My Fortune-Blessed Leading Lady-Chapter 538: Everything Has a Trace

When a somewhat normal question finally came up, Bo Yan’s expression remained unchanged.

Since it was about him, he really didn’t care.

Subsequently, the reporter asked another question.

Reporter, "Best Actor Bo, is the reason you haven’t been ’open for business’ because you’re newlywed and wish to spend more time with Yuran? Especially since Yuran has recently finished filming and is now on a break."

Upon hearing this, Bo Yan’s face revealed a trace of a sincere smile, but he didn’t let it show too much.

"Let me first address this last question. The reason I haven’t been ’open for business’ is indeed that I want to spend more time with Mrs. Bo—it’s my own issue. I didn’t want to work and disappoint my fans who like me, for which I am very sorry."

[There’s no need to apologize, really. As long as you sprinkle a little ’dog food’ occasionally and ’open for business’ from time to time, that’s enough. We, the Bo He supporters, aren’t very demanding. It would be even better if you could share a couple’s photo.]

[Agree with the above comment, same here.]

[Why don’t you two just cuddle up on the spot and join a reality show?]

[The suggestion above seems pretty good. That could work, giving us some ’business’ time.]

[Best Actor Bo, how about replying to the Bo He fans’ comments?]

Qi Feng was in charge of the live feedback, picking a few questions for Bo Yan to address in a unified response at the end of the press conference. Every time Bo Yan held a press conference, the live broadcast would be jam-packed.

Even when things slowed down a bit, it still meant a full house for him.

As soon as Bo Yan spoke, the reporters instantly fell silent, and he continued, "Now, to address the previous questions, the rumors about me on the internet are nothing new, and of course, this won’t be the last time either;

I entered the industry because I like acting, not because I like the industry itself or for the sake of making money. It was out of interest, but of course, I’ve made quite a bit of money—that’s the bonus of this industry. Money is made quickly and in plenty;

I’ve always disliked explaining internet rumors about myself because I believe that gossip stops with the wise, and my fans are the wise ones. They never question things about me without evidence. I also won’t bend to a fabricated persona, to pretend to be something you’d like;

In the years since my debut, have you ever seen me change into someone you like? I’m in this industry for my own happiness, not yours. Isn’t everyone an independent individual?

Finally, for those who tirelessly slander me, aren’t you tired? Why don’t you take a break?

As for those indecent rumors about me, I won’t elaborate, lest I bite my tongue. I’m afraid I might hurt myself speaking it, as my life quality is much better than that of you sitting behind the internet hurling abuses;

Expressing your jealousy isn’t shameful. Hiding and slandering others, however, really is a bit too much. But it doesn’t matter, you keep on slandering, and I’ll keep on suing. After all, I’ve got plenty of money;

Regarding the claims on the internet that I am indulgent with no principles, I must clarify this. I live by very strict principles. My principles are to serve around Mrs. Bo, to wander aimlessly around her. How’s that?

As for the interest in the reflection in my pupils, I’ll give a brief explanation here."

Saying this, Bo Yan paused, stroking his chin, looking unsure of how to explain, which made the audience both present and online very anxious, empathizing with his difficulty.

They hardly dared to breathe, feeling as if they would hear something earth-shattering. Holding their breath, they braced for a big reveal, and then—he just froze, and shut up?

Bo Yan’s snark and cutting remarks had many of the reporters present flushing with embarrassment. Even though his explanations weren’t particularly forceful, every word he said had a sting to it, making people wish they could crawl into a crack in the ground to escape the humiliation.

Bo Yan, on the other hand, managed to boast about his remarkable achievements, things which left others feeling utterly powerless, without even changing his tone.

Wait, was this the same aloof and lofty superstar Bo Yan they knew? Had someone swapped him out?

Who could this nouveau-riche, tacky person possibly be?

But obviously, everyone was more interested in the topic Bo Yan was about to broach. They held their breath and watched him. Those who had wanted to ask questions also calmed down.

Who was the person reflected in the pupils of superstar Bo Yan?

Rather, who was the person whose shadow could be seen so tenderly in the bottom of his eyes?

In the gaze filled with Yuran, a hint of dissonance suddenly emerged. They were truly curious, extremely so.

Bo Yan signaled the staff to open the projector screen behind him and then handed over his prepared USB drive to the staff.

After the staff took it, Bo Yan slowly looked at everyone and said, "The photos in the USB drive will tell you all who the person reflected in my pupils is and why I care so much about him;

I just hope that in a moment, no one will be shocked or feel bewildered, as all of this has a trace to follow."

The audience’s eyes were unrelentingly fixed on the screen because no one knew what they were about to see. Originally, they thought it would be some scandalous female friends that superstar Bo Yan wouldn’t want exposed, but now he was openly asking everyone to look carefully, without any hint of evasion.

So, everyone was uncertain what they would actually see.

Images on the screen slowly scrolled down, revealing a bit of inky black that seemed to be strands of hair, followed by a plump and tender forehead, then a pair of clear, dark eyes, filled with stars, and a nose that complemented the eyes beautifully, already hinting at handsome growth despite the young age.

In an unbelievably quiet atmosphere, Zhizhi’s perfect features appeared before everyone. In the photo, Zhizhi sat on the lawn at home, holding a Lego rocket, his small face blooming with a radiant smile.

Chubby little fingers, exquisitely delicate facial features. Every inch was a shock to the onlookers who, at the press conference, all drew in a collective breath of astonishment.

The audience watching the live broadcast couldn’t contain their inner old-auntie hearts.

[Oh my god, what am I seeing? Who is this child?]

[Aaah, I see the shadows of Yuran and superstar Bo Yan in this kid. There’s no doubt, this is their son. Didn’t Bo Yan say everything is traceable? Isn’t this traceable? The little one looks 3 years old+, so more than three years ago, superstar Bo Yan’s workload had decreased;

Not only that, Yuran has a history of taking breaks from school. What was Yuran up to during that time? Do I even need to say it? Obviously, she was off having a baby;

If we trace it back further, their marriage would be even earlier. Oh my goodness, I think I’ve uncovered something incredible. My fellow netizens, impressed or not? Agree or disagree?]

[The person above makes a lot of sense. Aah, I don’t care, I love this baby. Every inch of him has engraved itself upon my heart. Damn, he’s too beautiful.]

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