My Fortune-Blessed Leading Lady-Chapter 560: Insincere, Perfunctory

Qi Younian arrived with Meng Qiuyan just in time to catch up with Yuran and Bo Yan, who had already done a large loop around the supermarket. Fortunately, the supermarket was not crowded at this time, and the two were well-covered, unrecognized by anyone. Meng Qiuyan and Qi Younian found them in the vegetable section.

Like Yuran and Bo Yan, Meng Qiuyan was also heavily disguised.

To keep things consistent, Qi Younian also put on a mask, covering most of his face.

Their shopping cart was filled with a variety of items. Meng Qiuyan let go of Qi Younian’s hand, walked over to Yuran, and said, "Sis, we bought too many vegetables; we can’t possibly finish all of them."

Yuran laughed, "I’ve invited three brothers over tonight; they will come, so it’s not too much. We also took the opportunity to buy some ingredients that we’ll need later. Our house is running short on food; now we won’t need the maid to bring anything over tomorrow."

"You guys cook for yourselves at home?" Meng Qiuyan was a bit surprised.

It wasn’t that she looked down on them, but usually, when busy, it was quite rare to want to cook dinner.

And with their celestial beauty, it was hard to imagine either of them preparing their own meals.

Regarding this perspective, Qi Younian had something to say, "You’re underestimating her; her cooking skills are pretty good."

"Really?" Meng Qiuyan was very interested.

Ever since she recognized Yuran as her sister, she wanted to know everything about Yuran. Even though Yuran had roughly shared her story of disappearance and what had happened, it felt like listening to someone else’s story—it didn’t bring much security.

Now, she really wanted to spend more time with Yuran, but every time she called her "sister," it felt somewhat awkward.

Meng Qiuyan, almost as tall as Yuran, glanced sideways at her and suggested, "Now I’m older than you, so why don’t you call me ’big sister’? What do you think?"

Yuran was startled for a moment, then chuckled somewhat helplessly, "That won’t work. No, you should still call me ’big sister’. I feel the same age inside as I used to be, older than you."

Meng Qiuyan giggled, "Are you and the great movie star Bo Yan in an older sister-younger brother romance?"

Bo Yan’s brows twitched fiercely, and he cast a sharp look at her. Meng Qiuyan shivered under his gaze, quickly turned her head away, avoiding eye contact. However, his cold voice still came through, "Who did you say is in an older sister-younger brother romance?"

Meng Qiuyan mumbled softly, "I didn’t say anything wrong, did I? My sister is originally two years older than you. Even though she has switched bodies, this is an undeniable fact. Why can’t you admit it?"

Bo Yan snorted lightly, "I can show you our ID cards and marriage certificate, then you’ll see who’s really older."

Yuran: "...Deceiving yourself and others, is that really okay?"

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But at this critical moment, she certainly wasn’t going to join in and make a fool of herself, lest she end up offending everyone.

After picking out vegetables, Yuran moved on to the beverage section, all imported drinks. She looked at Meng Qiuyan with a smile in her eyes, "Would you like to drink something, or should we go home and have wine?"

Meng Qiuyan smiled, pleased with Yuran’s attention, and seeing Bo Yan’s face darken, she couldn’t help but feel a mix of laughter and despair, and shook her head, "Let’s just go home and have wine."

"That’s fine."

...

"Is Zhizhi not around?" Upon arriving home, Meng Qiuyan didn’t see Zhizhi anywhere and asked with some confusion. Yuran shook her head, "He went back with his grandma. The family driver will bring him over after a while. Do you want to play with Zhizhi?"

Meng Qiuyan nodded, "Yeah."

Zhizhi was so much fun to play with, polite, cute, and good-looking. So much cuter than his dad, with his stern face.

Of course, she dared not be too frivolous in front of the great movie star Bo Yan, watching helplessly as he took the items from Yuran’s hands and went to the kitchen to arrange the ingredients, surprised and astonished.

Qi Younian sat on a sofa set with a slight smile and gave Yuran a thumbs up, "Master of the ’Managing Husband Technique’."

Meng Qiuyan chuckled quietly, leaning slightly toward him, "Who are you looking down on? The same was said about you at the company before. Doesn’t that embarrass you?"

Yuran’s brows raised slightly, and she looked at Qi Younian mockingly. Qi Younian couldn’t keep up appearances, coughed, and looked away.

Platinum Imperial Palace indeed had an excellent environment with utmost privacy.

He stood up, ready to pull Meng Qiuyan away when she dodged his hand, "What are you doing?"

"Your sister and brother-in-law are busy with themselves. Let me take you for a walk outside. You haven’t been here before, have you? Their family is so rich, the illusion outside must be impressive. Come on, let’s take a look."

Meng Qiuyan was somewhat tempted.

Yuran didn’t go against it, but instead introduced the place to them, saying, "Feel free to wander around. There’s an artificial lake, a lawn and a golf course, and even a small forest. Help yourselves."

Meng Qiuyan: "..."

What did she just hear? Could the wealthy really be this capricious?

Owning their own forest, lake, lawn, and golf course exclusively—was this place really just a home? It was absurd.

Comparing it to her own living space, she felt it was hardly better than a dog kennel.

She genuinely wanted to go see it.

Once the two of them left, Yuran went to the kitchen to keep Bo Yan company, helping him by handing over ingredients and doing simple tasks.

Bo Yan raised one eyebrow, his smile indecipherable, "People leave and only then you think of coming to accompany me. Baby, can’t you be a little considerate of my feelings?"

Yuran stared at his aggrieved face for a while, finding this rarity quite notable, "Qi Ge, if you feel wronged, tell me now. Whatever I can change, I’ll make sure it’s done thoroughly, leaving no imperfections."

"You can’t change it."

Yuran: "..."

What exactly do you want me to change if I can’t change it?

Today, Bo Yan seemed to be in an exceptionally bad mood. Yuran mused silently, "Qi Ge, is it that you don’t like me bringing people to our house?"

"Not at all, this is also your home, and you have every right to invite your guests."

"Then why are you angry?"

"You don’t know why I’m angry?"

Yuran shook her head earnestly, truly unaware of the reason for his anger, "Why?"

"Your attention to Meng Qiuyan has surpassed the attention you give me. How could I not be angry? Baby, I’m the one who will spend a lifetime with you. You should focus more on me."

Yuran: "..."

"You’re jealous over this?"

"When it comes to you, what jealousy wouldn’t I have?"

That was indeed true, and Yuran couldn’t refute it. She approached Bo Yan with a giggle and stole a kiss on his face, "Does that make you feel a bit better? Happier?"

Bo Yan’s eyebrows lifted slightly as he glanced over at her with the two of them being very close, "Insincere, perfunctory."

Yuran: "..."

Don’t be too much.

Although she thought this, she leaned in again and pressed a deep kiss on the corner of his lips, her eyelashes brushing against his face. As she pulled away, she asked in a pleasing tone, "How about now? Do you feel much better? Is the sincerity sufficient? Are you much happier?"

"Not at all."

His gaze lingered on her rosy lips, his arm extended, pressing the back of her head towards himself, landing a solid kiss on his lips.

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