My Fortune-Blessed Leading Lady-Chapter 594: The Consequences of Being Late 2

"The wager between Huanya’s Xi Nian and Xi Gu had ended in another way, yet the audience wouldn’t let the rivalry between the two movies cease. Just when Xi Nian faced trouble, for ’Miss Rose,’ handled well it was an opportunity, handled poorly, it was a disaster. Now it’s pointless to think too much, the main concern is how to bring about Huanya’s doom."

"What do you mean, what are you and the grand actor Bo Yan planning to do?"

"Nothing much, just some scores to settle that can’t simply be overlooked or forgotten."

Annan was confused upon hearing this. Gui Yu had been invited to participate in the editing supervision; Gui Yu, before becoming a director, had held every position possible in post-production.

Speaking of experience, perhaps no one understood better than he did.

With Gui Yu’s involvement, it indeed doubled their effectiveness. The editors also joked that Gui Yu might as well switch jobs, considering Huanya had turned into a complete mess. It appeared they were forcefully implementing reforms, but the pace was too rapid; clearly, the leader lacked the ability to maintain control.

When the rebound came, it would likely backfire.

It was said that recently Huanya’s shareholders were making a big fuss.

Zhao Shuqin’s intentions were clear for all to see—it would have been odd if the shareholders were not upset.

The old gentleman in London, who had thought that giving Zhao Shuqin some concessions would keep her obedient, had not anticipated that he was dealing with a mad dog.

Ever since the last phone call with Zhao Shuqin, when he tried to call again, Zhao Shuqin had not answered; later, she outright blocked him, regardless of how many times he tried to call.

Old Master Xi was furious and vented to the butler, "Did I mess up by trying to secure my own..."

The butler, having lived for decades, had never heard a word of regret from the old master’s mouth, but now, he was actually reflecting?

But it was too late.

The butler sighed, saying nothing.

It truly was too late; there was no chance for redemption. His sons had died one after another, even if...

"Prepare for a trip to Huanya."

In the end, Old Master Xi made a decision, leaving the butler puzzled as he looked at him, "Old master, what about the company here in London?"

"Notify Xi Ya to temporarily halt his current work, come over here, and first take care of the company on this side."

"Yes."

...

A certain old residential area in City D.

After years on the run, Yinchao and Fu Bairan, cramped in a tiny less than 70-square-meter old apartment, found their deep feelings worn away by poverty, especially after Fu Bairan was embroiled in such a scandal, he became disgusted with Fu Bairan.

Dirty, vile, shameless.

But Fu Bairan, like a clinging plaster, just couldn’t be shrugged off.

Growing mutually weary, every now and then, Fu Bairan would sarcastically mention how blind and foolish Yinchao was; after all, had not Fu Yuran treated him so well? Yet as a man, didn’t he still fail to resist temptation and commit misdeeds?

Unable to guard himself, yet turns around and blames her—where does he get the gall?

Their identities sensitive, they performed all manners of under-the-table jobs. Years of privileged living had worn Yinchao down in just a few short years.

But Fu Bairan had never told him one fact, why she initially urged him to plot against Fu Yuran.

This issue had always been something Fu Bairan never intended to reveal the truth about. However, after a fierce argument, driven by resentfulness, Fu Bairan told him about it.

"Of course, someone wanted her dead."

Yinchao felt like the woman beside him had suddenly turned into a venomous snake, and he looked at her incredulously, "Fu Yuran is your sister, can you really bring yourself to harm her?"

Fu Bairan stared at him as if he were a fool and said with confusion, "What do you mean by ’bring myself to harm her’? The one who committed the murder was you, Brother Yinchao."

Yinchao’s face turned grim, "That’s only because..."

"Because I seduced you into killing her for me?" Fu Bairan was indifferent, she was fed up with days like these as people from Bo Yan had been ceaselessly searching for them over the years; they still didn’t understand why.

But deep down, they knew they couldn’t be found, because once they were, it would be the end of them, no matter the reason.

That time, Fu Bairan told Yinchao, "I don’t know who the person behind me is, but they gave me a lot of money. I was never really Fu Yuran’s sister, do I need to feel guilty towards her?"

"Don’t you need to?" Yinchao didn’t understand, even a bit puzzled, "Apart from Fu Yuran, who else would treat you so well? When you came to me with Fu Yuran, how old were you both? To kill the person who raised you, just like that."

Fu Yuran was astonished, "Brother Yinchao, the way you put it, I haven’t killed you yet, have I?"

Yinchao glared at her, dumbstruck, "What did you say?"

Fu Bairan, "Don’t forget, we are in the same boat. If something happens to me, you won’t be able to escape either. The person who originally killed Fu Yuran, you were the mastermind; I was just an accomplice at most."

Yinchao: "..."

...

Platinum Imperial Palace, the capital.

Yuran returned home exhausted, where Bo Yan had already prepared dinner. He saw her looking pale and hurriedly met her, and since Zhizhi was not at home, they embraced intimately without hesitation and then dined together.

After dinner, Bo Yan urged her to take a bath and rest well as he regretted his plan seeing her visibly lose weight over this period.

Seeing his deeply furrowed brows, Yuran chuckled, "Don’t worry, I’m fine. It’s just exhaustion. I’ll be better after some sleep."

"Hmm, then rest well. Do you need me to help out?"

He meant helping her with her bath. Yuran’s cheeks turned slightly red, and she shook her head, "No, that won’t be necessary. I’ll do it myself, you better clean up."

With that, she hurriedly ran upstairs. Bo Yan chuckled to himself - it’s not like they hadn’t bathed together before, what was there to be shy about?

Turning to clear up the dinner table, a phone call came in. He glanced at the caller and picked up, "What is it?"

"Boss, we’ve found Yinchao and that woman."

Bo Yan’s expression chilled, "Keep a close eye on them, we don’t need them yet. Wait for my command to bring them in."

"Yes, boss."

After hanging up, Bo Yan’s gaze grew dense like ink that couldn’t be dispersed. Moments later, he sent the news to Xi Nian, letting Xi Nian prepare accordingly. At the same time, Xi Nian also received news that the old master would soon leave London for the capital, and he couldn’t help but smirk.

What a good omen this was.

When Xi Yan received Xi Nian’s call, he wasn’t surprised at all. When Xi Nian had the car accident, Xi Yan and Xi Yang were initially shocked but quickly remembered what Xi Nian had once said; they stabilized their emotions, or else they would have exposed themselves.

Back then, Xi Nian had said: "If there ever comes a day when you hear of my death, do not be sad, do not panic, and do not lose your composure. It is a signal, a signal that a game that once started cannot be ended, hibernating for so many years, what belongs to us is almost here."

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