My Fortune-Blessed Leading Lady-Chapter 556: Don’t Do This

The butler understood and, although he did not quite grasp the old master’s thought process, he was privy to some of the Xi Family’s secret internal affairs. He lowered his eyelids, "Yes, elder, I will get it done right away."

...

A twist emerged on the internet, providing a perfect explanation for the issue between Xie Lingling and Diyang and the matter between Xie Lingling and Xi Gu. Someone took the blame, diverting the topic—an impressive public relations maneuver.

Yuran had just slept, but upon waking up, everything had changed, which left her dumbfounded.

She lay on Bo Yan’s chest, looking down at him, "It’s unbelievable, Seventh Brother, what is Diyang going to do next?"

"Earlier, Situ Jue reported that someone paid to suppress this matter. Their identity is still unknown, but they gave a lot of money. Considering it didn’t result in any loss to Diyang, and even recouped the previously lost money, there’s no point in continuing. Why not end this on a good note?"

When Bo Yan uttered the phrase ’end this on a good note,’ the words were laced with an especially ironic tone.

Yuran raised her eyebrows, staring into his eyes with inquiry. Bo Yan’s hand pressed on her waist, pinching her, "What’s that expression? Are you saying you don’t believe me?"

Yuran nodded honestly, "Indeed, I don’t believe you."

"Why not?"

"Because my Seventh Brother holds grudges. If you compromise, there must be another scheme."

"Pfft..." Bo Yan chuckled against her neck, his breath warm as it brushed her sensitive skin, causing a tickling sensation. She squirmed, "It’s ticklish, don’t do that, taking advantage to play the rogue."

Bo Yan remained unfazed, "Tell me, what is my scheme?"

"How would I know?"

"Then why do you make me out to be so calculating?"

Yuran matter-of-factly, "Weren’t you calculating when you pursued me?"

Bo Yan couldn’t argue with that. He touched his nose, somewhat embarrassed, "Baby, you still hold a grudge against me, don’t you? You think that I initially..."

"No." Yuran cut him off, seemingly disliking his self-doubt. Indeed, she cradled his face, staring into his deep, dark eyes as much as she could, "Seventh Brother, I like you just the way you are, no matter what you’re like, I like you."

The color deep within Bo Yan’s eyes instantly heated up. Yuran uncomfortably turned her face away, but Bo Yan pinched her chin to turn her back, "Baby, are you sure you want to confess to me at this time in the morning? I might not be able to hold back."

"You... Mmm..."

Before she could finish speaking, her words were sealed by a kiss, quickly turning her from guest to host, as Bo Yan pressed her down into the soft bedding.

Bo Yan pinched her cheeks, his lips forming a slight smile as he planted kisses on her face, eyes, nose, ears - sparing nothing as he trailed downward.

Yuran tried to push him, "Seventh Brother, don’t, I..."

Bo Yan chuckled, "What? Now, don’t tell me ’don’t do this, can’t do that.’ I want to do this and that."

"You..."

Yuran’s face flushed crimson, nearly running out of breath at his unrestrained strength, which left her immensely aggrieved. She bit her lip, refusing to respond in embarrassment, but he pinched her jaw, and from her mouth came a shameful moan.

...

By the time the two were dressed and ready, breakfast time had long passed. As they walked downstairs hand in hand, Zhizhi was already sitting quietly in the living room, piecing together her complex Lego set—a limited edition gifted by Bo Yan, reportedly costing 180,000.

Battleship model.

Seeing the two come downstairs, Zhizhi had a disdainful look on her face, "Grandma came over just now and made Zhizhi breakfast to eat."

As soon as Zhizhi finished speaking, she saw Bo Yan’s mother come out of the kitchen. On seeing Bo Yan’s mother, Yuran’s face flashed with embarrassment. Bo Yan’s mother, being experienced, looked at the current time and understood perfectly well, watching the two with amusement.

"However you two wish to conduct yourselves is none of my concern, but how could you let Zhizhi sit alone in the living room at mealtime?"

Zhizhi explained, "Grandma, Daddy made sandwiches, and if Daddy and Mommy didn’t get up, Zhizhi could heat it up herself to eat, Daddy said that to Zhizhi last night."

Yuran’s face turned even redder, realizing that he had had this idea since last night.

Bo Yan’s mother watched her son with a half-smiling, half-serious expression, but there was no helping it since he was an expert. No matter how you looked at him, he remained unflustered, allowing you to assess him without a hint of embarrassment. It was Yuran, instead, who felt embarrassed as she was pulled into his embrace.

Yuran wriggled free from his embrace and went forward to loop her arm through Bo Yan’s mother’s, "Mom, why did you come over?"

"I came to see Zhizhi; I missed her a bit and made some food for you in the kitchen. It’s just finished; do you want to eat now? I can bring it out for you."

Bo Yan made himself at home, going to the kitchen and bringing out the food his mother had prepared. He hadn’t expected his mother to also cook congee, Yuran’s favorite millet porridge, accompanied by refreshing pickled cucumbers.

It was appetizing just looking at it.

Yuran invited Bo Yan’s mother to eat with them, but she refused, scanning Yuran from head to toe and finally resting her gaze on Yuran’s stomach, "You two..."

"Hmm?"

Yuran was drinking soup and looked up at Bo Yan’s mother, puzzled. Following Bo Yan’s mother’s gaze, she looked down at her own stomach and immediately felt somewhat embarrassed, "Mom, you..."

Bo Yan’s mother cleared her throat, "Never mind, never mind. I’m just curious, are you two planning to have a second child?"

"No way," Bo Yan flatly refused.

Bo Yan’s mother nearly reached out to smack someone but held back, "Don’t you treat the baby too harshly?"

Yuran’s face could almost catch fire with embarrassment, and Bo Yan looked at his mother disapprovingly, "Mom, the baby has been shy for a long time now, can’t you drop the subject? Certain private topics belong to your son and daughter-in-law, can’t you speak less about them?"

Yuran: "..."

Feeling like hitting someone.

Bo Yan’s mother gave an "Oh" and stopped talking. Instead, she turned to Yuran, "Baby, even if your affection for each other is strong, you shouldn’t indulge him so much. You have to think more for yourself, okay?"

Yuran bowed her head low and murmured deeply, "Mom, I understand."

Bo Yan was flabbergasted, "What do you mean by indulging me? Am I not restrained enough?"

Yuran: "..."

Finally, after managing to finish their breakfast under Bo Yan’s mother’s embarrassing scrutiny, the two handed Zhizhi over to her care and prepared to go to Yuran’s company together. Bo Yan’s mother easily noticed the solemnity on their faces and asked.

"Has something happened? Is it related to what’s on the internet?"

Yuran and Bo Yan were somewhat surprised that Bo Yan’s mother would be aware of these matters. Bo Yan shook his head and explained, "No, Mom, please take care of Zhizhi for us. It’s just some issues of mine that I didn’t handle well. Diyang is coming with me to sort them out; we’ll be back soon."

"No problem, you go handle your matters; I’ll take care of Zhizhi."

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