My Fortune-Blessed Leading Lady-Chapter 367: Shameless Fu Bairan

Yuran never took leave, but because of this matter, she went to the counselor’s office to request a leave, and the counselor looked at her, asked no further, and approved her leave slip.

As soon as Yuran left, a teacher curiously watched Yuran’s class counselor, "This student from your class really stands out."

The counselor just smiled and didn’t say anything; Yuran’s performance over the past year was crystal clear to all the teachers in the department, and whatever made her take leave must not have been a trivial matter.

The reason he didn’t ask was naturally because it would not balance out the merits and faults; Yuran’s leave still led to a deduction of credits, and she could only compensate for it elsewhere.

Otherwise, repeating a year was non-negotiable.

Yuran did not talk much, naturally accepting the department’s decision.

As for...

Forget it, no one in the department dared to interfere, so she naturally didn’t dare to meddle further.

Several teachers initially thought the counselor would respond, but it seemed like he heard nothing and just went about his usual tasks.

...

Yuran felt particularly heavy-hearted; since Ran Studio was established, there hadn’t been any major incidents, and she didn’t expect that when a big issue did arise, it would be one completely beyond managing in public opinion.

Although it was a deliberate sabotage by someone with an agenda, it must be said their timing was impeccably poor.

They intended to crush Ran Studio in its cradle before it could truly grow.

On her way to the company, Yuran wondered who she had offended.

Or perhaps, whose big plan had she disrupted?

Yinchao from Yinran Entertainment didn’t currently have the capability to trouble the studio.

But she knew deep down that she hadn’t offended anyone.

When she arrived at the company, Kang Zhenyu was already waiting at the entrance, his expression somewhat solemn; Yuran frowned, "Brother Kang, has something happened?"

Kang Zhenyu pointed towards Qi Younian’s office, "The party involved is here, with a lawyer."

Yuran’s eyes narrowed coldly, "Fu Bairan?"

Kang Zhenyu nodded, "They have come aggressively, seemingly over a compensation issue. Observing their attitude, they aren’t prepared to have a fair discussion with us."

"Of course they aren’t prepared to have a fair discussion with us. Brother Kang, you’re well aware of the rules of the game in this circle; whoever is stronger gets their say."

Yuran didn’t think Fu Bairan had that much clout to scheme against their studio. She guessed that Bairan was just someone else’s tool.

Pointed wherever needed.

But she never expected Fu Bairan to go to such lengths; it wasn’t just Lu Xiao whose reputation was at stake.

If Fu Bairan didn’t care, it meant that someone had promised her something even better.

It was just Lu Xiao, who was finally gaining some positive momentum, to have this misfortune indiscriminately fall right on him.

Before Kang Zhenyu could respond, he saw Yuran walk up to Qi Younian’s office door, directly push it open, and the ongoing discussion inside abruptly halted.

They all turned their heads.

Seeing Yuran, Fu Bairan’s face turned pale in an instant, but momentarily returned to normal.

Yuran saw that Qi Younian’s expression was extremely ugly, and his gaze towards Fu Bairan was as if he was looking at foul-smelling rotten meat, not catching his eye even the slightest bit.

Yuran walked in, took a seat next to Qi Younian, and looked disdainfully at Fu Bairan and the opposing lawyer, her smile tinged with sarcasm.

Under such gazes, Fu Bairan felt an oppression, a long-lost oppression, because only one person had ever given her that feeling—her older sister, Fu Yuran.

It was said that the other owner of Ran Studio was named Yuran, from the Bo Family.

Seeing the young and charming girl before her, Fu Bairan actually felt her usual self-confidence turn into self-doubt.

She lowered her eyelashes, suppressed the oppression in her heart, and raised her eyes to look at Yuran, "So this must be the other partner, Miss Yuran Yuran, a pleasure to meet you."

Yuran leaned back, a light smile curling at her lips, her deep gaze lingering on Fu Bairan’s face, "Miss Fu, bringing a lawyer to my studio, it must be for more than just a friendly visit."

Not willing to be outdone, Fu Bairan lifted her chin, "Naturally, we are here to privately settle the matter of Lu Xiao’s seduction and violation, and we shall see how much your studio values Lu Xiao."

Yuran laughed, her hands clasped on the table, her cold eyes fixed on Fu Bairan, "I’ve met many shameless people in my life, Yuran has, but you are the first of such a degree I’ve encountered."

The opposing lawyer, "Miss Yuran, please watch your language, we could sue you for personal attack."

Unmoved, Yuran glanced lightly at the opposing lawyer, disdainfully said, "Go ahead, the gates of my house are never closed, you think you’re capable, then go ahead."

"Do you know why I said that?" Yuran shifted her rhetoric back to Fu Bairan.

Before Fu Bairan could answer, Yuran continued nonchalantly, "Miss Fu Bairan, not to mention how many men you have slept with;

as far as I know, my studio’s artist has a germaphobia, even if he took an interest in you, with your history, he might not really be interested. Or maybe you’d like to discuss how you harassed my studio’s artist?

Furthermore, you are older than my studio’s artist, who does not have a penchant for relationships with younger men. So tell me, what makes you think he would be interested in you?

Fame? Looks? Body? Or money?

All things considered, it’s your artist’s fame, looks, body, and money that you covet."

Yuran’s words viciously stripped Fu Bairan of any dignity, mercilessly crushing it underfoot, leaving no face intact.

This combativeness nearly had the staff outside kneeling in admiration.

Since Yuran entered the room, she hadn’t closed the office door. In her view, there was no need to hide anything from her staff, so everyone in Ran Studio heard everything clearly.

Fu Bairan was both anxious and angry, her face flushed red, stymied by Yuran’s ridicule, and she had no idea how to continue negotiating with Qi Younian, especially since Qi Younian was so angry because she was close to a successful deal, of which she was confident.

But unexpectedly, Yuran had turned the tables upon her arrival, forcing them into a passive position.

Being led around by the nose by Yuran.

Fu Bairan, silent and tense, let her lawyer do the talking. Just as the opposing lawyer was about to speak, Yuran interrupted again, "Sorry, but I have to interject."

The opposing lawyer: "..."

Fu Bairan: "..."

Qi Younian, who was on the verge of a myocardial infarction from anger: "..."

Yuran smiled, a bright and enchanting smile, naturally bewitching, "Miss Fu, I had a conversation with our artist before, and he told me a hard truth. I wonder if you’d be interested in hearing it."

Fu Bairan knew there would be no kind words, and was about to refuse when Yuran spoke.

"Our artist told me, about women like you, not to mention seduction or violation, he can’t even muster a response facing you. So, Miss Fu, where do you get your confidence from? Thinking that our bright and shiny young artist, would fall for someone like you... Well, don’t you know deep down how pitiful that is..."

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