My Fortune-Blessed Leading Lady-Chapter 36: Pretending to be Strong?

One could say that Fu Yuran had brought in eighty percent of the revenue for Yinran Entertainment. If "Empress of a Generation" had been completed by Fu Yuran, the company should have been able to go public and make money this year. However, Fu Yuran was dead.

In order to maintain the image of Yinran Entertainment, his image, Bairan’s image, for the past half year, Yinran Entertainment had hardly taken on any external business.

Lin Chen’s songs had exploded in popularity, bringing significant income to Yinran Entertainment. Asking him to give up this income now, what’s the difference between that and cutting one’s own flesh?

"Find a way to get in touch with this Yuran. I want to meet her!" Yinchao instructed.

The head of the public relations department was startled and then shook his head, "Boss, this is not appropriate. Yuran is in the Bo Family, and the Bo Family... We can’t afford to provoke them!"

The Bo Family was an empire, an immovable colossal entity. Who would dare to mess with it?

A fist slammed on the table, and Yinchao, red-faced and short of breath with anger, said, "This good-for-nothing that causes more problems than solutions, minimize the losses as much as possible. If it really comes to it, just cut it loose!"

The head of the public relations department was stunned and then nodded, "Yes, President Yin, I understand!"

Yinchao added, "As much as possible, get in touch with this Yuran!"

After all, Lin Chen was still making money right now.

"Yes!"

...

That very night, when Yuran came downstairs for dinner, she was full of vigor, showing no sign of emotional strain. Bo Yan’s gaze fell on her face and then moved away. Bo’s mother watched Yuran with a smile, "Baby, are you getting used to living at your Brother Seven’s place?"

Huh?

Yuran’s hand, holding the chopsticks, suddenly tensed, and then she smiled, her eyes curving into crescents, as she picked up a piece of food for Bo’s mother, "Godmother, it’s very good. The house is big, the space is big, it’s especially nice!"

Bo Yan was at a loss for words, his gaze fixed on Yuran who had been swept out of his house earlier that day, wondering how she could so confidently spout nonsense: "..."

Bo’s mother nodded, her eyes filled with relief as she looked at her, "Then, should Godmother come visit you sometime? Maybe cook you something? Is there anything you’re lacking?"

"No, no, no..." Yuran startled, quickly refusing. But the next second, she felt that was too obvious and, taking Bo’s mother’s hand, she pleaded softly, "Godmother, I’ll be staying at the school for a short while. School has just started, there’s a lot to do. When I’m done, I’ll come back to see you, okay? It’s quite tiring for you to go over to Brother Seven’s place. I’m grown up now; I can take care of myself. Besides, I’ve been living there for so long, there’s nothing I lack, everything is pretty good."

Bo’s mother glanced at them suspiciously for a moment, her eyes sweeping over both before she changed the subject, turning to Bo Yan, "Xiaoqi, is Baby really still staying at your place?"

Bo Yan wasn’t good at lying; his expression was impassive, leaving his thoughts unclear. Bo’s mother was angry, "I’m talking to you!"

Yuran hurriedly interjected, "Godmother, Godmother, Brother Seven has been so busy he hasn’t returned, and he doesn’t even know I’ve been staying at his place!"

"Really?" Although something seemed off in her explanation, Bo’s mother didn’t have the heart to refute Yuran. Despite her suspicions, she did not pursue the matter further.

Yuran breathed a sigh of relief and returned to her seat, eating her meal with a worried heart, chewing as if it were wax. Yet while answering Bo’s mother’s questions, she still smiled, her eyes curving into crescents, "Yes!"

The atmosphere at the dinner table was good; Bo’s mother asked and Yuran answered, with only Bo Yan remaining silent and focused on his meal. His gaze occasionally lingered on Yuran’s face, but his thoughts were on the message Xie Cheng had passed on to him half an hour before the meal.

Watching the smiling girl, he couldn’t help but wonder, could she really not be sad?

Or was she just pretending to be strong?

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