Yuran thought that if Bo Yan ever fell for someone, that person would find it incredibly difficult to escape. No matter how much they wanted to guard their heart, they would, to some extent, be moved.
Even though Bo Yan confessed on his own accord and then let her return to her room, he still added one more thing behind her, "If you don’t mind, we could actually... share a bed?"
She stumbled for a moment, biting back her words with clenched teeth before quickly running back to her room and double-locking the door.
She could still hear Bo Yan’s uninhibited laughter even after closing the door.
The Diyang ’Run till Your Legs Break’ Minion Team, total number of members: three.
[Xie Cheng: Can you guys believe it? Someone actually wants to sleep their way to the top with Bo Yan, and the key point is that I didn’t even notice.]
[Gao Can: Good people live a peaceful life, may you rest in peace @Xie Cheng]
[Qi Feng: How much paper money do you need? Don’t be shy, just tell me, I’ll sell my pot and iron to provide enough @Xie Cheng, whatever you want for the funeral, don’t hesitate to ask, bro, I won’t be stingy.]
Seeing Qi Feng’s post shook Xie Cheng’s hand gripping his phone, making him tremble with anger as he furiously typed out a response.
[Xie Cheng: You heartless bastards, just you wait, if I don’t make you kneel and sing Conquest, I’ll take your surname.]
[Gao Can: @Xie Cheng, thank you so much. I’m worried that if you, grandson, called me grandpa, my ancestors’ coffin boards wouldn’t be able to stand their resentment, spare me please.]
[Qi Feng: I was thinking of leaving you some face, not to be too harsh, but you really don’t know what’s good for you. Do you remember the bet last year in Country M? You still owe us three songs of Conquest, right? @Xie Cheng]
[Gao Can: Hahahahahaha... right, I had forgotten about that. Xie Cheng, you still owe us three songs of Conquest from last year. You can’t just weasel out of that. A real man keeps his word, don’t talk nonsense.]
This is just great, he was barely acquainted with talking nonsense anymore. Is that how you use the phrase? As a person of impure blood, can you not mess up our cultural treasures?
If you can’t speak properly, just shut up.
[Xie Cheng: Damn it, why am I wasting my time arguing with you guys late at night.]
[Gao Can: You’re just not skilled enough in your job. If you keep fooling around , you think Bo Yan won’t fire you tomorrow?]
Gao Can, as someone of mixed heritage, grew up overseas and was particularly fond of using idioms, yet he was a half-baked user, often causing both laughter and annoyance but resolutely refused to change.
[Qi Feng: Conscience of heaven and earth, I think Bo Yan has been disliking him for a long time and has been wanting to fire him. Do you know, Gao Can, he actually disdained Bo Yan’s future wife, how courageous he must be to do something that shocks both heaven and earth?]
[Gao Can: It hasn’t been easy for you to live up to now, Xie Cheng.]
He wanted to find some comfort, but it turned out he was the most pathetic one.
Xie Cheng, frustrated, exited the chat and tossed his phone aside, lying down despondently.
Was his attitude towards Yuran deliberate? Could you really change your opinion of someone who’s been a jerk in front of you for so long? It’s really...
Life had become unbearable.
In the company, a high-caliber team was responsible for Bo Yan’s matters. Each member was an elite among elites. Although Xie Cheng often seemed careless, he wouldn’t have been able to work with Bo Yan for so many years if his business capabilities were truly weak.
Thus, the previous night’s online uproar about the big movie star hitting someone took a twist the next day.
Diyang disliked crafting artificial public personas for its artists because they could easily crumble.
Unless the actor specifically requested it, the contract would expressly state: If the public persona collapses, it has nothing to do with the company, and the actor is to resolve subsequent issues on their own.
Therefore, across the board, Diyang’s artists have always given the audience one impression: upfront and tough.