My Fortune-Blessed Leading Lady-Chapter 559: Are you still the Qi Younian I know?

Meng Qiuyan didn’t even look at him, but directly addressed Yuran, "President Yu, you say the word, and I can help."

Yuran had just recognized her as family and was already reluctant to refuse her, filled with a sense of guilt, "Okay, Seventh Brother..."

Bo Yan’s face looked extremely foul.

Meng Qiuyan smirked triumphantly at him, the picture of someone glorying in their own cunning.

Bo Yan’s face grew even uglier.

Yuran watched the interaction between the two, a bit amused. How old were they, still acting like children? Really, it was interesting.

She leaned in to wrap her arm around Bo Yan’s, "Seventh Brother, since we’ve agreed, shall we go to the supermarket to buy groceries?"

Bo Yan cast a sideways glance at Qi Younian and Meng Qiuyan, "We’re not taking those two."

Yuran was a bit troubled but tried to appease him, "Just the two of us? But it’s so hard to carry things. Isn’t it nice to have two free laborers?"

The two free laborers, with faces clearly conveying "Are you kidding me?": "..."

Yuran touched her nose and pulled Bo Yan forward, "If you two don’t want to come, that’s also fine. We’ll call you in the evening."

Meng Qiuyan stared at Yuran’s retreating figure, her face broadcasting a sense of abandonment. She had just acknowledged her sisterhood. What about the deep bond between sisters we agreed upon? The sharing of good fortune? The promise to treat me well in the future?

Have you fed all of that to the dogs?

Meng Qiuyan was infuriated, finding Bo Yan, the great film star, exceptionally irritating for the first time.

Qi Younian was originally quite angry, but when his gaze fell upon the girl next to him, who was even angrier, his anger dissipated. Instead, he started to soothe her emotions, "Don’t be mad. Since the great film star Bo dislikes us so much, why should we do as he wishes?

Come on, let’s go and annoy him."

After that, he took Meng Qiuyan by the waist, openly displaying their relationship. The employees who were about to leave stopped in disbelief, their eyes wide in shock. Little Fatty rubbed his eyes, "My God, what am I seeing? Are President Qi and Goddess Meng together?"

Xiaoxue’s little face was full of astonishment, "The secrecy was maintained so well... wasn’t it?"

"My God, when did Boss Qi and the Goddess get so close? Why didn’t I know about it?"

"Are you sure it’s just you who didn’t know?"

The girl speaking shook her head, "Definitely not, you guys aren’t much better off than I am."

Little Fatty began to clamor wildly, "President Qi, you have to treat us to a meal! The secrecy was handled so incredibly well, we foot soldiers were completely kept in the dark!"

Qi Younian laughed as his arms wrapped around Meng Qiuyan, whose cheeks were flushed with embarrassment. She had always tended toward being reserved, and though she also enjoyed the atmosphere here, she still felt like an outsider, kind of...

It was only when Little Fatty started egging everyone on that Qi Younian’s deep laugh was heard. Qi Younian said, "Treating everyone is no problem. Why don’t you all decide where to eat and we can set it for this weekend, how about that?"

"Absolutely, sounds great."

"President Qi, you’re too awesome."

"Goddess Meng, your Managing Husband Technique is on point. Keep it up, keep it up!"

Meng Qiuyan: "..."

How did the topic come back to her again? This really was a huge misunderstanding.

But everyone’s good mood was infectious, and combined with her recent recognition of Yuran as family, the joy she could not hide made her smile resemble the late Fu Yuran’s all the more, causing Qi Younian to be momentarily dazzled.

Not just Qi Younian, but as former fans of Fu Yuran in the company, many felt nostalgic. Their eyes flickered, Meng Qiuyan noticed it too, the smile on her face faded, her eyes slightly puzzled, "What’s wrong? Is there something wrong with me?"

Little Fatty shook his head, Xiaoxue’s smile also faded a bit, and said faintly, "Princess, if we say it, it won’t mean much, just please don’t be sad, okay?"

Meng Qiuyan nodded.

Xiaoxue, "Princess, the way you laugh resembles the former movie queen Fu Yuran so much."

Meng Qiuyan was startled, then she smiled again, "I know, when I debuted, many people said I was a mini Fu Yuran. Later, to change that deeply rooted impression people had of me, I deliberately kept a straight face and didn’t smile much."

Back then, she felt that if she became popular by riding on the coattails of mini Fu Yuran without her own uniqueness, it wouldn’t be worth it to debut. That kind of fame was fleeting and short-lived, rising on the popularity of another’s name, eventually, she would be eliminated.

Moreover, after Fu Yuran passed away, she even less wanted to capitalize on someone who had passed away.

That would be the ultimate disrespect to the deceased.

It was precisely for that reason, she strived even harder to improve herself.

Few people thought deeply about it, just taking her words to heart, but as someone steeped in the industry for many years like Qi Younian, how could he not hear the struggle in Meng Qiuyan’s words? The hand around her waist tightened, "It’s okay, from now on you have us, and especially me."

He spoke very softly, and except for Meng Qiuyan, nobody heard it. Meng Qiuyan hummed in acknowledgment and chuckled. It was all in the past, although...

Qi Younian stared at everyone and pulled out his phone, "Although everyone isn’t going to President Yu’s house for dinner, I will buy afternoon tea for everyone. I’ll transfer money to Little Fatty, and you guys let Little Fatty order the afternoon tea, it’s on me."

"President Qi, you’re too kind." Xiaoxue and several colleagues were moved. What kind of divine bosses were President Yu and President Qi? All-inclusive annual leave vacations, buying afternoon tea every now and then, covering occasional late-night snacks, not advocating overtime, plus there were raffle events.

Simply too divine.

Little Fatty’s phone soon received a transfer from Qi Younian, Little Fatty exclaimed, "Ten thousand yuan, President Qi, do you need any trinkets?"

Qi Younian, "Don’t tease me, hurry up and arrange afternoon tea and desserts for the colleagues."

Little Fatty nodded repeatedly, "I’ll arrange it right now, right this moment."

The colleagues all huddled together, exceptionally harmonious. Occasionally, a girl’s shrill scream would be heard, but it quickly calmed down. Looking at the heads gathered together, Qi Younian circled Meng Qiuyan’s waist and walked outside.

After a short distance, Meng Qiuyan pinched his arm, "Did you do that on purpose?"

"What?"

Meng Qiuyan looked at him accusingly, "Don’t play dumb with me, Qi Younian. Did you do it on purpose?"

"What’s on purpose? If you don’t make it clear, how would I know?" Qi Younian’s eyes carried a light smile, obviously teasing Meng Qiuyan, but she didn’t catch on and earnestly complained.

"Qi Younian, you’re not being serious at all."

"Alright, I’ll be serious."

Meng Qiuyan, "Did you just deliberately expose our relationship in front of everyone?"

"Yeah, I don’t want to have to make up countless excuses to go to dinner with my girlfriend at the company. I’m not that idle. Besides, I want to pick you up, drop you off, kiss you, and stick to you openly every day. Is that alright?"

"You..."

"Hmm? What about me?"

Meng Qiuyan was somewhat incredulous, "Are you still the Qi Younian I know?"

"Of course."

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