"Slow down a bit."
"Got it." Xin Xuanlai not only slowed down but also thoughtfully activated the privacy screen.
He truly was an excellent assistant, like a worm in the chairman's gut, always understanding his boss's needs, thoughtful and considerate. He was so touched.
The car stopped steadily outside the apartment.
"Boss, we're here."
Wen Zhiyan glanced at the apartment's appearance from the outside, then looked at Xin Xuanlai expressionlessly.
His gaze felt like a bucket of cold water poured over Xin Xuanlai's head.
He blinked nervously, "Boss, it's quite late today. The young master might have already fallen asleep. If we rush back to the Imperial Garden, you won't get enough rest either."
Yes, the reason they were able to go to the hotel to find the lady today was largely because the young master, seeing that the lady hadn't returned for a long time, was unhappy and wanted the chairman to take him to find her. Moreover, they had received a call from the bodyguard saying someone intended to frame the lady.
Then, seeing the lady dare to approach Master Wen so boldly, he was happy for Master Wen and wanted to give him a little boost.
But…
Had he gone too far?
Seeing his boss staring at him without saying a word, Xin Xuanlai's little schemes turned to ice in his heart.
Wuwuwu.
Help me, he only wanted to give a simple assist. Don't treat him like this. He's still just a child.
Just as Xin Xuanlai was about to crumble under the pressure of that gaze, the lady, who had been fast asleep, stirred.
"Ah, we're here? So fast today?" Fang Miaomiao saw the car stop, twisted her neck, and smiled sheepishly at Wen Zhiyan, who had somehow become her tool again, "Um, I'm sorry, I didn't expect myself to fall asleep and then... I apologize profusely."
After speaking, Fang Miaomiao, lacking any pretense, got out of the car.
Her demeanor was that of someone fleeing in a hurry, which pleased a certain tool in the car behind her.
She couldn't understand why, after falling asleep, she always ended up climbing onto Wen Zhiyan. Sleeping in bed was one thing; she could at least find a reason of comfortable sleep in bed to convince herself.
But now? She couldn't explain it. She didn't dare to face Wen Zhiyan anymore. Ahhh, what to do.
Wait a minute, this road?
Fang Miaomiao only then realized.
This wasn't the Imperial Garden.
Fang Miaomiao's mouth twitched: She couldn't understand it. In her previous life, she was quite intelligent, but as soon as she encountered Wen Zhiyan, her mind seemed to go AWOL.
Was she bewitched?
"Madam, Madam."
Fang Miaomiao: Please, stop calling. She didn't know how to face Wen Zhiyan.
Unfortunately, her body seemed to be disobedient, stopping to wait for the two behind her.
"Madam, I have very important matters to attend to later, so I'll be leaving Master Wen in your hands."
After saying this, without waiting for Fang Miaomiao's agreement, he seized the opportunity while her eyes were closed in confusion, handed over the heavy responsibility, and slipped away.
Fang Miaomiao: ...
Could she ask Wen Zhiyan to deduct Xin Xuanlai's salary?
"Can we go up now?" Wen Zhiyan acted as if he had forgotten what happened in the car. "I have a very important meeting tomorrow, so I want to rest early."
"Yes, yes."
They went up to the 8th-floor apartment.
Fang Miaomiao asked Wen Zhiyan to wash up first.
She looked at the surrounding furnishings, very familiar, as if she had lived here before.
The apartment was a normal five bedrooms, two living rooms.
Three bedrooms, each with an en-suite bathroom and a study. The decor was simple and fresh, giving a very comfortable feeling.
Fang Miaomiao slumped onto the sofa, habitually taking out her phone to check trending topics.
She scrolled.
And scrolled again.
There were no trending topics about the October Hotel, nor about Wang Jiahui.
She didn't know how that driver punished Wang Jiahui and Manager Li in the end.
After scrolling through the trending topics, she checked her private messages.
Well…
How to put it? It was terrible. 99 out of 100 private messages were scolding her, and one was a news article.
Shaking her head helplessly, she had complained about the original owner's reputation countless times.
She didn't know how she had offended that antis in her previous life.
While Fang Miaomiao was daydreaming, there was a loud crash from the bathroom.
She quickly got up and knocked on the bathroom door, "Wen Zhiyan, what happened?"
Hearing the girl's voice outside, filled with unconscious anxiety, Wen Zhiyan immediately calmed himself, "I'm fine, just dropped the shower gel bottle."
Just now, was it his illusion? He had a feeling that his legs, which had lost all sensation, suddenly felt itchy.
Although it was only for a second, he still perceived it.
When he sensed it, he panicked and raised his hand to slap his legs.
As expected, there was no pain.
It was as if that moment just now was an illusion.
This was why he lost his composure and accidentally dropped the bottle on the floor.
So, was it really his illusion?
Years ago, he had been given a death sentence by the hospital. His legs would never recover.
Thinking of this, Wen Zhiyan let out a self-mocking laugh: What was he fantasizing about? A cripple still hoping for a miracle to stand up again someday?
A joke, a joke, a huge joke.
Shaking his head, Wen Zhiyan hid his emotions, picked up the nearby bath towel, wiped himself dry, and skillfully put on his bathrobe.
He pushed open the bathroom door.
"What are you doing here?"
"I was afraid you might encounter some danger." Fang Miaomiao pointed to the bathroom. "So I waited outside."
Anyway, she was playing on her phone anywhere. By staying outside the bathroom, she could quickly get in if anything happened inside.
After all, he was her favorite paper man, and now her backer. She had to take good care of him.
"I'm fine." Wen Zhiyan saw that the concern in her eyes was not feigned, and the gloom and irritation in his heart lessened considerably.
"That's good." Fang Miaomiao reached out and pushed Wen Zhiyan's wheelchair, taking him back to the bedroom.
Then she tidied up the shower gel bottle that had fallen on the floor in the bathroom and simply washed up before returning to her own room.
However, lying in bed, she tossed and turned, unable to sleep.
She just felt something was missing, but she couldn't say what it was.
Meanwhile, in the other bedroom, Wen Zhiyan, who should have fallen asleep long ago, was also unusually clear-headed.
Even Fang Miaomiao's face would occasionally flash in his mind.
Wen Zhiyan frowned, then finally sat up from the bed, turned on the desk lamp and the laptop on the bedside table.
It was two in the morning. Looking at the blue light of the computer, he, who should have been tired and sleeping, had no hint of sleepiness.
It wasn't until a "click" came from the door.
His lips couldn't help but curl upwards: He seemed to know something now.