My Fortune-Blessed Leading Lady

Xie Cheng pretended not to understand Bo Yan's expression and mockingly said, "Don't blame me for not reminding you, she really wants to play hard to get, just like before when she occupied your four apartments;

Tsk tsk... the keys were sent to the company three days ago, and Nightclub only notified me the day before yesterday. He has seen those four apartments of yours, which are cleaned spotlessly, truly neat and clean.

The Plague God had moved all of her stuff out, tell me, isn't this playing hard to get? Isn't it? Who would have thought that after taking a fall she didn't die, but it turns out her brain has become quite useful!"

Every sentence from Xie Cheng was filled with disdain and mockery, for he truly looked down on Yuran.

Seeing that Bo Yan remained silent, Xie Cheng continued, "She doesn't think, with such a flimsy tactic, can she even catch your eye? Psh..."

"Bang—"

Just as Xie Cheng was about to say something else, the door to the break room was suddenly closed by Bo Yan, almost smashing on Xie Cheng's nose, causing his face to change color immediately, and he rubbed his nose with a scare.

Such a temper? Why?

In a place Xie Cheng couldn't see, Bo Yan's hand on the doorknob hesitated for a moment, but only for an instant, before he calmly began to change clothes, thinking to himself that even though she had moved out, it had nothing to do with him.

Bo Yan quickly forgot about the matter, and once he had finished his scenes, ten or so days had already passed. After the wrap party, Jason looked at him with a beaming smile, "Yan, when the promotion starts, you've got to come over!"

"Naturally!"

The day Bo Yan returned to the capital, he went straight back to the Bo Family home.

A week before the new semester started, Yuran also moved directly into the Bo Family home, intending to keep the Bo Family company. However, she didn't expect such a coincidence that on the very day she moved in, she would encounter Bo Yan, who had returned looking travel-worn.

At that time, she was sitting in the yard, sending a message to Annan on her phone. When she looked up, she saw a man in the night who seemed like a deity, and, surprised, she greeted him politely, "Seventh Brother!"

Bo Yan's eyes were as deep as an unfathomable cold pool, as if wanting to suck someone in. Yuran quickly looked away, pretending to fiddle with her phone.

The girl in front of him had lips red and teeth white, and her hair had grown longer, covering her pretty collarbones. Although she smiled and greeted him, that indifferent aura of estrangement had not dissipated.

Since waking up from that accident, every time they met, she would greet him just as politely and distantly, calling him Seventh Brother.

Finding his stare too intense, Yuran felt a tingling sensation on her scalp. After standing for a while and unable to endure such a gaze, she lifted her head, her face somewhat pale, "Seventh Brother, you..."

Bo Yan interrupted her, "I heard you did quite well on your exams! Congratulations!"

Huh?

Not expecting Bo Yan to speak first, Yuran was confused for a moment. By the time she realized, all she saw was the retreating figure of the man, tall and slender, almost blending into the night.

However, that 'congratulations' was completely devoid of sincerity, and the perfunctory nature was all too apparent.

Yuran pursed her lips and didn't mind; after all, there wouldn't be much interaction between them. Whether it was sincere or not didn't really matter.

She had been thinking in the yard just before; she would be of age by the end of the year, and perhaps then she could move out of the Bo Family home and transfer her household registration as well.

After all, she was an outsider, and it wouldn't be right to keep relying on the Bo Family indefinitely.

The Bo Family had done enough for her; and besides, she had her own matters to attend to!