Bo He fans were blown away, as were the reporters on the scene, and only after a long, long ti did they co to accept the fact that the great movie star Bo Yan had gotten married and even had a child with Yuran, who was already three years old.
This could explain why there was no one else in the big movie star’s eyes besides his wife.
Of course, it was his own son, and indeed, everything was just as netizens had speculated, ti-lined and completely traceable.
At this very mont, those few who had been classmates with Yuran were even more shocked after the initial shock of learning about Yuran’s marriage to the great movie star. In fact, up until now, many of them still couldn’t imagine that when they had their graduation dinner with Yuran, they had actually pinched the face of Bo Yan’s son.
Listening to it again, they were still shocked.
They were all secretly complaining in their hearts that Yuran had hidden it too well.
The live broadcast was a bit laggy, many people couldn’t get in, and Zhizhi’s photo was screenshotted by countless devoted netizens.
They comnted that it would make a nice screensaver, as the great movie star Bo Yan had even begun to entice others to have children. This couple was too much.
But the child was really very cute.
At the press conference, Bo Yan kept Zhizhi’s photo on display, "Now that the truth is out, does anyone have any questions? Also, I don’t want to answer why I hid the news of my son’s birth. Put yourselves in my shoes, who among you can guarantee you would have done better?
Protecting my child is an instinct as a parent. If it wasn’t for your relentless pursuing and my son agreeing to share his photo, I would have stuck with my original plan and kept it hidden.
Exposing my son’s photo like this will bring quite a bit of trouble to his life in the future. Now that everyone’s curiosity has been satisfied, can you perhaps give a break?"
Dealing with the reporters wasn’t beyond him, but he found it sowhat annoying.
The reporters couldn’t answer whether, if they were in his place, they would have done any better.
Because of Bo Yan’s wealth and status, his son’s exposure was bound to make his life different from other children’s.
After the photo was removed, the reporters fell silent, one of them pressed on, "Great movie star Bo Yan, when you married Yuran, she wasn’t of marriageable age, was she?"
Bo Yan looked over, not understanding why the reporter would bring up this topic at this ti, trying to blur the focus.
Seeing the reporter who asked the question, Bo Yan smiled, "That’s an interesting question. What is your ideal interpretation of marriage deep down? Reaching marriageable age, registering the marriage, inviting guests, and then thodically looking for a hotel to send out invitations, talking about wedding arrangents, and finally arranging the banquet?"
The reporter did not answer but was sowhat baffled by Bo Yan’s counter-question.
Bo Yan was relentless, "I’m different though; I have money. Money can solve ninety-nine percent of troubles. You wouldn’t understand since you’ve never experienced it."
"Pfft ..."
Qi Feng almost couldn’t stop himself from bursting into laughter.
Bo Yan gave him a sideways glance, and he quickly shut up, while the reporter’s face turned red, feeling as though he’d been hit with a critical strike, surrounded by endless mockery.
In the live streaming room, the netizens were divided into two camps.
So people thought that when the great movie star Bo Yan specialized in confronting people, it wasn’t just about being professional; his words were so spot-on that you couldn’t refute them, making you feel utterly disgraced. Indeed, he was a wealthy man, and that was indisputable;
Others felt that Bo Yan changed his style dramatically, becoming boastful, which was completely different from his previous image, causing them to unfollow him.
Of course, the number of fans gained far exceeded those lost. Everyone seed to find this new version of Bo Yan refreshing, as if this was how everyone should naturally behave in life.
Bo Yan didn’t care at all about his popularity. The key was that he never crafted a persona for himself; his persona was sothing fans and marketing accounts figured out on their own, and he never acknowledged it.
So when it ca to demolishing that persona, he was rciless and indifferent.
"Do you know the legal age for marriage in Las Vegas? I could have taken my wife there to register when she was eighteen. Do you know why I didn’t do it when she was 18? Because I thought she was too young; I wanted to wait two more years.
I registered for marriage with my wife when she felt she could accept it. What’s the problem with that?
The romance I long for is what she considers romantic. It doesn’t need to be known by everyone. As long as we are happy, what’s the problem? Did I spend your money getting married? Why hold such a grudge?"
The reporter: "..."
Bo Yan glanced around at the reporters leisurely playing with his fingers, "The initial intention of this press conference wasn’t to explain things to all of you to change how you see ; my purpose for this press conference was to chat with everyone.
What about? If there’s any verbal attack in the future, bring it to , don’t involve my wife and my son. I can hold a hundred such conferences if necessary, just worried you won’t have the ti to discuss things with here, so much nonsense, right?
Moreover, regarding what kind of person I am outside, I don’t want to explain. There are a thousand Hamlets in a thousand people’s eyes. Do you really expect to be the aloof person that a thousand people envision? I definitely can’t manage that;
To my fans who like , I can’t currently inform you of my exact operating hours, but I will eventually return to work. For now, I want to spend more ti with my son as he grows because he can’t wait for to be unoccupied; he is growing fast, and I can only slow down myself.
I hope not to miss any of his changes and growth, and I’ll still update the official blog. Even when I am ’open for business,’ don’t look down on ; I’ve probably already done a lot."
The words of the great movie star Bo Yan were not definite; everything seed like forced operation, and his fans, Bo He, thought about it, and indeed he was coerced into being operational, very self-aware.
Before he was married, he might have gone on a vacation by now, engaging in various treks and photography.
After marriage, his availability has actually reduced compared to before, epitomizing the ideal husband he is.
Zhizhi and Yuran were sitting in front of the TV watching the live interview. Zhizhi asked Yuran, "Mom, dad isn’t happy."
Yuran smiled and gently touched his head, "Dad isn’t unhappy, he’s just explaining things to everyone. Zhizhi, are you scared of a dad like this?"
"No, Daddy is great."
Bo’s mother watched Zhizhi’s back of the head smiling, "Sweetie, when dad gets ho, you must talk to him, tell him to spend more ti with you. Dad just said on TV that he would spend more ti with you, he can’t break that promise."
Zhizhi clenched his little fist and nodded, "Hmm, Grandma, I know."
After the press conference ended, the reporters felt they hadn’t gained much and realized Bo Yan’s style of holding a press conference was just like Yuran’s — hardly letting anyone know anything specific, but rather telling people what they want to tell.
What a loss.
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