My Fortune-Blessed Leading Lady-Chapter 29: Did You Write "Voicing Love"?

His work schedule involved two movies a year, two endorsements, and the occasional variety show appearance—nothing more. He was like a deity in the industry yet the most low-profile boss.

He was diligent and earnest at work; when he disappeared, he was nowhere to be found, leaving even his manager, Xie Cheng, at his wits’ end with the top actor.

Yet, whenever Bo Yan, the great actor, made an appearance, it was like a tsunami had passed through, with the heatwaves lasting three months and still leaving an afterglow, such was his impact.

Back when she was still Fu Yuran, her assistant once joked with her, laughing: "Bo Yan, the great actor, is such an easy-going but aloof person, a real complicated character. Who in the industry wouldn’t care about their exposure, their fans’ feelings? But Bo Yan truly only does what he wants, likes what he prefers, lives so self-centeredly, and yet, surprisingly, he still amasses a great deal of goodwill."

At that time, she hadn’t cared and just laughed it off!

Now that she thought about it, it really was so!

She remembered once in the dormitory, after she had finished reviewing Bo Yan’s resume and numerous news articles, she remarked with feeling, "People like Bo Yan must be the least responsible actors, living such a carefree life!"

Bo Yan’s fan base spanned a wide range of demographics; not only were there many female fans, but also many male fans, encompassing people of all ages. Yet she hadn’t expected that after her remark, she would nearly be drowned by her roommates’ spit-takes.

Everyone stared at her with incredulous eyes, "You... From which country did you come? Do you not know that since his debut, Bo Yan has always been unparalleled?"

"Exactly, Bo Yan was crowned king at his debut, and everyone else is a commoner in front of him. He’s always been lofty, never descending from his pedestal!"

She was absolutely flabbergasted by such declarations...

...

Sighing in her heart, Yuran felt like she was actually dining with a god!

After dinner, Bo Yan’s mother instructed him to wash the dishes while she went for a walk with the officer’s wife next door.

Bo Yan’s mother had originally wanted to take Yuran with her, but since Bo Yan was back, she selfishly wanted the two children to foster a good relationship, seeing as they were one family, so she purposely left Yuran at home.

Bo Yan sat expressionless in his seat, not responding to his mother, and Yuran wasn’t sure whether he would comply with the request to wash the dishes.

However, she hadn’t really expected Bo Yan to agree to such a mundane task in the first place. She thought to herself that he probably had never done the dishes before!

But the very next second, her own doubts proved her wrong. The great actor Bo Yan tidied up the remaining dishes into the refrigerator, then—with an expressionless face—followed her to clean up the dining table.

He tossed the dishes into the household dishwasher and, after studying it for a while, washed them without paying any mind to Yuran, who followed him around.

Yuran: "..."

It seemed there was no place for her to help...

She awkwardly stood in the living room for a bit, thinking she might as well go back to her room. Just as she took a couple of steps, Bo Yan—who had emerged from the kitchen at some point—called out to her, "Wait..."

Yuran turned around in puzzlement, her eyes filled with questions as Bo Yan walked over and sat next to the living room sofa, eyes intently fixated on her.

Facing this immense pressure, Yuran mustered her courage, walked over, and took a seat opposite him, "Brother Qi!"

"Did you write ’Voicing Love’?" He cut straight to the chase without any preamble. Yuran was taken aback. She hadn’t paid attention before, but now she was somewhat certain they had overheard her phone call.

"Yes!"

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