My Fortune-Blessed Leading Lady-Chapter 27: Don’t Compete with the Baby

Yuran smiled, "Really, nothing happened; all the classmates are quite nice!"

Bo Yan’s mother gave up; her cooking was actually not bad at all. Everything she made suited Yuran’s taste perfectly. As Yuran ate, she praised Bo Yan’s mother, making her beam with joy.

Bo Yan ate his own meal slowly and with great composure, observing the custom of silence during meals.

Yuran smiled with her eyes curved and lips bright white, resembling an innocent child. Bo Yan would occasionally glance at her, but he would quickly shift his gaze away.

However, his thoughts inevitably drifted far away.

He had not planned to come back originally. The new movie was in the planning stage, and time was tight; he needed to polish the script and more.

Somehow, he thought of three days ago when his mother mentioned he should come home because Yuran was finishing her military training and coming home for dinner. It was as if by some evil force, and before he knew it, he was standing at the doorstep.

He did not anticipate hearing those words from the girl. She didn’t seem angry when she spoke. If one ignored the flowers she crushed in the palm of her hand, he might have believed her.

In his heart, his impression of the girl had always been that of a willful and unreasonable rich third-generation, brainless, all appetite with no self-control, losing all the dignity her ancestors left behind—a person who, even if she grew up straight, would definitely not be any creative or normal individual.

Of course, in his heart, the girl had always been a wayward girl beyond redemption, incapable of achieving anything she should at her age.

Every time the two passed by each other at home, the young lady’s overtly passionate gaze was hard to ignore, and he had no interest in giving her a second glance.

But from some point, this young lady began to shine brilliantly. Oh, from that time she fell from the second floor and nearly lost her life, she began to deliberately distance herself from him. Every time she saw him, she would politely and distantly call him ’Xiaoqi,’ without much sincerity, just perfunctory.

And every second, she restrained herself, keeping her distance, fostering a sense of unfamiliarity.

His gaze, following his memories, unconsciously fixed on the girl. Bo Yan looked at the girl in front of him seriously for the first time and realized that she was very beautiful.

After her brightly colored hair had been replaced by smooth, jet-black hair, her delicate and beautiful features were even more accentuated. Her lips were red and her teeth white, with little dimples at the corners of her mouth when she smiled—sweet and appealing.

A chill ran through his heart; he quickly retracted his uncontrollable gaze. This feeling wasn’t good!

Without changing his demeanor, he picked up a piece of barbecued sparerib that Yuran had barely touched with her chopsticks and brought it to his lips—Bo Yan’s mother had specifically prepared it for Yuran. Seeing her enjoying it so much, he spookily went along.

The sweet and salty taste spread through the tip of his tongue to his taste buds, causing him to frown slightly, not really liking the taste. Bo Yan’s mother questioned angrily, "Xiaoqi, you don’t even like barbecued spareribs. Don’t mess with the baby’s dish. That’s specially prepared for the baby. What are you picking at!"

Bo Yan: "..."

Yuran was also shocked but quickly responded, "Godmother, no, no, no, there’s plenty. If Xiaoqi wants to eat, let him eat; I can’t finish it anyway!"

Her mouth still full of meat, her cheeks puffed out like a dolphin, looking a bit comical.

At that moment, Bo Yan’s gaze was profound, a slight sweep, and Yuran was startled, not daring to ponder the meaning behind that look, swiftly shifting her gaze away.

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