My Fortune-Blessed Leading Lady-Chapter 378: Isn’t It Unfair?

Yuran, confused, looked up at her, not yet realizing what he meant by "serious matters."

With apparent confusion and doubt in her eyes, she asked, "What... what serious matter?"

Bo Yan lifted her into his arms and headed straight for the master bedroom upstairs, "Having children."

Yuran: "..."

Isn’t the current serious matter supposed to be about the problem with my studio?

But all her doubts were sealed with a kiss.

The bath was exceptionally long, and Yuran felt like a bun steamed in a bamboo steamer.

Steaming over and over, then... devoured by him.

Leaving the bathroom, her legs were weak, she felt powerless all over, her arms encircling Bo Yan’s neck, she groggily negotiated for her own benefit.

"Boyan, I read in a book that we need to be restrained, or else it’s not good for the health."

Bo Yan looked down at her flushed, sleepy face, and chuckled silently, "Who said anything about having children?"

"I did."

"Then, should we learn a bit about the process of having children?"

Yuran’s sleepiness vanished abruptly, her nightgown nowhere in sight, as her bright eyes stared at Bo Yan, "Stop being a beast."

She couldn’t even begin to deal with his demands, looking at what strength she had left.

Really... so inconsiderate.

Back before they were married, how patient he was! But now, now... Better not think about it.

She thought she could fight on rational grounds and secure her benefits but upon returning to the room, Yuran realized it wasn’t so.

What she thought was the end was merely the beginning for someone.

When she was flipped and fried like a pancake, tears lingered at the corners of her eyes, her eyes red and riotous.

Bo Yan whispered in her ear, "Baby, how can I stop when you’re like this."

Yuran was on the verge of tears, then, she felt like there wasn’t much of a future for her.

Devoured thoroughly, what future could there be?

...

Late into the night, Bo Yan carried Yuran back from the bathroom and, seeing her listless form, he couldn’t help but chuckle.

"Didn’t you have something to tell me?"

Yuran lay on the bed, wrapped in a thick blanket, her head buried in it, "I had a lot to tell you, but now I’m angry and don’t want to talk."

Bo Yan lay beside her, not bothering to unwrap her from the blanket, and simply uttered, "Feeling wronged?" frёewebηovel.cѳm

Wronged?

Isn’t that obvious?

How could she not feel wronged?

Inner thoughts raced, Yuran angrily threw off the blanket, exposing the marks on her body, pointing at Bo Yan’s nose, "Don’t you think that’s wronged?"

Bo Yan looked down, his eyelashes fluttered, his pupils growing deeper, too familiar with all of Bo Yan’s expressions, a sense of danger immediately struck Yuran.

She burrowed back into the blanket, wrapping herself into a cocoon, exposing only her wide, rolling eyes.

Bo Yan, finding her antics both amusing and frustrating, symbolically tugged at the blanket, "Baby, I apologize."

"You always apologize, and you still bully me next time."

Bo Yan deeply felt wronged, how was this bullying?

He lay down, pressing his forehead against hers, coaxing, "This is the last time, you know, I’ve already tried my hardest not to disappoint you."

Yuran pouted her lips, her face full of grievances, "You say that every time, and then next time you shamelessly bully me again."

"So, does this count as bullying?"

Bo Yan, amidst Yuran’s exclamation, suddenly pulled away her thin blanket, embracing her in his arms, quickly planted a kiss on her lips, leaving Yuran unable to move, only capable of being held by him.

Her cheeks flared in anger, feeling that he was too cunning, and she always ended up on the losing end.

Huffily, she reached out to twist the flesh around his waist, but alas, his muscles were too firm, and she couldn’t cause him any pain.

Bo Yan moved one hand down, wrapping her hands within his own, "Don’t waste your energy, baby, tell me, does this count as bullying?"

His voice was husky, leaving only a lingering, ambiguous breath, swirling around her ear.

She turned into a shade of red all over, stammering and unable to utter a single word of defense.

Indignantly pressing against his chest, she closed her eyes, "I’m asleep, don’t talk to me."

Bo Yan couldn’t help but both cry and laugh, lowering his gaze to the girl whose eyelashes incessantly trembled in his arms, somewhat amused, "How should I handle this? Aren’t you going to learn a bit about having children?"

"Qige, please don’t talk anymore, I beg you," Yuran stretched her hand to cover his mouth, which he kissed gently.

As if scorched by a red-hot iron, Yuran quickly withdrew her hand, her eyes wide open, teary and pitifully looking at him.

Bo Yan felt perhaps he was indeed being a bit shameless. Reflecting for a rare moment, he hugged her tightly, "All right, all right, baby, don’t be mad. I’ll shut up, okay?

Let’s discuss your studio, and let’s not talk about the other stuff, okay?"

After cooling down for a while, Yuran awkwardly nodded her head, burrowing her little head in his chest, intermittently talking about Xia Ruyan as brought up by Xia Ji.

As Bo Yan played with her slender, delicate fingers, he heard this and his eyes flickered, "Xia Ruyan, she’s inconsequential, but dealing with her can be quite annoying."

For him, someone like Xia Ruyan didn’t even qualify to sit face to face with him.

He hadn’t expected her to end up bullying his own wife.

"So, you and Xia Ji have already planned how to deal with this matter? You don’t need my help?"

Bo Yan asked very seriously; he had previously promised Yuran not to interfere in matters she wanted to resolve on her own, so now he was filled with regret for letting her handle it herself.

Would she continue to be bullied?

But since he had made a promise, he couldn’t break his word; his reputation was already nearly bankrupt with Yuran.

He couldn’t disappoint her even more.

He sighed, kissing her forehead, "Hmm? Tell me, do you want to handle it by yourself? Without me?"

What kind of question was that?

What did he mean by wanting to handle it by herself, without him?

Confused and having been kissed several times, Yuran asked, "Qige, it’s not good to involve you in my studio’s matters. Let’s leave it this time; next time, if there’s a chance."

Being refused so easily didn’t sit well with him; he just felt foolish for having agreed to such a difficult promise.

Wasn’t he just making things tough for himself?

Yuran, seemingly sensing Bo Yan’s disappointment, wrapped her arms around his waist, chuckling softly, "I’ll handle it myself this time, but if I need help later, of course, I’ll involve you, my husband.

It’s just that I really can’t understand people like Xia Ruyan; she has endless resources at her disposal, people line up waiting for her choice;

Regarding family background, she needs not compare herself with anyone, her status is enough to keep people at bay;

But her mind, well, I won’t comment further, it’s just too narrow;

Being born into such a prominent family and yet she’s so narrow-minded, I hadn’t expected that. Xia Ji is so much younger than her and yet shows much more magnanimity."

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