"..."
The outside was buzzing with speculation; little did they know, their conversation was clearly audible indoors. Xie Cheng, greatly amused, watched Bo Yan, "I, too, am very curious about what Bo Yan is here for."
Bo Yan sneered, "Settling accounts. What else do you want to ask? Ask it all at once, and I’ll answer it all at once."
Xie Cheng touched his nose. Qin Yunong had indeed been sowhat reckless about the whole Zhizhi matter. That Bo Yan was still sitting here in good humor was solely due to his family’s healing power. In the past, no one could have talked Bo Yan into anything.
Suddenly rembering sothing, Xie Cheng asked, "Did the two of you consult with Zhizhi about this?"
Bo Yan’s expression softened slightly, "We haven’t had the chance to talk to Zhizhi yet, but Zhizhi has an idea. We’ve discussed it before, and if he has the ti, he’ll let know his thoughts."
"I know, little Zhizhi is quite mature for his age."
Bo Yan: "... I didn’t ask for your opinion on my son, thank you."
Xie Cheng: "... How did you beco like this? Now I feel like I don’t even have the right to free speech around you; this could easily make walk away."
Bo Yan, "Doesn’t matter. I plan to quit the industry and stay ho with the kids anyway. Suit yourself, Diyang won’t collapse without ."
Xie Cheng: "... I’ve realized, your heart, is really broad."
Bo Yan gave him a half glance, continued to be aloof, and kept his silence.
About ten minutes later, the secretary hurried back with a look of irritation on her face, still mulling over Qin Yunong’s response a few minutes ago, "Tell them I won’t be going to the office today; if there’s anything, we can arrange it for later in the evening."
The secretary, trembling, conveyed Qin Yunong’s exact words to Bo Yan. Bo Yan scoffed, stood up, and looked down at the secretary, "Tell Qin Yunong that if she doesn’t want to talk, that’s fine. I’ll make the decision myself. I just hope she doesn’t co begging to later.
"Let’s go."
Xie Cheng glanced at the secretary with pity, "Kid, you just graduated, right? Let give you so advice. How about coming to work for us at Diyang? Here’s my card. If Qin ends up ditching you, I don’t mind if you co to . Switching bosses might be a more promising prospect. Why not give it a try?"
The crowd: "..."
Nobody had ever seen such a brazen and righteous poaching before, yet sohow, his attitude was too amusing to be offensive.
As Bo Yan walked out of the corridor, people lined up in two rows. He walked straight through them without a sideward glance. Finally, soone mustered the courage to hand him a white T-shirt, "Mr. Big Movie Star Bo, could you please do the honor of signing this?"
This girl has so nerve.
Xie Cheng happily watched the scene, standing to the side. Bo Yan took the pen from her and quickly signed his na on the T-shirt. Others ready to co up were stopped by Xie Cheng, "Today is not a signing event, folks. Please, let’s part on good terms."
...
Imperial Inscription Platform - Splendid Brocade
When Mrs. Bo and Commander Bo returned, they saw the mother and son with their faces covered in flour in the open kitchen. Mrs. Bo’s bad mood imdiately lifted considerably upon this surprising sight, "Baby, Zhizhi, what are you two planning to do?"
Zhizhi held a shapeless piece of dough in her hand and, upon hearing this, looked up excitedly at Mrs. Bo, "Grandma, grandma, Zhizhi is planning to make dumplings with mom, but the flour isn’t cooperating. Mom and I have been working on it for a long ti, and it still isn’t right."
Earlier, Aunt Zhang offered to help, but Yuran wanted Zhizhi to try it herself and declined Aunt Zhang’s offer, choosing to knead the dough together with Zhizhi. The dumpling filling was prepared by Aunt Zhang, but it had been ready for a while, and they still hadn’t managed to make the dough.
Yuran felt a bit embarrassed under Mrs. Bo’s gaze, "Mom."
Seeing her bashful and uneasy, Mrs. Bo couldn’t help but laugh, "You two really are the treasures of our ho. Off you go, let show you how it’s done."
Mrs. Bo took over the kneading from Yuran. Zhizhi and Yuran stood one on each side of her. Watching her intricate kneading technique, their faces mirrored admiration. Zhizhi generously praised, "Grandma is amazing, Grandma is so clever."
Seeing Yuran from the corner of his eye, the commander looked a bit frustrated. Her thoughts were written all over her face, easy enough to understand, probably feeling that Zhizhi had already said everything she wanted to say. Sitting on the sofa, the commander couldn’t help but smile. Being at ho was indeed the most comfortable.
Everyone’s expressions were relaxed, without a hint of unhappiness or displeasure.
Each doing their best for soone they cared about, Zhizhi occasionally handed molds to Mrs. Bo. Seeing her skillfully knead the dough and roll it into dumpling wrappers was inspiring for him, his dark eyes shining with admiration.
From initially being embarrassed, Yuran gradually got the hang of it as well. When Bo Yan arrived ho, he was greeted by this heartwarmingly delightful scene, the faces of mother and son covered in flour, amusing him. After washing his hands in the bathroom, he headed straight to the kitchen, "Yo, what are you three up to? Are we having dumplings tonight?"
Seeking approval, Zhizhi held up a misshapen dumpling, "Daddy, Zhizhi made this dumpling for you to eat."
Watching the unclear lump, Bo Yan really couldn’t bring himself to pretend he wanted to eat it. He took it gently from Zhizhi’s hand, observing, "Baby, is this the dumpling you made...?"
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