My Fortune-Blessed Leading Lady-Chapter 558: Bo Yan Roars: Don’t Need You

Xi Bei, so her name was Xi Bei.

Her gaze returned to Yuran, "If my name is Xi Bei, does that mean my sister is Xi Bao?" ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

Yuran smiled slightly and nodded, "Yes, that’s right."

Meng Qiuyan couldn’t quite describe what she was feeling at the moment, only that she was very happy, the kind of happiness that couldn’t be traded for anything else, joyful.

She held onto Yuran’s hand tightly, her gaze fixed on Yuran without drifting away.

Feeling a bit uncomfortable under such a stare, Yuran intended to look away, but Meng Qiuyan suddenly burst into laughter, "Pfft..."

"What’s so funny?"

Yuran asked, her voice soft and carrying the tenderness and indulgence of an older sister.

Meng Qiuyan felt warmth spreading through her heart like a pool of water, she reached out and caressed Yuran’s face, "Sister, calling you ’sister’ while looking at your face feels somewhat unreal."

"Shall I take you to meet the brothers this evening?"

"Alright."

...

Time rewound to half an hour earlier.

After entering Qi Younian’s office, Bo Yan made himself comfortable on the sofa, legs crossed, with an air of careless indifference. Qi Younian dragged his wheeled chair over to sit beside him and asked, "Bo Yan, the film superstar, have you confirmed that Meng Qiuyan is Yuran’s sister?"

"The DNA comparison results are out, confirmed."

As Qi Younian breathed a sigh of relief, his nerves tensed up at the same time.

Detecting the change in his expression, Bo Yan snorted with laughter, "What, getting cold feet?"

Qi Younian gave him a look, feeling he was really shameless and a bit wicked, "Cold feet? I’m just thinking, dating will be more troublesome from now on."

Bo Yan scoffed, "What else do you want, for it to be convenient to whisk someone to bed anytime?"

Qi Younian: "...I really doubt how you managed to pursue Yuran. She doesn’t seem like someone easily swayed, what exactly did you do? Use some kind of spell?"

Bo Yan, "Impressive, I didn’t know you were into Southeast Asian sorcery."

"Stop being sarcastic."

"Was I being sarcastic? Isn’t sorcery demonic?"

Qi Younian: "..."

Talking to this kind of person is really annoying, so annoying.

Extremely annoying.

Qi Younian decided to move a bit further away, quietly leaning his elbow on the desk, lost in thought, while Bo Yan, disliking his attitude, asked, "Are you worried that you’re too poor to marry the Huanya princess?"

A vein throbbed on Qi Younian’s forehead, "Bo Yan, can you shut up?"

"No."

"Do you know how annoying you are?"

"Heh, I’m not too fond of you either."

Qi Younian took a deep breath, "I thank you, and I don’t need your affection."

"Think again, you think I would like you?"

...

When Meng Qiuyan and Yuran came out of the office two hours later, both of them had calmed down considerably. Seeing them emerge, everyone crowded around. Little Fatty scrutinized the two women, "Goddess, President Yu, what big issue were you two discussing? Can you share with us?"

Yuran said with a smile, "Should we perhaps make some changes to our studio’s services?"

Xiaoxue instantly understood, but Little Fatty, whose emotional quotient was somewhat lacking, hastily asked, "President Yu, is our business department launching something new?"

Yuran couldn’t help but laugh. "Our studio might as well go into the paparazzi business."

Little Fatty: "..." They had never felt so awkward, wanting to die of embarrassment.

Xiaoxue glanced back and forth between their faces but couldn’t discern anything. The only thing she noticed was that their eyes seemed a bit red, yet she didn’t dare speculate further. It couldn’t be that they were falling in love, right? Besides, it wasn’t possible that President Yuran had caused the goddess to break her contract, right?

Unable to figure it out, everyone else decided not to guess any further.

When they heard the sound of a door opening and closing next door, Bo Yan appeared with Qi Younian from another office. Seeing Meng Qiuyan and Yuran’s hands still clasped together, they got the picture. Yet, the great actor Bo wasn’t pleased as he stepped forward, yanking Yuran’s hand out of Meng Qiuyan’s grasp.

Then Yuran felt a tug and found herself embraced in his arms.

Meng Qiuyan, looking at his empty hand, was unhappy as he glanced at Bo Yan. But seeing his dark expression, Meng diverted his gaze, figuring it was better to avoid the trouble he couldn’t provoke.

Why so fierce?

Qi Younian was also fiercely protective. He quickly shielded Meng Qiuyan behind him, mustering the courage to face Bo Yan’s annoying glare. Yuran tugged at Bo Yan’s arm, "Qi Ge, don’t be like this."

Onlooking crowd: "..."

Wasn’t this scene just spectacular?

Could the great actor Bo actually be jealous of a woman? Unbelievable.

Meng Qiuyan poked out half of his head, looking at Yuran, "President Yuran, how about lunch together at noon?"

"No time..." Before Yuran could even respond, Bo Yan answered for her, with a face full of discontent and seething anger.

Meng Qiuyan’s mouth twitched, "Great actor Bo, you’re being too much. It’s just lunch with President Yuran to discuss some matters. Why must you act like this?"

Bo Yan didn’t even glance at Meng Qiuyan and spoke without looking at him, "Absolutely not. If you want to eat, go eat with Qi Younian."

Yuran: "..."

She felt so awkward she wished she could find a hole to crawl into.

This was truly something.

Qi Younian chuckled, "Great actor Bo, aren’t you being a bit too much? It’s just a matter between two women; why are you butting in? Is Meng Qiuyan going to run off with Yuran? Are you that petty?"

Bo Yan huffed, not uttering another word. "No matter what you say, I just don’t trust it."

Meng Qiuyan got angry, "Then I’ll go to your house to eat."

Bo Yan, "Not allowed."

Everyone: "..."

Really, great actor Bo, what are you even doing?

Yuran held her forehead, "Then it’s settled. We’ll have dinner at my place tonight. Don’t be shy; everyone is welcome. We can have hot pot; my place can handle it."

The studio was small with few people, just enough to fill two tables. Moreover, not everyone was present, some were away on business trips, so it was plenty.

Since Yuran had agreed, Bo Yan couldn’t let her lose face and could only frown as the others hastily declined, "No, no, no, President Yuran, we won’t intrude, I have plans tonight."

"Exactly, exactly, President Yuran, I won’t be going either, I also have plans."

"President Yuran, I have a blind date tonight, so I must pass."

"President Yuran, I... won’t be going either..."

"..."

So in the end, only Meng Qiuyan and Qi Younian decided to go. Seeing everyone being so tactful, Bo Yan’s expression slightly improved. His gaze landed on Qi Younian, "You’d better scram right after dinner."

Meng Qiuyan didn’t take his words seriously. Qi Younian, in disbelief, looked at Yuran and then at Bo Yan. Eventually, his gaze settled on Yuran’s face, "You can’t be serious. In your house, he’s the one calling the shots?"

Yuran just smiled without answering, "Then we’ll head to my place tonight. For now, I’ll go buy ingredients with Bo Yan for the hot pot."

Meng Qiuyan volunteered energetically, "I’ll come too. I can help."

Bo Yan roared, "We don’t need your help."

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