Yuran still had a poker face, with even a hint of amusement in her eyes as if she were watching a play, leaving everyone puzzled. What was she up to?
The gaze returned to Bo Yan, who looked straight ahead, his lips moving slightly, "Move aside."
His voice was so cold it was devoid of any sentiment; most people would have covered their faces and walked away by now. Although Western women are reputed to be more able to start and end relationships easily, that didn’t mean they lacked a sense of shame.
After all, everyone needs face.
Certainly, Catherine was no ordinary person. Knowing that "Miss Rose" had been pulled, she too was interviewed back home. When she heard about it, her response was, "That has nothing to do with me. It’s not like I have the clout to pull the movie from the shelves. The other party should look to themselves for the reasons, not blame me."
There were reports saying that Catherine, indifferent to her own status, went overseas to take on that role, and everyone speculated it was because of Bo Yan. Later, when Catherine returned home and was caught at the airport by reporters, they asked her about it.
Catherine, with a darkened face, even snapped at the journalist.
When later asked about it, she frankly said, "Can’t I? For whom I film a movie, can’t I?"—indirectly admitting that she took the role of "Miss Rose" because of Bo Yan.
Instantly, opinions were mixed. Some thought Catherine was too bold. Although love knows no gender, Bo Yan, the film emperor, was already married, and he was a top-notch figure in the industry.
Many people adored Bo Yan, but very few actually won his favor.
And now there was one who had.
She married him in a hurry and had a child with him—wasn’t that to keep him close? What was this about Catherine stepping in, how should that be taken?
Was there a shortage of men in such a vast country as M?
Listening to Bo Yan’s chilly words, Catherine seemed unfazed as she pushed the roses in front of him, "Congratulations on the new show’s kick-off. I’m just here to offer my good wishes. Mrs. Bo shouldn’t be upset about that."
Was this really about celebration, or was it a provocation?
Such blatant behavior—couldn’t she be a little less ostentatious?
"What’s going on?" Huo Qi walked over from the monitor, stopped beside Bo Yan, narrowed his eyes, and asked, "Who let irrelevant people in?"
The crew members were all puzzled. A foreign youngster hurried over with a less-than-pleased expression. "Director Huo, Miss Catherine told me she had an appointment with you to visit the set, so I..."
No one expected a big star to lie.
Huo Qi narrowed his eyes, his face full of disdain, "Miss Catherine, I have no such arrangement with you to visit the set. Have Miss Catherine shown out."
Catherine shrugged off the approaching staff and stood motionless in front of Bo Yan, her facial expression less calm than before, "Bo Yan, do you really have to be so cold-hearted? I’m just here to congratulate you."
"Thank you." Bo Yan was as emotionless as a machine.
Catherine lifted the corners of her lips to smile, but before it fully formed, she heard Bo Yan ask coldly, "Since it’s just a congratulations, Miss Catherine, you really didn’t need to bring roses. Moreover, if I accept your roses, where am I to place my wife?"
Catherine barely managed a smile, turned her head to look at Yuran, "Miss Yuran, Bo Yan and I are just friends. It’s just a bunch of flowers; surely that doesn’t require such a big fuss, right?"
Yuran stood up and came over, standing next to Bo Yan and facing her, she smiled, "This is where you are mistaken, Miss Catherine. The upbringing you received might differ from ours, but I wholeheartedly agree with the saying that men and toothbrushes are not shared. Why shouldn’t I mind?
As a young, beautiful, single woman holding roses, you come to the set where the married Bo Yan is working, and moreover, his wife—me—is right here. Miss Catherine, with such an open approach, it’s hard for me not to think that you came as a ’friend’ with flowers, rather than to intrude."
"I can’t steal him away." Bo Yan didn’t know what got into him, hurriedly squeezing Yuran’s hand as he explained, and Huo Qi found it amusing to watch from the side.
Was this estranged relationship more concerning to Bo Yan than to Yuran?
Yuran smiled, pinching his palm, "Of course, I trust you."
No media outlet didn’t know how cold and celibate Bo Yan was.
Both domestically and abroad, it was the same.
Catherine’s face darkened a few shades due to Yuran’s words, "So, Miss Yuran, you mean to say that Bo Yan shouldn’t accept these flowers?"
Yuran stood her ground, unyielding and unflinching, "It’s not about should not, it’s about must not."