"It couldn’t possibly be because you missed me a little after not seeing me for over a year and decided to meet up here to see me, could it?
If that were the case, I, Yuran, would be too honored!"
The young man standing next to Jia Ziyi burst into an undisguised laugh upon hearing this, "Hey, little drag, although you’ve gotten prettier, are you losing your smarts as well?
Meet you? How can you dare to think that? And to think so highly of yourself.
I just don’t get it, for someone who’s an orphan, why would the Bo Family tolerate someone like you for so long?
If I were the Bo Family, I would’ve told you to get lost a long time ago.
And still you have the cheek to slap a gold sticker on your face. How can you be so shameless?"
Apart from Jia Ziyi, who wore a strange expression, the others all laughed, and Jia Ziyi’s strangeness was not without reason.
In the past, as soon as they spoke , as soon as they opened their mouths, Yuran’s gaze would resemble that of a wounded young animal, with a fierce air yet cowardly in nature.
She knew shame, so she would feel embarrassed.
But today’s Yuran was clearly different. Her smile at the corners of her lips hadn’t changed at all, if anything, she seemed to be watching a play.
Her gaze even held a hint of mockery and disdain, as if saying ’Go on acting; keep it up’.
It seemed as if her side was actually the monkey, and she, the spectator.
"Haozi, don’t talk for now." Jia Ziyi nudged the young man next to him with his elbow, and, disrupted by Jia Ziyi, the young man also calmed his emotions.
Jia Ziyi looked at Yuran, "Don’t you know why we came to find you today?"
Yuran raised her eyebrows, pondering the deep meanings in this sentence. After considering it in her head, she spread her hands, "Then you’re out of luck, I’ve been cut off from quite a few cards by the Bo Family because of my uncontrollable spending.
I simply don’t have the money to play the big spender in front of you guys now.
At this point, she suddenly paused.
Qin Yuyan narrowed her eyes, pressing the question, "And what?"
Yuran smiled with a hint of charm, seductive but not vulgar, enchanting but not wanton, "Miss Qin, you all have parents, so surely you’re not so poor that you need an orphan like me to give you money to spend."
The faces of the crowd changed instantly because of this statement, and before anyone could speak, Yuran continued, "Previously, my seventh brother asked why I was spending so much on the cards.
I explained to him that I had hit my head and forgotten about the money you all borrowed from me before, so I didn’t mention any of you.
How about this, I call my seventh brother now, and you help me explain?
I actually didn’t use that much money, you all know it very well, since you also helped me spend quite a lot of it."
The faces of the crowd at this moment were even more indefinable, the seventh brother mentioned by Yuran could only be one person, Bo Yan of the Bo Family, also known as Lord Seven in the Imperial Community.
Although his job was not pleasing, his status in the Imperial Community remained unshakeable.
The brothers and sisters higher up in his family could be pulled out one by one, all prominent figures, not to be trifled with.
Qin Yuyan found Yuran’s words somewhat embarrassing and also infuriating, wasn’t this openly slapping their faces?
She looked at Yuran with a feigned smile, "If the relationship between you and Bo Seventh was as good as you say, how could he have ignored you when he clearly knew you were on a downward spiral?"
Little Ranran, have you thought this through? You are now a well-known artist. Tell me, if a scandal were to break out, would the Bo Family still take you in?
Or do you believe that no matter what you’ve done, the Bo Family will let bygones be bygones?
Do you really think the martyrs of the Yu Family are still alive?
Let’s not mention the lack of people; even if there was somebody, it would just be a stone tablet.
The look in Yuran’s eyes suddenly sharpened. Qin Yuyan actually flinched at her gaze for a moment but quickly composed herself and met Yuran’s eyes.
Yuran said, "Qin Yuyan, I thought at least you understood gratitude, for the heroes who carried the weight for you, ensuring your safety in this life. Yet, you can’t even learn respect.
"Is this how the Qin Family teaches you to mock and humiliate heroes?"
Although she was not Yuran, after becoming her, those sparse memories made her acutely feel the warmth she once enjoyed when her family was still around.
Whether she was Yuran herself or not, they were all Yuran’s relatives.
And, they were the heroes of an entire nation.
With heroes to protect them, they could live carefree lives. However, she couldn’t feel a shred of respect, not even slight reverence for heroes from these very few people.
They actually ridiculed the martyrs as nothing more than stone tablets!
The reason the Yu Family only had Yuran left wasn’t ungrounded; the whole family were martyrs.
And some strata within the Imperial Community truly admired the Yu Family from the bottom of their hearts, it was just Qin Yuyan who refused to acknowledge it.
Being accused by Yuran like that, Qin Yuyan was thrown off. In her eyes, Yuran was nothing more than a useless person with no real substance.
And now, Yuran was actually able to talk back to her.
Clearly, the people around were somewhat incredulous. A young man on the far right was the first to snap back to reality. He fiddled continuously with a Swiss army knife in his hand.
He had a huge tattoo on his left arm and wore a vest that showed off his sturdy muscles. His face was obscured by a beard, making his features unclear, but one could feel the ruffian air about him.
He toyed with the knife and walked towards Yuran, covering the distance beside Qin Yuyan in a few strides, positioning the dagger directly across Yuran’s neck.
"Enough with the damn babbling. Hand over the money. I’m not in the mood for chitchat. Qin Yuyan, you sure talk a lot," he said.
Qin Yuyan was somewhat frightened by the man’s threatening demeanor. "Mo Cheng, don’t hurt her. We can’t bear the consequences. Before we are certain the Bo Family won’t intervene on her behalf, I advise you, don’t act recklessly.
"The consequences are more than you or I can handle."
Although Mo Cheng was a gangster, he took Qin Yuyan’s words to heart; however, the dagger stayed at Yuran’s throat, full of menacing intent, "Your tender little neck, I could stab right through it with one cut, believe it or not?"
His tone was rude and full of threats, and the blade even touched her skin.
Seeing the situation not going as planned, Jia Ziyi hurriedly approached to intervene, "Mo Cheng, have you lost your mind? Put the knife down. We’re not here to hurt anyone."
What Little Ranran meant to the Bo Family today, they had no idea, nor had they heard the Bo Family would abandon her. If anything were to happen to her, and the Bo Family sought to settle the score afterward, none of them would escape.
Mo Cheng scoffed, "Look at the two of you, so cowardly. Even if I slash her throat, who would know about it today?"
Fear wasn’t absent in Yuran’s heart; she was just gambling on the possibility that they wouldn’t dare to lay a hand on her so casually.
The Bo Family’s word was law in the Imperial Community. Those who truly dared to offend the Bo Family were few and far between.
She herself couldn’t panic.