Xie Cheng let out a long sigh, "Fine, I understand what you mean. I’ll talk to them right now, but Yuran’s past record is indeed a glitch for entering the circle. However, I’ve heard from Xuan Ze that she’s quite composed about it.
I used to have a big problem with Yuran because of long-held prejudices. Since she came back from Bo City, she really has changed. Since you’ve made up your mind, I’ll go and talk."
"Go and talk! No negotiations," Bo Yan said.
Xie Cheng, "I got it, hanging up."
After hanging up the phone, Bo Yan rubbed the edge of his cell phone, his eyes deep and inscrutable. He had no impression of Yuran from before she returned from Bo City.
All he remembered was her caked with makeup, always looking like she wanted to devour him, an utterly nauseating sight.
But after returning from Bo City, Yuran was constantly trying to put distance between them, followed by himself, his gaze sticking to her bit by bit, and then he couldn’t take his eyes off her.
Whether it was the initial fake cries of ’Seventh Brother’ with disdain in her eyes,
Or the later timidness towards him while still taking care of him wholeheartedly.
In the end, it was that long series of standard operations.
Moreover, her numerous concessions for the sake of his mother’s face were things he never imagined the former Yuran could do.
But this person was the same one who had lived in his house for many years.
What exactly was different, he felt everything was different and yet there was that bit of similarity.
Rolling back onto the bed, he lifted his arm to cover his eyes, and Bo Yan sighed, "Forget it, liking someone is just liking them. I can’t escape it. But how deep this affection really is, I still need to confirm."
Yuran received a call from Qi Younian in the afternoon. Qi Younian told her that Xuan Ze didn’t plan to change the cast list and had also contacted the male lead’s party, who had no objections; you can rest assured.
With this call, Yuran felt like she had taken a reassurance pill and breathed a sigh of relief.
Then, she would be busy with the next steps.
There was an open class in the afternoon, and Qi Nian came to her class to sit in, settling next to Yuran with a completely unrelated extracurricular book in her hands, German.
The professor was lecturing above, while Qi Nian sighed below. Yuran gave her a sideways glance, "Did you come to me just to sigh?"
Propping up her head, Qi Nian said, "Yuran, I really didn’t see it coming... you and my little uncle... anyway, I warn you, you are not allowed to have any inappropriate thoughts about my little uncle. Don’t think I don’t know, recently my little uncle has been picking you up? I don’t get such treatment."
She was just like a child who didn’t get candy, throwing a tantrum. Yuran looked at her amusedly, "Don’t act as if I’ve stolen your husband. I’m very good friends with your little uncle, but the thing you’re worried about, well!"
Qi Nian instantly became vigilant, eyeing Yuran, "Don’t get any funny ideas."
Yuran laughed, "Be nice to me and I won’t do anything bad. If you’re this fierce with me, I might start thinking about becoming your little aunt."
Qi Nian’s eyes immediately reddened with anger, "You’re shameless. I don’t allow... "
Yuran responded with an "oh," "You’re not your little uncle. Can you decide what kind of wife he marries? Maybe your little uncle likes someone like me. Am I not beautiful? Or not outstanding?"
Qi Nian was at a loss for words. Indeed, beautiful and outstanding, but still no.
Qi Nian said, "I don’t allow you to like my little uncle! You, you... hmph..."
Yuran laughed in her heart: Ah, this child is really pitiful, even stammering when trying to scold someone, going on and on about not allowing it.