My Fortune-Blessed Leading Lady-Chapter 354: Bo Yan’s Sinister Aura

She exposed her delicate neck and challenged with a defiant look, "Then, try stabbing through my neck if you dare."

This reaction not only shocked Mo Cheng, but even those like Jia Ziyi, who often dealt with Yuran, were utterly astonished.

Has this girl gone mad?

Does she know what’s pressed against her neck? Yet she dares to speak so brazenly.

A playful gleam emerged in the depths of Mo Cheng’s eyes, his brightness tinged with roguishness, as he reached out and caressed Yuran’s cheek.

"Tsk, such a smooth and supple face," he remarked.

Yuran looked at him with disgust. Taken off guard for a moment, she allowed him to take advantage of her. When he attempted to touch her again, Yuran dodged and her eyes darkened with a hint of ferocity.

"Don’t touch me."

"Sure thing," Mo Cheng replied, twirling the dagger in his hand while looking down at Yuran with a sense of superiority. He spread his hand out in front of her, "Hand over the money."

Everyone’s gaze shifted to them; no one thought there was anything amiss. Yuran looked at each of these over-twenty-something spoiled rich kids and almost laughed.

"You all are young masters and mistresses from grand families engaging in banditry. What is that? Aren’t you worried about losing face for your ancestors? It’s sad enough that you’re not favored at home, yet you choose to become a laughingstock.

Where’s your dignity? No wonder your families treat you like disposable pawns. With such an embarrassing demeanor, were you still expecting to be the Crown Prince?

Ask yourselves, do you really deserve it?"

"You’re seeking death..."

Mo Cheng had never been ridiculed to his face like this. Unable to control his temper, he reached out to grab Yuran’s hair and slam her into the car.

But Yuran wasn’t foolish. How could she let him succeed?

She grabbed Qin Yuyan standing next to her and shoved her into Mo Cheng’s arms, then bolted.

Fuming with rage, Mo Cheng showed no concern for Qin Yuyan, who had crashed into his chest. He tossed her onto the ground and took off after Yuran.

"You filthy bitch, stop right there..."

...

"Hurry up and drive—"

Bo Yan’s voice sounded as cold as a demon crawling out of hell, his face was filled with malice, and his hand holding the phone trembled incessantly.

When he first received Yuran’s call, he was beaming with joy, but as soon as Yuran uttered her first syllable, he came down from the set, no longer interested in shooting.

Throughout the journey, it was Xie Cheng driving, not daring to delay and slamming the accelerator to the floor.

Even so, hearing abusive shouts over the loudspeaker made him extremely nervous.

The entire car was filled with a distorted tension, like the prelude to a violent storm.

Bo Yan was seldom angry, and even if he was, he never showed it.

He always retaliated with a smile on his face, on the spot.

But now, things were different. Xie Cheng would bet if anything happened to Yuran...

His grip on the steering wheel tightened, he didn’t dare to contemplate the consequences.

Fortunately, as he drove towards the city center and Yuran bought time, he caught up.

Yuran was running ahead, with no less than seven or eight tall and burly men chasing after her. She ran with all her might toward the approaching car, her eyes lighting up at the sight.

The moment Bo Yan saw her figure, he opened the car door. The car hadn’t even come to a full stop when he got out. In one stride, he embraced the person rushing towards him.

Yuran, still in shock, trembled in his arms.

The pursuers didn’t care who was helping Yuran; they rudely advised, "I suggest you mind your own business."

Mo Cheng, leading the charge, swung a fist at him. Bo Yan, holding Yuran, stepped back and then lashed out with a kick.

Crack—

Everyone heard a crisp sound, and Mo Cheng distinctly felt his leg bone fracture.

A scream erupted instantly.

It was utterly tragic.

Jia Ziyi and about seven or eight people ran over, and witnessing this turn of events, they all looked up. When they saw Bo Yan’s face, which seemed demon-like, full of fierce anger, they were terrified.

Only two words were on everyone’s minds.

Done for.

"Xie Cheng..." Bo Yan didn’t even glance at these pieces of trash, he just picked up the person in his arms and turned to get into the car.

Jia Ziyi reached out his hand, but before he could utter a word, Xie Cheng had already arrived in front of him, seized his wrist, and with a twist and a forceful push, a crack was heard—the sound of a dislocated wrist right by Jia Ziyi’s ear.

Jia Ziyi’s body stiffened, and his face turned pale, drained of all color.

Qin Yuyan had been thrown to the ground by Mo Cheng earlier and had not managed to keep up with the group. Now hidden behind a car, she watched, dumbfounded, as Xie Cheng took down everyone on their side. Belatedly, she took out her phone and started filming.

She managed to capture the moment when Bo Yan picked up Yuran and put her into the car.

Her hand holding the phone trembled non-stop, her mind reeling. Her family valued Qin Yunong, and she had always been told that, in the future, Bo Yan would be her brother-in-law.

But what was this right now?

Bo Yan was actually taking care of Yuran himself?

Impossible.

She had entirely forgotten about the others who needed her help. At this moment, all she could think about was whether she had any ties to the Bo Family anymore.

If Qin Yunong married Bo Yan, the Qin Family’s status would rise due to their association with the Bo Family, even if she couldn’t marry into the main branch of the Bo Family.

Even marrying into a side branch of the Bo Family, she would still be pleased to pick a husband from them. But now she felt like she might end up with nothing.

Xie Cheng stared in the direction of a certain car, his gaze flickering. Looking down at these wealthy heirs sprawled on the ground, he sneered, "Getting bold, aren’t we, daring to bully a member of the Bo Family?

Which family’s young master are you? State your name."

The faces of the group on the ground all changed. Accused of bullying a member of the Bo Family—this was a huge accusation.

Who would dare to own up to that?

Jia Ziyi, ignoring his broken hand, looked resentfully at Xie Cheng, "Assistant Xie, we... we didn’t mean it."

He was trembling from the pain as he spoke.

Xie Cheng squatted down, grabbed his hair, "Saw it with my own eyes and you still didn’t mean it?

Did you enjoy spending the Bo Family’s money? You may not live long enough to enjoy it."

Xie Cheng released Jia Ziyi’s hair and stood up, "Save your explanations for your family’s head. A whole bunch of men chasing after a girl, screaming and shouting—have you no shame?"

The group could not voice their hardships; they really hadn’t intended to harm Yuran, or at least deep down they didn’t dare. It was only Mo Cheng who had acted alone, and they were all caught up in the consequences.

Because of Bo Yan’s merciless kick, Mo Cheng’s thigh bone was shattered, and he would need a long time to recover. freewebnøvel.coɱ

Despite this, the resentment burning in the depth of Bo Yan’s heart did not subside. Holding Yuran tightly in his arms, she too was still shaken; a long while later, she nuzzled into Bo Yan’s chest.

"Crown Prince..."

Bo Yan, with his face against hers, had cleared away all his fierceness, coaxing her with a gentle, soft voice, "It’s over now, it’s over. Close your eyes, I will hold you while you rest; alright?

I’m sorry—"

Yuran shook her head, "It’s okay, you made it in time, right? And I’m not injured."

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