My Fortune-Blessed Leading Lady-Chapter 611: Late Retribution 19

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Chapter 611: Chapter 611: Late Retribution 19

"I am your disciple, what’s wrong with you consoling me? On the other hand, you calling to ask about Huo Qi is what’s truly abnormal, okay?" Yuran believed her logic was impeccable, "Master, do you happen to know my ’senior brother’?"

"He’s not from the same school as you, so how is he suddenly your ’senior brother’? Please don’t call him that arbitrarily, your master doesn’t have that many disciples."

A forbidden love or something, isn’t that shameful?

Yuran thought Ao Chen’s temper had worsened, "Okay, fine. Then concerning Huo Qi, Master, don’t be so confident. What if you want to take someone as a disciple and they don’t even care about you? What are you worrying about for no reason?"

Ao Chen was so annoyed by Yuran that he didn’t want to say a single word: "..."

Yuran didn’t think she had said anything wrong and continued, "Master, if you have finished the piece, why not put in a bit more effort and adjust it according to the newly edited movie? How about that?

As for your funding, don’t worry, Diyang lacks everything but money."

Ao Chen, "Who spoiled you into having all these bad habits?"

Money, money, money, how vulgar.

Yuran didn’t understand and deeply reflected on herself but didn’t find any intolerable bad habits. It was clearly the person acting as a master being too picky and irrationally so.

"Master, may I ask, what bad habits of mine bother you?"

"Gold digger."

Yuran: "..."

Honestly, that was quite unfair, "Master, watch your words, okay? You haven’t even received the return receipt for you to study yet. If you slander me like this, you really don’t need to be a master anymore."

Ao Chen: "...Get lost, lost, lost, I lose all inspiration hearing your voice."

"That’s nonsense." Yuran wasn’t going to accept this, "You used to say, seeing me inspired you endlessly like a bursting spring."

Ao Chen looked skeptical, "When did I ever say such a factless statement? Did you hear it in your dreams?"

"..."

How annoying to have such a master whose mouth was so venomous.

Ao Chen hummed, "Just asking you a few questions, you bring up a bunch of meaningless stuff. Think about my questions, have you answered them?"

"What questions did you ask?"

Ao Chen: "..."

He tried to hold back but couldn’t, bursting out at Yuran, "You unfilial disciple, do you just let orders go in one ear and out the other? I asked you if Huo Qi helped identify the weaknesses in this film, the techniques used, exactly like something Huo Qi would come up with."

Oh, so that was what it was about. Yuran suddenly realized and didn’t take Ao Chen’s outburst seriously, slowly saying, "Yes, what about it? Huo Qi and Gui Yu together helped me identify the weaknesses of this drama. We can still patch it up, which is exceptionally outstanding."

"It’s them being outstanding, not you."

Yuran: "Master, no wonder you’re still single at thirty-five. Do you know why?"

"Because I am outstanding."

Where on earth do you get your confidence from?

Are you all shameless?

Seeing that Yuran was silent, Ao Chen, unchanging in expression, said, "I know you admit I’m outstanding, but never mind, I don’t need your acknowledgment, it’s universally recognized in the industry."

Yuran, "You definitely don’t understand what it feels like to like someone. Peacocks don’t need emotions, especially male peacocks, who only understand primitive behavior."

"Fuck... are you cursing me, thinking I can’t understand?"

"I wasn’t cursing anyone, I was just telling the truth. These days, no one seems to appreciate the truth. I’m a disciple who admires you, earnestly and sincerely, getting it?"

Ao Chen’s expression darkened, and he felt a strong urge to smash his phone, "Please go away and don’t call me for a week."

"I can avoid calling you for a month, but can you write the piece I need in a week?"

Ao Chen couldn’t tolerate this, "Are you questioning my ability?"

"After all, you are older now, not as energetic as before. I’m just concerned about you."

"Beep beep beep..."

Yuran stared at the disconnected call, slightly stunned, then looked up at Bo Yan, who was browsing through Huo Qi’s script, with a grievance, "Brother Seven..."

Bo Yan glanced sideways, only to see her pitiful expression. Though his eyes glued to the script, he had heard the infuriating words from her, and he smiled helplessly, "Ao Chen hung up on you?"

Yuran kept on her phone, her face furious, "How could this be justifiable? Does the master see himself in this way, doesn’t he reflect on himself at all? Is the failure entirely my fault?"

Bo Yan: "..."

Feeling somewhat amused, he shook the script in his hand, diverting Yuran’s attention, "Baby, why don’t we discuss the script?"

Yuran indeed shifted her focus, looking at the script in his hand, and moved closer to him, snuggling into Bo Yan’s arms, "Brother Seven, what do you think about this script?"

Bo Yan nodded, "Huo Qi is indeed talented. I’m very interested in this theme."

Interstellar, Androids, Modified Humans, Lineage, Power, Planets...

The whole story framework is magnificent and grand, with a novel theme and content worth studying; it’s a good script.

On hearing this, Yuran smiled, "I was interested too when I got the script. How about we collaborate on it as our retirement project?"

Bo Yan looked at her somewhat surprised, "Why do you want to retire?"

Yuran, "Being in the same circle for too long, it’s time to think about the future, we can’t stay in the same field forever. After so many years, it’s enough. What I desired, I have achieved, and by stepping back, I would have more time to spend with Zhizhi."

Bo Yan smiled, "Alright."

No matter what you choose, I’m with you all the way.

Yuran looked at him with a smile, "Why did you agree so easily?"

Bo Yan leaned in, "Because our thoughts coincide. It’s not good to put all the eggs in one basket, we have more things to do, waiting for us to accomplish them."

Yuran nodded, agreeing, "Like, having a second child?"

Bo Yan’s expression immediately became serious, determined and indisputable, "Baby, I’m up for anything with you, but not a second child."

Yuran raised an eyebrow, "You could also skip the process then."

Bo Yan: "...That’s not possible."

...

One late night, "Miss Rose" released a promotional trailer, precisely two minutes long, starting with suspenseful dialogue and ending with Catherine’s captivating qipao and her unforgettable brilliant smile.

The editing genius showcased the atmosphere of "Miss Rose" splendidly within those two minutes.

Although the trailer was released late at night, it still blew up among many night-owl netizens.

The trailer’s end left out any dates, instead hanging viewers’ curiosity at its peak, like wanting to know when "Miss Rose" would finally be released.

After the final edits, Catherine seemed even more suited for the film.

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