Yuran was kissed until she was dizzy, although it was herself who had wanted to try in the first place, why did it end up being Bo Yan trying her out?
Yuran attended her classes daily, always punctual, and she didn’t delay her time outside; she hurried home instead.
She had never wanted to spend every single moment with the father and son duo more than she had lately.
As time passed, Bo Yan had not taken any jobs for a long time, marking his longest absence from the public eye, and he hadn’t traveled either.
So in the fan circle of Bo Yan, something occurred.
They speculated about what Bo Yan had disappeared to do.
Some fans theorized: Although it’s been less than a year since Bo Yan has disappeared, I always feel like he might have secretly gotten married and had children without telling his fans.
This extraordinary idea was rejected by many; their reason was
If Bo Yan could ever get married, I think I could become a billionaire.
In countless comments from die-hard fans, wasn’t Bo Yan the unattainable Banished Immortal who never stepped off his pedestal?
Xie Cheng, seeing such comments, became anxious and hurriedly contacted Bo Yan, "If you don’t show up soon, your fans will think you’ve gone off to get married and have children."
Watching Yuran who was sleeping in his arms, looking exhausted, Bo Yan chuckled, leaned over, and kissed her forehead, "Then just tell them that is indeed the case."
Xie Cheng: "...Your voice is a bit hoarse, have you caught a cold?
"I’ve been exercising."
Xie Cheng was suspicious, "You were exercising, and Yuran watched Zhizhi?"
Bo Yan scoffed derisively at him, "Single dog, always assuming that when married people say they’re exercising, they mean the kind generally referred to."
Xie Cheng realized what was meant, his face turned red, "You... have no shame."
This whole thing really isn’t any outsider’s business; ever since Bo Yan got married, he’s been utterly unrestrained.
He was furious, "Bo Yan, I’m seriously discussing an issue with you. Now that Zhizhi is a month old, Mrs. Bo is completely capable of taking care of the child for you. Isn’t it time you consider returning to work?"
Bo Yan declined, "Zhizhi is still small, and needs me, Ranran too... is also small."
"Who are you saying is still small? Ranran? The Ranran I know?" Xie Cheng questioned his life choices.
"Not Bo Yan." Xie Cheng was at a loss for words, "If she is still young, why did you have children with her? You have quite unique tastes."
Bo Yan calmly responded, "I just like it that way, what about it?"
Xie Cheng felt like smashing his phone, "Stop messing around with me, when exactly do you plan to return to work?"
"I’m also being serious. Until Yuran graduates, I’ll try not to work. Just turn down any scripts you have on hand for me. I’m not joking."
Xie Cheng, "So, I have over two years of holiday, do I?"
Which artist is so willful? Wouldn’t he essentially be acting as a full-time housewife? Did he and Yuran somehow swap roles?
This news quickly spread in their closely-knit small group chat. Situ Jue and others expressed serious disbelief; this was absolutely not the Bo Yan they knew. This identity as a family man really didn’t suit him at all.
Gao Can hurriedly shared the matter with Si Yao, who looked as if he was too high-ranked to care. Gao Can’s brow twitched, "Boss, you can’t start acting like Xiaoqi."
Si Yao chuckled twice, "For the next three years, you will handle things here for me, as I need to make a trip to South Africa."
Gao Can instinctively thought of someone but didn’t dare to say it out loud. Si Yao’s eyes darkened, carrying a hint of fierce energy, "To find someone."
Gao Can quickly said, "Boss, I don’t think I’m capable enough to take over for you. Maybe we should stick to our own roles, and I can go look for the person for you."
Si Yao sneered, "Are you her match? Can you beat her?"
Gao Can’s complexion lost its rosiness, turning extremely pale, "No, I can’t."
Si Yao, "So isn’t it good just to stay here and live well?"
Gao Can: "..." I can’t argue with you, you’re the most formidable.
As days went by, Yuran did not interfere with Bo Yan’s decisions, just as Bo Yan supported her choices without interfering. The two of them accompanied Zhizhi as he grew up, their relationship becoming more tender and affectionate.
Bo Yan’s mother would come to the Platinum Imperial Palace every few days to see Zhizhi. Even though she saw him often, she felt Zhizhi was growing up fast, and as he grew taller, his limbs became more flexible.
His smile grew rare, making him look more like a little old man.
Bo Yan was preparing dinner in the kitchen while Yuran jokingly asked his mother, "Mom, was Xiaoqi when he was young? Carved and chiseled, yet always with a straight face?"
Bo Yan’s mother laughed and picked up Zhizhi from Ruanruan’s soft carpet, feeling the weight in her arms, "Exactly, but our Zhizhi smiles much more. Xiaoqi never smiled when he was a child."
Yuran watched the busy Bo Yan and smiled even more brilliantly, "So even teasing him didn’t work?"
Bo Yan’s mother nodded, "No, when Zhizhi is happy, he smiles in a way that’s very endearing. Xiaoqi was so solemn back then, never cried or made a fuss, always looking like a little old man to the point where I thought his facial muscles were paralyzed."
Yuran laughed, leaning on Bo Yan’s mother’s shoulder, shaking like a leaf, and stretched out her hand to play with her son’s cheek, "Zhizhi, did you hear that? You can’t be like your dad."
In the living room filled with joy, it was hard to ignore the laughter. Seeing Yuran leaning on his mother’s shoulder, laughing uncontrollably, Bo Yan shook his head with a look of utter adoration.
In the past, he never dared to dream of such a life, but now, he had it all.
Bo Yan’s mother’s loving eyes settled on Yuran, "Baby, thank you for giving Xiaoqi a home. I was really worried about him, but since he’s been with you, Xiaoqi seems much more vibrant."
Yuran quickly smiled, "Mom, I should be thanking you and Xiaoqi. Without Xiaoqi, I wouldn’t be who I am today."
Bo Yan’s mother smiled, "I never expected that Xiaoqi could bring up the child so well."
Speaking of this, Yuran felt somewhat guilty, "Mom, I haven’t been much help, do you think I’m useless?"
Bo Yan’s mother was shocked, "Why would I? Baby, don’t overthink it. I didn’t mean anything by my words, just an observation—looking beautiful is enough, isn’t it?
Xiaoqi handles the rest; you don’t need to worry about it, that’s what he’s supposed to do;
A wife is brought home to be cherished, and I see that he’s doing fine with Zhizhi;
He treats you well too, which comforts and satisfies me."
Bo Yan’s mother always pampered her, which she knew well, but the repeated confirmation still moved her. She hugged Bo Yan’s mother, leaning against her, "Mom, thank you and Dad for being so accommodating to me, and not minding my past..."
"Baby, we don’t need to speak of the past. As long as you are happy now, that’s what matters, you know?"
Zhizhi’s large eyes wandered, occasionally putting his hand in his mouth, lively and energetic, with expressive features.