It was sowhat unlucky that today, she saw the news about Yinran International. Her heart was corroded by hatred, and at this mont Bo Yan also showed his disgust, making her extrely irritable.
However, she quickly sorted out that unfamiliar emotion and bent over to pick up the workbook on the low table, "Sorry, I'll move out right now!"
As Fu Yuran, she had struggled on her own; what situations had she not faced? Due to the circumstances, she had always been cold and not good at socializing, and the few compromises she made ca after she had won the Best Actress award, during a career slump, making the mories sowhat blurry.
Although dependent on others, as Yuran, she did not feel the need to please Bo Yan before her. She was Yuran, and she was Fu Yuran; what she beca was for her to decide.
Looking at the distant and indifferent girl, a hint of surprise flashed through Bo Yan's heart, his gaze locked on the fluidity of her features, not knowing what she was hiding.
It was not his paranoia; the girl's past was indeed troubling, compelling him to be wary of such abnormal behavior.
The only ti he had softened and let her stay the night, who would have thought she'd consider climbing into his bed in the middle of the night?
But the person before him was different from the one in his mories; she was quiet, polite, distant. Even faced with his evident ridicule, she remained composed and swallowed it all.
In the past, she couldn't have endured this but would glare with teary eyes, leveraging her mother's concern to pressurize him. Although he might not have cared, it always disgusted him.
The girl was cunning, always managing to ally with his family to pressure him. Coming and going, Platinum Imperial Palace was his fifth stop now, the previous four abandoned due to her presence.
The past was unbearable to recall, and every thought added to his deepening disgust toward the girl before him.
But none of the mories had occurred.
The girl was just quietly gathering and organizing books scattered around the living room, then stacking them neatly on the low table.
She had abandoned her ghastly makeup, revealing a pure, small face, clean and delicate. Her entire slimd figure due to illness, appeared quite frail.
The goose-yellow wall lamp softened her profile; this was the first ti in many years that Bo Yan had sincerely looked at her, as nobody could stand a face bizarrely painted.
He hadn't expected that without makeup, her features were so striking.
The girl's figure was delicate, and her features were stunning yet gentle, combining to form a flawless face, leaving a deep impression.
Sensing his overly aggressive gaze, Yuran thought he found her too slow, assuming she wanted to linger, which made her hasten her movents, her eyebrows knitting together, "Sorry, I'll be done soon!"
In the depths of Bo Yan's icy eyes, a flicker of complexity passed, but in an instant, he attributed it to Yuran playing hard to get.
He turned and walked upstairs. Stopping at the staircase, he looked down at Yuran from above, his voice very cold, "This is the fifth ti you've stepped into my territory, I hope there won't be a next ti, and I don't want you to pull any stunts with my mother!"
Yuran's fingers stiffened on the book, clearly hearing the implication in Bo Yan's words, waves of embarrassnt surged, yet she understood she had no ground to argue.
"I understand, don't worry!"
This ti, Bo Yan did not waste words further, his figure quickly disappearing at the staircase entrance.
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