Having been reborn, half a year had passed. The hatred was no longer as intense as it had been at the start, but this didn't mean she had let go. Let those two enjoy the limelight for now.
Bo Yan returned to his room, ripped off his tie and tossed it aside. Through the curtains that weren't fully closed, he saw the girl still standing in the yard.
Her figure was slender and her posture tall and delicate. He wondered what she was thinking as she occasionally frowned, her facial expressions rich.
Looking at her seemed somewhat comical, and the corners of his lips curved into a smile he himself hadn't noticed.
After standing for a while, it seemed he remembered something. He picked up the phone on his bed and dialed Xie Cheng's number, "Tomorrow, take Yuran to buy a car!"
Xie Cheng, having just reached home and about to take a shower, froze at the words, bellowing like he'd seen a ghost, "Bo the Great Actor, repeat that, what did you ask me to do?"
Take who to buy a car?
"Do I need to repeat?"
Xie Cheng, "No, Bo the Great Actor, I'm curious, since when have you cared so much about the Plague God that you even want to buy her a car?"
He grabbed a handful of hair, still utterly puzzled.
Bo Yan blandly replied, "It's my mom's orders. You have questions, you can go ask her!"
Xie Cheng's face fell apart. Go to Mrs. Bo? Dare he? He certainly didn't dare. In front of Mrs. Bo, he wouldn't even dare to cast Yuran a side glance.
Otherwise, Mrs. Bo would definitely kill him.
But, could this really be Mrs. Bo's idea? Wasn't it that Mrs. Bo always made sure to personally and thoroughly handle matters concerning Yuran?
Why so sudden this time...
Xie Cheng wanted to ask more, but before he could speak, the call was already hung up.
Xie Cheng: "...This is unbearable."
Thinking he had to take Yuran car shopping, Xie Cheng lost even the desire to shower. Buying a car truly didn't seem like something Bo Yan would do, considering his aloofness, which he knew best.
But him, taking the Plague God to buy a car? Spare him!
Also, buying a car for Yuran, what brand? What price range? What model? Any specific requirements? Did he need to go find Yuran?
What if he really didn't want to go?
Alas... life had become unbearable... unbearable...
The next morning, Yuran, seeing the falsely smiling Xie Cheng, asked cluelessly, "Xie Cheng bro, did you need something?"
Don't you know? Xie Cheng's smile twitched, and he replied in a not-so-friendly tone, "Isn't it almost time for you to start school?"
Yuran looked at him and honestly answered, "Yes!"
Xie Cheng, "Your seventh brother told me to take you to buy a car for commuting. Do you have any particular model you like? Or any brand, exterior preferences? Mrs. Bo asked, so I must inquire properly!"
Although impatient, Xie Cheng was clear enough. After he finished, Yuran understood his purpose, frowned slightly, and declined, "I don't need a car. It's only a fifteen-minute trip from my apartment to the school's entrance. There's no need for a car."
First, it would be a waste, and second, the Bo Family had given her plenty already. She could do without this.
"It's that close?" Xie Cheng was surprised. Could Mrs. Bo not know? Improbable!
Yuran nodded, "Indeed, it's not far. When I bought the apartment before, it was hastily done because it was close to Museli and the school. I will explain clearly to my godmother. Sorry to have made you come here for nothing!"
Xie Cheng waved his hand, said a few perfunctory words, and left as if eager to escape, as if there was some deadly toxin here that he couldn't wait to flee from.