How should she thank him?
Yuran was stunned for a moment, and her actions also ceased. "Xiaoqi, you couldn’t have been waiting here for me, right?"
From the very beginning when he planned to teach her acting, had he been waiting here all along to ask for compensation?
This kind of long-term planning was truly frightening.
Bo Yan choked, torn between admitting that he was despicable and denying a fact. He wavered, his words tinged with hesitation. "If you aren’t willing, I wouldn’t force you, right?"
Yuran breathed a sigh of relief. "You should have said it was a joke earlier—you scared me."
Who was joking with you? She really knew how to find herself a way out.
But since he couldn’t insist on it, he had no choice but to silently move past it.
The two of them quietly loosened the soil in the small garden, occasionally exchanging a few words. Yuran, not knowing what came over her, suddenly asked, "Xiaoqi, do you know who the male lead of ’Glory With You, Never Let You Down’ is?"
"Huh?" Yuran thought she had misheard something, and incredulously turned to look at Bo Yan, as if that confirmation hadn’t come from him.
Bo Yan turned his head and looked at her calmly. "I said, it’s me."
His expression did not seem to be joking at all. Yuran mechanically stood up then stiffly walked towards the house, with Bo Yan abandoning his tools and following her.
"Where are you going?"
Yuran calmly said, "I’m going to ask if there’s some misunderstanding. Xiaoqi, how could you have taken this role?"
Bo Yan answered seriously, "Because of Tang Wan."
Yuran suddenly remembered—it was true, Bo Yan had more than once mentioned it in front of her, no wonder he had agreed to coordinate with her time.
Wrong, agreeing to conform with her schedule was even more surprising.
Yuran initially wanted to ask why he had agreed to conform to her schedule, but asking it now seemed a bit...
Thus, Yuran didn’t voice any question, and an awkward silence spread between them; fortunately, Bo Yan’s mother appeared at the door then, asking them both to wash hands and come to dinner.
At the dinner table, all dishes were Yuran’s favorites, and not a single one was liked by Bo Yan.
He struggled with nowhere to place his chopsticks, his headache growing as he looked at his father, who had similar tastes. As a result, both were forgotten by Mrs. Bo, the mother and wife.
The senior Bo reluctantly picked up a chopstick of greens and stuffed it into his mouth.
So was Bo Yan’s experience.
Yuran seemed to have noticed the issue, looking awkwardly at Mrs. Bo. "Godmom, why did you make all the dishes I like? God Dad and Xiaoqi, they don’t like these sweet and sour dishes."
In contrast, both preferred bland dishes.
Mrs. Bo seemed to suddenly realize, and with an ’oh’, she said, "Xiaoqi, go heat up the leftovers from this morning in the fridge. It’s a waste not to eat them."
She became even more awkward. Mrs. Bo, seemingly oblivious, kept adding food to her bowl. "Baby, it’s rare for you to visit, eat more. You must be tired from studying. Whenever you’re free, come back and see your godmother, I’ll cook something tasty for you."
Yuran chuckled lightly, "Thank you, godmother."
"You’re welcome. I love cooking for you."
Bo Yan, feeling indescribable, stood up prepared to heat up the food, but fortunately, the maid at home had already stir-fried a new dish for them and was coming out of the kitchen. Bo Yan heaved a sigh of relief and took it back to the table.
Senior Bo’s expression also eased a bit.