Bo Yan had just finished filming when his agent, Xie Cheng, hurried over with a phone in hand and handed it to him, "There's been an accident!"
At this, Bo Yan's eyebrows, slanted into his temples, raised slightly, and he furrowed his delicate features without taking his own phone, and said in a concise manner, "What happened?"
Xie Cheng's eyes revealed a trace of disgust as he said reluctantly, "What else could it be? That sister of yours who's staying at your place, haha... what a piece of work.
A few days ago, she was hanging out with some riffraff in Bo City. She fell from the second floor and is still unconscious. They called your old mansion, and your mother phoned to tell you to go check on her!"
Bo Yan's frown was almost imperceptible, "What exactly happened?"
Xie Cheng scoffed, "What else could have happened? She was high, so revved up she couldn't tell north from south. Apparently, she slipped and tumbled down herself.
They're all just lowlifes; they got scared and scattered quickly; nobody cared about her. It was the bar owner who found her and called for an ambulance. It's a good thing nobody knows your relationship with her, otherwise, she would've dragged you down with her!"
Xie Cheng couldn't hide his utter disdain for the person he was speaking about. Even though she was a rich second-generation, she was definitely the kind that couldn't be propped up. In the capital, she had a bad reputation for smoking, drinking, fighting, racing, and neglecting her duties, relying on the Bo Family to do whatever she pleased.
From the age of twelve when she entered the Bo Family, they've wiped her behind countless times, but she never learned her lesson and kept making the same mistakes.
The shame she brought was one thing, but, worse, she harbored indecent thoughts about Bo Yan, and owing to her ancestors' favors to the Bo Family, she was set to inherit a vast fortune.
Although she was an orphan, the Bo Family treated her extremely well, never reproaching her even slightly.
Yet, their gaze towards her became increasingly complex, unspeakable.
Interestingly, tracing back through the generations, the Yu Family was known for its steel-spined, valorous heroines, but somehow, it was as if the excellent genetics had mutated when it came to Yuran.
She was nothing but a stain on the face of her revered ancestors. If Xie Cheng had a descendant like that, he feared not even a coffin lid could contain his rage.
Bo Yan's eyelids were half-raised, and he seemed to be deep in thought for a long time. His brows knitted even tighter as he finally matched the name to a face. A flash of disgust appeared in the depths of his eyes, fleeting and so brief that even Xie Cheng didn't catch it.
But Xie Cheng, not being in the habit of deciphering the thoughts of the great actor he represented, dared not speculate.
The anger suppressed in his heart, however, couldn't be fully contained, and he irritably ran his fingers through his hair.
Bo Yan stood up and walked out. Xie Cheng caught up to him, "Where are you going?"
Xie Cheng was dumbfounded, "You're really going? I can handle this situation for you, you..."
Bo Yan didn't respond to him, just continued walking unfazed, forcing Xie Cheng to close his mouth and follow.
Bo City No. 1 Hospital.
Fu Yuran felt like she had been asleep for a very long time. She debuted at sixteen and immediately rose to fame. Through the thorns and thickets of her career, there were lows and there were highs, until the age of twenty-seven—a full ten years.
She lived a life filled with more color than most could hope to experience, powered by sheer effort. People said she was lucky, often helped by benefactors, but no one cared to notice what she had given up.
Yet all that came to an end at the hands of her fiancé, who she depended on for her life. She didn't even understand his motive for trying to kill her—or maybe she did, it was for the ultimate control of Yinran International.