While the two of them were waiting to watch the drama unfold, no formal performance had yet begun on the other side, and the netizens’ speculations grew bolder and more unbridled.
At this time, a Bo He fan stepped forward to defend Bo Yan and Yuran.
They believed that the netizens’ comments had escalated to personal attacks and were very unethical.
However, the keyboard warriors didn’t care at all, they would strike wherever it was most hurtful.
"If Bo Yan didn’t do it, then come out and admit it!" they said.
As the rumors spread, the army of Bo He fans defending Bo Yan couldn’t stand it anymore and immediately rallied to question the accusers. The Bo He fan who raised doubts had no ill intentions, but feeling sorry for causing such a commotion with their comment.
They immediately sent Yuran a private message.
Yuran saw it too and was probably startled. The tone of the fan’s message was sincere, clearly coming from a young girl.
Yuran, however, didn’t take it too seriously. She knew well that those who insult others won’t change their minds regardless of your explanations; those who believe you need no further words to remain convinced.
There was no point in arguing with those who doubted you, because it was futile; you’d never convince them.
Yuran warmly replied to the girl, offering a comforting response, "It’s not your fault. You can’t control the filth and dirtiness of others, so there’s no need to apologize or blame yourself."
A smiling face followed the message.
At that moment, the fan was nestled in her dorm room, thinking she wouldn’t receive a reply from Yuran. But upon seeing the response, she became so excited that she was at a loss for words. She had thought Yuran was unapproachable, but she was wrong.
She told her roommate, "Starting today, I’m a fan of Yuran. It’d be even better if I could become a fan leader."
Since everyone in her dorm was a Bo Yan fan, they all looked at her in disbelief, "What shocked you into this?"
The girl handed her phone to her roommates, explained everything, and they became excitedly vocal, "Who would have thought, Yuran is actually so down-to-earth."
"Right?" said the girl proudly, "It’s just that I observed a little too closely and caused trouble for Yuran and the great actor Bo Yan. If I hadn’t been so nosy, it would have been better."
"What does that have to do with you? Yuran said you can’t control the filth and dirtiness of others, so there’s no need to take it upon yourself. Let’s fight back," they replied.
"Exactly, let’s fight back."
"Yuan Yuan, isn’t your boyfriend’s family in media? Ask him to pull some strings," someone suggested.
"Diyang hasn’t even started pulling strings, so let’s not add trouble; overreach might backfire. Let’s wait and see how Diyang and the great actor Bo Yan respond, and then we can start. Don’t worry, I’m firmly on the side of the great actor Bo Yan and Yuran and won’t waver," said another.
"Me too," agreed one.
"And me," echoed another.
In every corner, small groups of fans of Bo Yan and Yuran were discussing the incident. Their interest was high, not because they believed the slander of the haters but because of curiosity about who could catch the esteemed actor Bo Yan’s eye.
They were dying to know.
Bo Yan was at the old mansion, having breakfast with Yuran as if nothing had changed, then he went to clean up Zhizhi’s table. After Zhizhi ran off to wash his hands, he came back and asked, "Daddy, are we going to Grandma’s house today? Zhizhi hasn’t seen Grandma in a long time and misses Grandpa and Grandma."
Bo Yan let out a laugh, "Are you missing Grandpa and Grandma, or are you just missing Grandma’s desserts?"
Zhizhi felt shy, "I miss Grandma too, and the desserts as well."
Yuran couldn’t help but laugh, patting Zhizhi’s head, "Zhizhi will go with Mom to Grandma’s house today, okay? Daddy will go to work. In the evening, you and Mom will come to the company to pick up Daddy."
Just now, the two of them had made a quick decision. Zhizhi was their child, and since Zhizhi himself didn’t oppose being exposed to the public, they decided to just announce it; they also trusted Zhizhi’s capacity to accept it.
Therefore, Bo Yan was preparing to hold a press conference, while Yuran would stay at home with Zhizhi.
In a while, they still had to go to the old mansion to inform Bo He’s mother about this matter.
Previously, Bo He’s mother was very upset because Zhizhi’s photos had been taken. Now that they were going to reveal Zhizhi’s identity, they also needed to ask if they were willing to do so. If they felt it wasn’t the right time, they would consider other plans.
With two public figures in the family, Bo He’s maternal grandmother had always paid close attention to matters within the circle. Therefore, when the family of three arrived at the old mansion, Bo He’s maternal grandmother looked at Bo Yan, "Regarding the rumors online, what do you plan to do?"
Bo Yan set Zhizhi down from his arms and was honest with Bo He’s mother, "Mom, Baby and I have decided to come clean."
"Have you thought it through?"
Bo He’s mother didn’t expect the couple to choose the path she thought was the least likely.
Although admitting it now was good, too much exposure for Zhizhi might affect his life. She wasn’t exactly against it but had more considerations.
Yuran hummed in acknowledgment, "Mom, Xiaoqi and I have thought about it for a long time, and we have also asked Zhizhi twice. Zhizhi is willing, and we don’t think it’s right to keep hiding;
but we still want to hear your and Dad’s opinion. If you and Dad think revealing Zhizhi’s identity isn’t good or suitable right now, we will make other plans;
Nothing is set in stone, there is room for discussion, and there is room for change. Mom, Dad, do you agree?"
Bo He’s maternal grandmother and Bo He’s maternal grandfather hadn’t expected that they would have a say in this decision. After all, both of them disapproved of Zhizhi being exposed to the public so early. But now, the online rhetoric was so rampant that it demonized her son.
Bo He’s maternal grandmother sighed, her expression gentle as she looked at Yuran, "Baby, you and Xiaoqi discuss it yourselves. Your father and I won’t interfere. If we do, we might influence your decision and bring more work for you;
Given the special nature of your professions, I can understand your difficulties. Whatever decision you make, I’ll support it. You don’t need to be too concerned about how we feel. After all, we are old and can’t manage that much anyway. It’s best that you make your own decisions."
Yuran knew Bo He’s mother didn’t want to pressure them, and she held onto her arm, "Mom, thank you."
Bo He’s maternal grandmother smoothed Yuran’s hair, smiling, "Silly, we’re family. What is there to thank for?
You and Xiaoqi must have weighed the consequences. I won’t dwell on that. The key is that our little Zhizhi also agrees. As a grandmother, I can’t deprive him of the right to walk in the sunshine with you, can I?
Even though it’s a bit early, I also feel that this is another way to grow, and you don’t have to feel sorry."
Bo Yan’s father, who usually didn’t talk much, also unusually comforted Yuran, "Ranran, don’t blame yourself. If anyone should blame themselves, it’s not you. It’s Bo Yan who exposed himself; what has it got to do with you? He’s the one who’s least creditable. Rest assured, whatever you do, we will support you."
Bo Yan, who was caught in the crossfire while lying down, "..."