Bai Leyao felt wronged. "I’m just worried about Zhizhi."
Ao Chen scoffed, his smile carrying a hint of gentle mockery, not directed at Bai Leyao, but rather at the girl’s bizarre imagination, which was indeed too fanciful. Kang Zhenyu was also quite helpless.
Kang Zhenyu had a standard contract ready in his phone, which he found and handed over to Ao Chen for review. "Mr. Ao, please take a look at this contract. Let’s add each other as friends, and I’ll send it to you. Since you are receiving special treatment, any dissatisfaction you have with the content of the contract can be communicated to me, and I will amend it immediately;
Your contract is unique, so naturally, your privileges are unprecedented."
Bai Leyao didn’t see any issue with the contract, since for her, signing the contract was just a formality. Whether the contract ultimately took effect or not was actually up to Yuran.
The company was merely a title and couldn’t restrain her.
After signing with Ran Studio, she felt much more relaxed. She had merged her own studio into Ran Studio, and even her brother viewed her more favorably.
Did Yuran possess a sort of life-prospering influence?
Ao Chen added Kang Zhenyu as a friend, and Kang Zhenyu sent the contract to him immediately. Ao Chen glanced at it casually, "This will do."
Kang Zhenyu: "...Mr. Ao, aren’t you going to read it?"
Ao Chen shook his head, "No need, I trust Yuran."
Were Ao Chen and Yuran that close?
Snapping back to reality, Kang Zhenyu quickly said, "Alright, then it’s settled. Mr. Ao, please send me your address tomorrow, and I’ll deliver it to you."
Yuran thought that her apartment in Museli could serve as a temporary resting place for Ao Chen, so after the dinner, she brought him back to Museli. Looking at the tidy little apartment, Ao Chen was quite satisfied, especially when he saw the variety of musical instruments in the workroom, which pleased him even more.
"Did you know I was coming?"
Yuran replied, "Don’t flatter yourself. I really didn’t know you were coming, and besides, these weren’t prepared for you. I used these for a living before."
"As a martyr’s child, you shouldn’t be so poor. How did you end up buying this small apartment?"
Yuran tidied up some books on the sofa and placed them all into the built-in bookshelf before answering, "I had some money back then, and a senior owned this apartment. He was busy going abroad to study filmmaking and sold it to me at a low price. I thought the price was right and I could afford it without any pressure, so I made the purchase right away.
If you find it too small, I can find you another place to stay, what do you think..."
Ao Chen lay back on the sofa and closed his eyes, "No need, this is fine. You can go now, otherwise in a while, the great movie star Bo Yan is likely to come after me with a vengeance. I’ll take care of the rest myself. Your stuff—you can come and collect it when you have a chance. I’ll buy this place from you."
"Why?" Yuran was puzzled. "You can stay as long as you like, why buy it?"
Ao Chen raised an eyebrow, his smile slightly roguish, "Are you sure? Living under your name, won’t your partner feel uncomfortable? Or do you think I’m some sort of mistress?"
"Stop, please, no more. I’ll go with you to handle the transfer formalities tomorrow. But are you sure you want to live here? It may be quiet, but it lacks privacy."
"I’m not a public figure. What do I need privacy for?"
Yuran raised an eyebrow. "You can never be too sure. What if you bring home ladies, this place will..."
Ao Chen threw a pillow at her, which Yuran caught and threw back, "Master, you can’t be so capricious. I get it, you’ve been single for so many years, it’s not easy. Okay then, take your time settling in, I’m leaving. Oh, and don’t touch the stuff in the storeroom. A senior asked me to keep them before he left, and he’ll probably need them when he gets back."
Ao Chen looked disdainful, "Do I look like I’m short on cash?"
Yuran: "..." How should she continue the conversation when Ao Chen never seemed to grasp the main point of any discussion?
She waved her hand and walked out, "Alright, alright, I know you’re rich, you’re the richest, I’m leaving now, take your time cleaning up."
"Go, go, go, hurry up and leave."
Talking to someone like you is really annoying.
When Yuran returned to the Platinum Imperial Palace, as expected, she saw him sitting on the living room sofa with a dark expression on his face. She changed her shoes and sat down beside him, "Aren’t you sleeping yet?"
"Baby, I went to your company to pick you up just now and ran into Kang Zhenyu."
Before he continued, Yuran knew what had happened, Kang Zhenyu had explained the reason, and then he got jealous. Yuran couldn’t help but laugh and cry, stood up, took a step and straddled Bo Yan’s lap. She looked at his delicate brows and eyes, this face, she really liked it anytime she saw it.
"Bo Yan, what are you worried about?"
Bo Yan, "I’m very unhappy. Even though I know there’s actually nothing between you two, I’m still very unhappy."
Yuran hummed in response, "He is my mentor."
Bo Yan obviously did not expect this response.
Yuran explained, "Did you think that as Fu Yuran, I learned how to write lyrics and compose music without anyone teaching me, where did all this talent come from? I’ve known Ao Chen for many years, and he has always been my mentor. There’s nothing between us apart from the mentor-mentee relationship, so don’t be angry."
"I’m not angry, I’m jealous."
Bo Yan felt no guilt in admitting that he was petty and jealous; keeping it to himself only made him feel uncomfortable.
Yuran chuckled and kissed his face, "Hmm, I know, so I’m explaining to you, hoping that you won’t be angry, you’re the only one in my heart."
"Ao Chen asked you to arrange accommodation?"
"Yeah, I offered the apartment I used to live in for him to stay."
Bo Yan frowned, "At Museli?"
Suddenly, the atmosphere changed, and Yuran was taken aback. Here we go again, she thought, laughing and crying, "Bo Yan, it’s not like I’m letting him stay for free. I’m going to handle the property sale contract tomorrow, the apartment’s being sold to him. Let me finish what I’m saying, okay?"
Bo Yan’s pressure still loomed around, Yuran looked at him consolingly, and Bo Yan emphasized once more, "You’re selling the house to him, and you won’t go there anymore?"
"I won’t, I might not be able to, but the house is being sold to him."
Bo Yan was still a bit upset, so Yuran hurriedly soothed him, "Ao Chen hopes Zhizhi can learn some things from him, and I have to take Zhizhi there. Otherwise, I could hand this task to you. You’re Zhizhi’s father, you have the right to be involved in Zhizhi’s upbringing, and taking the child is also one of the father’s responsibilities."
Bo Yan’s expression softened, "Okay, I’ll take him. You can have a good sleep at home."
I can’t just follow along and wait downstairs for you guys.
But this wasn’t the time to argue, Yuran obediently nodded, "Alright, let’s do that."