My Fortune-Blessed Leading Lady-Chapter 582: Farce

The next day, Bo Yan personally took Zhizhi out, leaving a kiss on the sleeping Yuran’s face before nonchalantly heading out with Zhizhi. As Zhizhi climbed into the car, he remembered to ask Bo Yan, "Daddy, where are we going? Isn’t Mom coming with us?"

"Yeah, we’re going to your master’s for lessons. Dad will take you there. Mom got tired last night, let her sleep a bit more."

"Oh, Dad, don’t always bully Mom."

Bo Yan: "...I’m not bullying Mom."

In the rearview mirror, Zhizhi’s face was serious, clearly not believing him. Bo Yan knew he couldn’t explain right now, so he just lightly said to Zhizhi, "I really didn’t bully Mom. Why would Zhizhi think that Dad is bullying Mom?"

"Zhizhi went to pee last night and saw Mom apologizing to Dad, but Dad didn’t say she didn’t need to apologize."

Bo Yan suddenly realized, the small shadow he saw last night was his son, after all; he had thought he was seeing things at the time, this little rascal.

"Alright, when Zhizhi returns, supervise Dad to apologize to Mom, okay?"

Zhizhi nodded solemnly, taking on the role of a participant, "Dad knows his mistake and will correct it. Mom won’t blame you."

"Pfft..."

Bo Yan couldn’t help but laugh and cry all at once.

...

Ao Chen opened the door to the apartment and saw the father and son standing outside. He tousled his messy hair and yawned tremendously, "So early, Drama King Bo, couldn’t you let your wife come to see me too? After all, we’ve worked together for many years, it wouldn’t make sense..."

Bo Yan walked past his pajama-clad body into the apartment, which still looked like when Yuran used to live in it. He put Zhizhi down and walked toward the master bedroom, his presence stormy.

Ao Chen closed the door and followed him, "What are you doing?"

In the master bedroom, the bed was covered with a set of deep-colored solid bedding that Yuran seldom used; he had only seen her use it once. But now, Ao Chen was actually sleeping on it. Who allowed him to sleep on it?

Bo Yan’s gaze was stern, and without a word, he grabbed the corner laundry basket. He skillfully stripped the sheets off and tossed them into the basket. Then, he opened the wardrobe and stuffed all the bedding stored there into the laundry basket as well.

Watching Bo Yan’s uninterrupted flurry of actions, Ao Chen twitched the corner of his eye, "Are you crazy?"

Bo Yan looked sinisterly at him, continuing his movements, "Her stuff, what right do you have to use it?"

Ao Chen’s face turned pale with anger, "Did you come here so early just to destroy these things?"

Bo Yan snorted, "What did you think, that I would let you sleep on Yuran’s bedding? Later, go buy a bed yourself, I’ve hired a moving company to move things out."

Ao Chen: "..."

Damn.

There’s such an operation?

Do you freaking own a vinegar factory?

The self-supply type?

Sure enough, less than twenty minutes later, the moving company arrived. Then Bo Yan directed where things should be moved from and what shouldn’t be, leaving behind anything Yuran frequently used and had touched. No single item was left for Ao Chen. After the moving company hauled everything away to the address given by Bo Yan, the apartment was left with only two chairs.

Looking at the empty room, a curse stuck in Ao Chen’s throat, unsure whether to speak or remain silent.

Zhizhi, who was obediently sitting on a chair, blinked silently, looking at Ao Chen in his pajamas, a face relaxed. He felt a bit sorry for him, "Are you my master?"

Ao Chen almost spewed a mouthful of old blood, bent down, and looked eye to eye with Zhizhi, "Who told you to call me that?"

Zhizhi didn’t sell out his own father, but innocently looked at Ao Chen, "Mom said you’re her mentor, shouldn’t Zhizhi call you master?"

"Not allowed." Thirty-five-year-old Ao Chen firmly believed he was still young, not old at all.

Moreover, master, the term "master" just sounds so grating, doesn’t it?

Bo Yan picked up Zhizhi and faced Ao Chen head-on. He said, "You didn’t have time to teach Zhizhi today, so come back tomorrow. Arrange your room a bit, it’s quite rude; you can’t even find a place to rest."

Ao Chen.

Are you a devil?

Who made me this embarrassed?

My clothes are all thrown aside, didn’t you see?

Bo Yan turned around and walked away with Zhizhi.

Not feeling guilty at all.

But he truly felt relieved deep down.

Ao Chen: "..."

Zhizhi, "Master, goodbye, see you tomorrow."

Ao Chen: "..."

Why the hell did he have to be so cheap before, saying he would teach his disciple’s son? Was he digging his own grave?

He looked at the only carpet and two chairs left in the living room, his face turning green with annoyance. A call to Yuran’s phone revealed it was turned off, making Ao Chen nearly smash his phone. Damn...

Bo Yan, that bastard, was obviously well-prepared and didn’t give him any chance to explain.

Ao Chen went to the kitchen to pour himself a glass of water to calm his anger, then he called his assistant, "Bring me a suit of clothes, address is Museli... Yes, now, immediately."

Twenty-some minutes later, the assistant arrived at Ao Chen’s apartment, saw the disarray, and asked in panic, "Mr. Ao, were you robbed?"

Ao Chen calmly took the clothes from his hands, scowled, and walked to the bathroom. When he came out, he was smartly dressed in a suit. The assistant scratched his head, not daring to speak, especially with Mr. Ao’s current low pressure—it was quite intimidating.

Ao Chen assigned his assistant a task, "Later, contact a moving company, then go buy furniture, and stay to tidy up for me. I’m going to live here tonight. I’m stepping out to run some errands. Stay at the hotel if you want, or find yourself another place. I’m going to be here for a long time and won’t be going back anytime soon."

The assistant grasped his meaning, "Are you planning on living here permanently?"

"Yes, make sure this place is tidied up before I return tonight. Don’t touch anything in the storage room."

"Yes, I got it."

...

"Miss Rose" resumed filming and unexpectedly went smoothly, without the troublesome actor, and the substitute actor passed muster. Although his face looked a bit out of place, it didn’t break the immersion. Although Catherine’s mixed lineage gave her deep facial features, the predominant Asian genes were still quite evident, so at a glance, it was somewhat jarring yet quickly pulled the viewers back in.

Catherine’s acting prowess was beyond doubt, and she rarely NG-ed.

However, suddenly some voices appeared online, saying that Catherine, in pursuit of love, opted for the least valuable film in her life, "Miss Rose."

Catherine’s true fans felt this was a disgrace to her.

All sorts of opinions surfaced, but another voice rose to prominence, posing the question: If Yuran and Catherine were both placed before me, who would I choose?

That was a good question.

The person who initiated the poll was clearly looking to stir up trouble.

The netizens online had varied arguments, all sorts of things were said, and there were many of them.

Visit freewe𝑏no(v)el.𝘤𝑜𝓂 for the best novel reading experi𝒆nce