Gui Yu suddenly felt an urge to laugh. It was the first time someone had questioned him so directly. He sat in Xi Nian’s office, with the speakerphone still on.
His thin lips moved as he silently asked Xi Nian, "I did my best."
Xi Nian’s eyes were slyly cold, like the frigid pupils of a serpent, inch by inch, full of danger.
Not turning away and paying no heed to Gui Yu’s plea for help, Gui Yu couldn’t guess at his thoughts, and could only continue to speak to Yuran, "Miss Yu, I can assure you, Huanya will not."
Such a guarantee actually carried no persuasive power. Yuran chuckled and didn’t argue, "Director Gui should know that I’m still a student at the moment."
Gui Yu didn’t know why she suddenly mentioned this, but nodded nonetheless, "Yes, regarding this matter, the information we obtained did state so."
Yuran took her time, "Then Director Gui must have also heard from Director Lin that I squeeze out time to film;
In other words, I can’t guarantee my availability on set;
The most important thing for me now is to graduate smoothly, so I’m sorry, I’m afraid I’ll have to disappoint Huanya’s kind intentions;
Should there be an opportunity to cooperate in the future, I hope Huanya doesn’t forget about me. I’m sorry."
This candid refusal was so embarrassing that Gui Yu found himself unable to come up with any words of persuasion. He could feel that Yuran was not playing hard to get.
Her true refusal to come to Huanya for an audition, even for a leading role.
"Give me the phone..."
Xi Nian snatched the phone from Gui Yu’s hands, placed it in front of himself, and began, "Miss Yu, I am Xi Nian, you once hit my car."
Was her luck really that good? To randomly crash into a big shot.
"I am very sorry about hitting your car," Yuran quickly recovered from the shock and hurriedly said, realizing only then that Qi Younian had previously remarked that the name Xi Nian sounded familiar.
My goodness, is the world really this small?
"Miss Yu, I still hope you will come to Huanya for an audition. Have you read the script?"
Truth be told, someone of Xi Nian’s status should not normally need to inquire about this personally. On one hand, it was a sign of high regard, but it made Yuran even more uneasy.
She frowned, rejecting once again, "Thank you for Huanya’s recognition, but I feel I’m not up to the task for the leading role in this drama."
Xi Nian paused briefly, yet he still didn’t give up persuading, "I still hope Miss Yu will consider it. We will give you time."
"There’s no need," Yuran replied almost without hesitation, "My studies take precedence."
This conversation ended on a discordant note, with neither side having convinced the other. After hanging up the phone, Qi Younian added with interest, "Why such a straightforward rejection?
To put it another way, Huanya’s investments are definitely on par with Diyang’s, both involve big productions and big investments;
The rate of return is naturally high, and essentially, all the lead actresses in Huanya-funded movies have made it big. You should know this."
Yuran nodded, "I know, but that doesn’t change the fact that I have no interest in the other party."
Kang Zhenyu, Qi Younian: "..."
That evening, when Bo Yan returned home, he discussed the matter with Yuran. Bo Yan stopped the motion of picking vegetables and chuckled, "What are you thinking?"
Yuran didn’t catch the implication in his words, looking perplexed. Bo Yan couldn’t help but chuckle, walking over to the young girl and ruffling her hair, "Do you want to act in a Huanya-funded film?"
She shook her head. From the very beginning, she hadn’t planned to take on any films alongside her studies; first, she wanted to have a child, and second, she intended to complete her studies properly.
Everyone has their own aspirations. Starting over, she was clear about what she needed: not to live as the product of her emotions. Hatred wouldn’t make her the person she wanted to be.
She wanted revenge, but it wasn’t all she ever thought about.
So, from the start, Yuran followed her own pace, taking it slow, step by step.
Her refusal didn’t surprise Bo Yan, who just smiled with interest, "So, baby, what do you want to do?"
"Have a baby first." She looked up with a smile, her arms encircling his waist, "Qi Younian, let’s go to the hospital and ask, okay?"
"You..." For a moment, Bo Yan was at a loss for words, initially thinking the girl was being whimsical, but he soon realized she was serious.
He was torn between laughter and tears, playing with the young girl’s hair, "Baby, are you sure you’ve thought this through?"
Yuran was somewhat troubled, "I’ve thought it through, yeah, but who will take care of it? I’m not very good at this."
Bo Yan ran the pad of his finger along the girl’s jawline, tickling her, and she giggled. His eyes were also filled with laughter, "I will."
Yuran looked incredulous, "Do you know how?"
"I’ll learn, there’s nothing that can’t be learned."
Bo Yan was confident, Yuran laughed, poking his chest with her hand, "Mr. Bo, you must keep your word. When the baby is born, you’ll be responsible for feeding, diaper changing, and raising the child.
Without anybody else’s help."
Bo Yan nodded, "A promise is a promise, but..."
"But what?" Yuran didn’t notice the persistent darkness in his eyes, her face pressed against his chest, unware of the imminent danger.
No sooner had she spoken than she let out a gasp of surprise, as Bo Yan swooped her up and carried her to the bedroom.
"Since we want to have a child, shouldn’t I put in a bit more effort?"
Yuran was dumbfounded, her voice trembling, "...weren’t you putting in enough effort already?"
Bo Yan shook his head, "Not enough."
Life had lost its flavor.
The pancake is still a pancake, flipping over and over in the pan, and Yuran felt that she could no longer have a decent conversation with Bo Yan, this beast.
Although it’s normal between married couples, going so unrestrained was a bit too much.
She was sobbing and cursing, utterly bullied, her face stained with tear marks, so fragile and small.
Bo Yan nestled his face next to hers, whispering with a chuckle next to her ear, "Baby..."
"Don’t call me." Yuran’s voice quivered, she couldn’t push him away and could only sob and beg for mercy. Her initial resolve of never begging for mercy seemed to have gone to the dogs.
Her mind was a mess as Bo Yan coaxed her to say things she loved to hear but found hard to express.
Fully satisfied and happy, he left Yuran lying on the bed like a dog.
Her beautiful eyes were tightly shut, tear stains still on her eyelashes, and her little face tightly furrowed, clearly having been tormented.
Bo Yan watched her, chuckling to himself, wondering if his little girl had any idea what having a child meant?
She was still so young, was she really ready to have a child?
The following morning, Bo Yan held the deeply sleeping Yuran when the phone began ringing nonstop. Yuran, irritated, dug herself under the quilt, kicking at Bo Yan from inside and murmuring groggily, "So noisy, go farther away."
The force of her kick on her own leg didn’t hurt at all, her actions too comical not to make Bo Yan laugh. He pulled back the quilt, kissed her on the forehead, then left the room wearing his robe with the phone in hand.
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