Did you also invite Yuran’s friends? Isn’t this basically announcing to the world that he’s getting married? What made him so determined?
Just by looking at his mouth shape, Bo Yan knew what Xie Cheng was about to say and interrupted him, "It’s Ranran’s friend; do you have any objections?"
Mom Bo looked over too. There’s nothing wrong with inviting your own friends to a wedding. Why did it seem like Xie Cheng was pleased? Mom Bo looked at Xie Cheng puzzled, "Acheng, do you have something to say?"
Xie Cheng’s body shivered, and he laughed awkwardly, "Madam, there’s no such thing."
Mom Bo didn’t think much of it and responded, "Then there’s no problem. Have you bought the tickets?"
Last night, when Bo Yan asked him to buy plane tickets, he didn’t mention it was for attending a wedding. Now, he also felt he was unilateral in his actions, buying tickets with one destination in mind—what was he supposed to do if it wasn’t for a wedding?
Really, he was the most naive of all.
Before long, three people showed up at Yuran’s place one after another, almost arriving at the same time. The three of them had a complicated feeling when they saw Bo Yan, the superstar, so close.
He was a god on a pedestal, suddenly getting married to a friend by his side—that feeling was truly bizarre.
It left people bewildered.
Apart from facing Yuran, Bo Yan was a cold and indifferent person, with a strong sense of distance. On the plane, Annan originally wanted to sit next to Yuran but seeing Bo Yan’s stern expression, she didn’t dare to ask, fearful of being scolded.
So she sat with Mom Bo, while Qi Nian sat with Bai Leyao.
As the plane took off, they all felt somewhat foggy. Mom Bo chatted with Annan sitting next to her, "Are you our baby’s friend?"
Annan could hardly believe that the young auntie beside her was actually Bo Yan’s mom, so youthful, it was unbelievable.
She nodded, "Yes, auntie, Yuran and I were desk mates in high school."
"That’s wonderful! It’s great to have your own good friends witness the wedding."
Annan felt a bit hesitant to continue the conversation, worried that anything she said might be wrong.
A few rows back, Qi Nian glanced forward and said to Bai Leyao beside her, "Bo Yan is getting married to Ranran just like that, aren’t they afraid of being discovered? What if it’s discovered, won’t Bo Yan’s reputation plummet?"
Bai Leyao rolled her eyes and said incredulously, "Do you think Bo Yan is some kind of traffic celebrity? One who would sink once in a relationship and lose fans dramatically? Naive. Bo Yan’s fans are mostly stable professionals, some are married, some are high-level white-collar workers and researchers. In short, the fans like Bo Yan for the person he is, the roles he plays, not the unseen aspects of Bo Yan himself.
Moreover, from the fact that Bo Yan dares to get married, it’s clear he’s not worried about his fans finding out. Even if they do, so what?"
After pondering a moment, Qi Nian agreed with that perspective and said, "Yeah, Bo Yan nowadays doesn’t worry about making money or resources anymore."
Bai Leyao, "My brother told me, since Bo Yan debuted, he’s never been worried about resource issues. He’s so laid-back, it makes the hard-working people want to bang their heads against a wall."
Bai Leyao, "Because he peaked the moment he debuted."
Meanwhile, Yuran found herself with her hand being squeezed, trapped beside him, as Bo Yan expressed his discontent with a grim expression, "Were you just thinking about ditching me, your soon-to-be husband, to sit with your girlfriends?"
In the first-class cabin, which wasn’t crowded, they spoke quietly, yet his voice full of grievances still made Yuran want to cry and laugh at the same time. She turned to look at the sulking superstar beside her and laughed, "Qi Ge, how old are you to be still jealous ?"
Bo Yan didn’t feel there was anything wrong with his behavior, so he nodded, "I feel aggrieved. Do you know why?"
Yuran raised an eyebrow, "Why?"
Bo Yan, "Baby, let’s set some ground rules."
Yuran thought for a moment, then nodded, "You go first, then I’ll agree."
Bo Yan, "We agreed that you can’t completely ignore me in front of your friends. I feel like I have no status at all, that’s the first point, and the second is that the wife should follow the husband’s lead. You need to support some of my decisions, even if you think they are childish, you have to agree to them."
As Bo Yan spoke, he watched Yuran’s expressions, thinking if she showed the slightest displeasure, he would stop right there, but Yuran was surprisingly cooperative.
She quietly watched his eyes and lips, smiling, waiting for him to continue.
Bo Yan continued, "Thirdly, little girl, you are my little girl, and you must only think about being with me, okay?"
Yuran was shocked by his shamelessness, yet his innocence amused her. She looked at Bo Yan with a grin and thought for a moment before saying, "Brother Qi, shall we clarify the differences between these three points?"
Bo Yan shook his head in refusal, "I don’t see a difference. Baby, why do you always put me last?"
Sitting behind the couple, Xie Cheng, who couldn’t bear to listen anymore, said, "..."
Chills ran down his spine.
The man seated in front certainly wasn’t the Bo Yan he knew. Someone must have possessed or switched him.
How is this reasonable?
The flight of over a dozen hours had been harmonious until, upon disembarking, Xie Cheng, who had been fed dog food for over a dozen hours, maintained his typically inscrutable expression. Qi Nian, not paying attention, bumped into him and was so frightened by his gaze that she quickly rushed to Yuran and asked, pointing at Xie Cheng behind her, "Ranran, is this man sick? His gaze looks so scary."
You’re standing so close to me, are you worried I might not hear you, miss?
Didn’t your teachers ever teach you to hide a little when you speak ill of someone?
How is this reasonable?
Annan awkwardly nudged Qi Nian’s arm with her elbow, her voice almost grinding out from between her teeth, "He’s looking right at you, do you think he can’t hear what you’re saying?"
Qi Nian: "..." She hesitated, turning her head to look at Xie Cheng, and when their eyes locked, she felt even worse, because Xie Cheng’s look grew even more terrifying.
It was like a wolf had fixed its eyes on its prey, ready to pounce and devour, still with a hint of contemptuous hatred.
Qi Nian shuddered, quickly turned her head back, and leaned closer to Annan, "I feel like he wants to kill me and dismember my body. You must always be aware of my safety, I didn’t mean to speak badly of him on purpose."
Xie Cheng: "..." I am truly too innocent.