My Fortune-Blessed Leading Lady-Chapter 607: Late Retribution 15

Yuran responded with a kiss, landing on the corner of his lips, gazing into his beautiful eyes, feeling both mad and shy, "Do you really think what we just did counts as breakfast?"

Bo Yan laughed, his voice low, his jawline captivating, "Then, lunch?"

Yuran waved her hand dismissively, "You better get going."

"Why, are you worried you won’t be able to control yourself? Sleeping with me again?"

Yuran was dumbfounded, "What are you thinking? How can you say such shameless things?"

Bo Yan smiled delightedly, kissed her passionately while holding her chin, then released her and walked away.

Yuran, who had been thoroughly exhausted from a night and a morning, didn’t have even a bit of energy left. She lingered in bed for a long while before slowly starting to curse, then wrapped herself in a bathrobe and went into the bathroom.

As soon as she slipped off her bathrobe, she noticed those marks of varying depth on her body. She was initially stunned, then her face flushed red.

What a jerk, way too rough.

From her collarbone down to her abdomen...

She couldn’t even bear to look at herself.

After showering and recalling the phone call Bo Yan mentioned, she finally went to find her phone. Seeing the unfamiliar number, she was startled and called back.

The call was quickly answered, "Bo Yan, the movie star?"

Yuran: "..."

So, was this an unintended disaster?

Yuran, "May I ask who is this?"

Huo Qi was surprised to hear Yuran’s voice, then looking at the time, felt extremely guilty, "You’re not hurt, are you?"

Yuran gritted her teeth and chuckled, "What do you think? But it doesn’t matter, it’s in the past. Have you returned to the country?"

"Yes, I’ve returned. But I need to go to my apartment to pick up some things I left there. Is it convenient for you?"

Yuran: "...To be honest."

Huo Qi, "You didn’t throw away my stuff, did you?"

"Am I that kind of person?" Yuran was baffled, "What are you thinking?"

"Oh, so are you free? When can I come by to pick up my things?"

"It’s not exactly inconvenient." Yuran hesitated, unsure how to phrase it better, "I sold your apartment."

Huo Qi didn’t seem to mind, "Oh, did you? Where are you staying now? Are my things still there?"

"They are still there, in the original apartment. You can go get them. I sold it to someone I know well. I will make a call for you, and you can go straight there."

Huo Qi, "It sounds complicated, but alright, I’m heading there now. You call them, and I’ll leave as soon as I get my stuff, not staying a minute longer."

Yuran hummed in acknowledgment, then thought to ask, "Now that you’re back, where are you staying?"

Huo Qi, "I can find a place, don’t worry about me."

"Alright, are you going there now? If so, I’ll make the call right now."

"Yes." Huo Qi didn’t hesitate, "Please make the call now. I’m on the subway, almost at the apartment, I need to switch trains."

"Okay."

...

As soon as Huo Qi pressed the doorbell, the door was opened from the inside. Ao Chen had a cigarette in his mouth and his hair was messy and unkempt, looking like a decadent middle-aged man.

Yet it was precisely this appearance that made Huo Qi wish he could vanish right in front of him.

Ao Chen also opened the door with the utmost malice, never expecting that the person standing before him would turn out to be an acquaintance.

An acquaintance so familiar it couldn’t be more so.

All the arrogance and nonchalance on Ao Chen’s face faded away upon seeing Huo Qi, and the polite smile on Huo Qi’s face also disappeared upon seeing Ao Chen.

Ao Chen scoffed, "Damn, what a small world. I buy a random house, and it turns out to be yours."

Huo Qi also narrowed his eyes, looking down, and sneered, "Well, indeed. What a coincidence. You can move out, and I will buy it back."

"What the hell are you daydreaming about? Why should I sell it to you? I paid for it, so naturally, it’s my house. I wouldn’t mind you moving in with me, though. How about it?"

Disgust crept into the depths of Huo Qi’s eyes, "Get lost."

Ao Chen ruffled his hair, "What’s with your attitude?"

Huo Qi pushed him aside and entered the house, heading straight for the storage room where things were kept, with Ao Chen following leisurely behind, leaning against the doorframe and watching him expertly move into the storage room and carry out several large cardboard boxes.

From beginning to end, except for the initial greeting, he did not even spare him an extra glance. Ao Chen’s temper flared up suddenly, without any need for a buildup, "Huo Qi, what the hell do you mean by this? Giving me the cold shoulder?"

Huo Qi kept his head down and ignored him.

If Yuran were here, she would find it incredible. When Huo Qi left here back in the day, he was a cheerful and open-hearted young man, but now, he was somber, a man whose edges reality had worn down, not showing a trace of vitality.

What had Huo Qi gone through all these years?

But now, Huo Qi’s silence infuriated Ao Chen, who stepped forward, bent down in front of Huo Qi, grabbed his chin and forced him to look up, "What’s with this attitude?

Have you forgotten what we were like back then..."

"Shut up." Huo Qi slapped his hand away, "Was it I who broke up with you? What now? The grand composer also likes to revisit old flames? Aren’t you afraid of swallowing your own crap?"

"F*ck,"

Ao Chen felt that all his life, all the humiliation he suffered was enough from Huo Qi and Bo Yan. From Bo Yan, he might not mind, considering Bo Yan was petty and wildly jealous, which he could kind of understand.

But what about Huo Qi?

Back in the day, it was a mutual flirtation, not quite love, and now they were at each other’s throats upon meeting?

Wasn’t Huo Qi also quite easygoing back then? What was this all about now? Giving him a smile and he takes a mile?

Huo Qi went back into the storage room, moving out the last box, planning to carry all of them out to the corridor. He had already contacted the moving company, and once the movers arrived, everything could be transported at once.

If he had known that the current owner of the apartment was Ao Chen, he would never have shown up here.

Ao Chen was nothing but trash.

As Huo Qi was lifting the last cardboard box, Ao Chen grabbed his wrist, "You wouldn’t be ignoring me because you still have feelings for me, would you?"

As if realizing some incredible truth, Ao Chen quickly let go of his wrist, looking worried as if afraid of catching something, while Huo Qi mockingly curled his lips and gave Ao Chen a sidelong glance, "You’re f*cking..."

Ao Chen glared back furiously, "Who are you cursing? Done cursing?"

Huo Qi, "Ao Chen, don’t provoke me."

Ao Chen, unconcerned, put out the cigarette he had finished in his mouth and took a new one, meeting Huo Qi’s gaze directly with a hint of provocation, "How have I provoked you? Have you ever overturned me successfully?"

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