After their meeting, Bo Yan asked Si Huang to quickly improve the two patients’ conditions. For Fu Bairan, it didn’t matter; any care would do. But for Yinchao, he had to at least be capable of facing the audience.
Si Huang listened but was somewhat unclear, "I didn’t catch that, Bo Qi, could you say that again?
Damn, do you think I’m some kind of once-in-a-lifetime genius? Yinchao has turned into a complete mess, and you’re still adding fuel to the fire,
That aside, now you actually want me to cure him quickly? Please respect science and don’t make such inhumane demands, okay?
Baby is suffering inside, baby can’t do it."
Bo Yan didn’t listen to his drama and hung up the phone directly. His hobby was truly too unique. Yuran, who was wiping her face at the vanity, could hear his wild screams.
When she thought about it carefully, it seemed there was no error in his reaction.
She stopped what she was doing, turned to look at Bo Yan, "Qi Ge, I also think your demands are a bit inhumane, unscientific."
Is that so? He thought that a scumbag like Yinchao, with a strong will to live who wouldn’t easily give up, would be easier to treat, but it seems that’s not the case.
His complaints were subtle, but Yuran saw right through them. She walked over to him, wrapped her arms around his waist, "Alright, alright, don’t get angry. I was just saying, if you don’t want to listen, then don’t."
"How was your day at the company?"
Yuran raised her eyebrows, "I went to discuss the promotional strategies with Qi Younian. We’ve settled on two plans, ready to start the promotion, but I wanted to discuss them with you first, since you’re the expert."
"To put it simply, the first plan is to release the theme song first. This plan will take a little more time, as Ao Chen’s composition isn’t finished yet.
The other is the trailer, which could be a bit more explosive, but Miss Rose’s side will definitely not stay quiet; they might deploy their trolls to attack us."
After all, Xi Gu’s competitive methods have never been fair, and he doesn’t trust Xi Gu’s side.
Bo Yan raised an eyebrow, pulling her slender waist closer, "What do you think?"
"I prefer the first plan. It’s just a character theme song. Both of us know about Ao Chen’s efficiency, so I think waiting is feasible. If ’Miss Rose’ wants to gain the upper hand, they must release a trailer when we release the character song;
To my knowledge, ’Miss Rose’ has already been filmed and entered the editing stage. A well-scripted trailer can certainly be made.
With Xi Gu’s nature, this is highly likely. It’s all about the competition of endurance and mindset.
We can see which side loses their cool and collapses first."
"Aren’t you worried about collapsing first yourself?" Bo Yan asked with a smiling face.
Yuran raised her eyebrows, "Are you underestimating me? Am I that kind of person?"
"Hmm, indeed you’re not."
A kiss landed between Yuran’s brows, then on her eyes, trailing downward.
The night was just right, filled with ambiguity and romance.
The next morning, early on, the pair wasn’t awakened by the ever-disturbing Zhizhi but by an unknown call instead. Yuran, half-leaning in Bo Yan’s arms, nudged him, her voice muffled, "Qi Ge, answer the phone..."
The arm exposed outside the blanket was clearly bruised, purple and blue.
Bo Yan opened his eyes, filled with satisfaction, his lips still curved in a smile, as he pulled her closer into his arms and reached for her phone.
Huo Qi, having returned from his studies, made his first call to Yuran. It was already one o’clock, and surprisingly, Yuran was still asleep, and the person answering the call was obviously him.
"Bo Yan, the great movie emperor..."
Bo Yan completely lost his desire to sleep, his eyes narrowed slightly, and a sharp light burst out from the depths of his eyes, carrying a chilling deadly intention. Even over the phone, Huo Qi could feel the killing intent emanating from the other side.
He unconsciously swallowed his saliva, "Who are you?"
Huo Qi didn’t know how to explain, nor could he explain clearly, and quickly said, "Sorry, great movie emperor Bo Yan, I called the wrong number."
A busy tone came through, and Bo Yan’s cold smile had yet to dissipate. He had just recognized him and then told him he had dialed the wrong number?
Throwing the phone back, Bo Yan looked down at the person sleeping sweetly in his arms, grinded his teeth, turned over, and pressed down.
The sudden weight overwhelmed Yuran completely; she was pressed to the point of barely breathing, reached out her hand half-squinting to push him, "Qi Ge, what are you doing? That’s heavy."
Bo Yan, with unkind intentions, planted kisses one by one on her forehead, collarbone, "The call I just took was for you."
Yuran wasn’t fully awake yet, "Thank you."
Who needs your thanks?
Suddenly feeling aggrieved, "Baby, it was a man’s call. Tell me, who was it?"
With the sleepiness fading away, Yuran looked at the person above her with pitiful expression and couldn’t help but laugh and cry. She pinched his face, "Yo, is the great movie emperor Bo Yan doubting his own charm now?"
Bo Yan pressed down fully, all his weight resting on Yuran; she almost suffocated, her little face turning bright red, "Qi Ge, are you trying to murder your wife?"
With the sticky jealousy rising, if she didn’t clarify things now, she might as well forget about sleeping anymore. With him tossing and turning, she too had lost the will to sleep, her voice husky, "What time is it?"
Her hand moved through his hair, feeling slightly prickly. The early morning always brought a touch of ambiguity and warmth.
Bo Yan’s muffled voice rose next to her ear, "It’s eleven o’clock."
He took Yuran’s cellphone back, showed her the call, "Baby, whose call was this? It’s not saved under any name."
Bo Yan, "He dared not. Once he heard my voice, he chickened out immediately."
She glanced at the incoming call page but couldn’t recall whose number it was, and shook her head, "I’m not sure, I find this number unfamiliar too. I’ll try calling it back."
Bo Yan took the phone away, "I’ll have someone check it."
But Bo Yan quickly made a call to Situ Jue to have him check it, then threw the phone aside again and pulled the blanket off Yuran; Yuran exclaimed, "What are you doing?"
"The sunlight is just right, perfect for doing some things everyone enjoys."
Her already aching back felt even worse, and when a certain someone energetically got up, Yuran felt uncomfortable. She glared resentfully at the man buttoning his shirt at the bedside, drooping her pillow down.
"Qi Ge, you’re inhuman."
Bo Yan fastened the top button of his shirt, bent down, and kissed her forehead, shamelessly, "Thanks for the compliment, I’ll go make you breakfast."