"Why are you looking at me like that?" Fang Miaomiao looked at Wen Zhiyan with confusion.
His gaze made her feel incredibly foolish.
But she was just like this in her past life, wasn't she? That scummy management company only cared about draining her dry. Instead of helping her fight defamation and find evidence, it would have been a good thing if they hadn't turned around and kicked her while she was down.
Therefore, after being framed once, she got into the habit of carrying a small camera or recorder. If anyone dared to bully her, they would be caught clearly, and then she would go to the police with the evidence.
Over time, the seasoned veterans in the industry no longer dared to bully her. Coupled with the fact that her dramas were quite popular, these veterans, for the sake of profit, stopped scheming against her.
She always believed that instead of constantly framing and being framed, it was better to go straight to the police and keep the initiative in her own hands.
Later, if someone still dared to bully her, she would release all the evidence at night. At worst, it would be a mutually destructive outcome. After all, if it weren't for that "indentured servitude contract," she would have long escaped the entertainment industry.
This time was purely an accident. She hadn't expected the people in this book to be so direct, to physically lay hands on her the moment they were displeased.
It seemed she would still need to carry something with her when participating in variety shows in the future, or she wouldn't even know how she died.
"Evidence, I have it," Wen Zhiyan concealed the smile in his eyes. "Wang Qing's husband has some influence in the entertainment industry. Aren't you afraid he'll collude with others to make things difficult for you?"
"Then I just won't work in the entertainment industry," Fang Miaomiao lay down on the sofa involuntarily, her eyes narrowing in comfort. "There are 360 professions; I can always find another one to do."
Besides, she had Wen Zhiyan.
Given the original host's life-saving favor to the old man, Wen Zhiyan wouldn't abandon her. A favor was a favor, and there was no reason not to use it, especially since the original host had forced her here without her consent.
As for Wen Zhiyan feeling guilty about taking the original host's first time, that was completely nonexistent. From the original host's memories, she knew that she had never slept with Wen Zhiyan; it was all a misunderstanding.
However, judging by the current situation, Wen Zhiyan probably didn't know. Even if he did, she could just slip away later, find a small town, and live a blissful life.
Oh, thinking about leaving Wen Zhiyan later, wouldn't she need to save more money?
Ah, does that mean she still needs to be active in the entertainment industry?
What a tragic life!
What happened to her wish for a laid-back life? What happened to her desire to just lie flat?
Wen Zhiyan watched the beautiful face opposite him shift from guilt to deep thought, then to utter despair, followed by joy, and then to a look of existential weariness. A hint of doting amusement, which he hadn't even noticed himself, flickered in his eyes.
Where did this little creature come from, with so many expressions on her face?
Could she be a little monster from somewhere?
Fang Miaomiao, unaware that her disguise had long been seen through and she had even been categorized as a monster, lay on the sofa lamenting her sad fate.
Until the faint sound of water from the bathroom reached her ears.
"Ah, crap, am I sleeping in the same room as Wen Zhiyan today?" Fang Miaomiao jolted up from the sofa, glancing towards the bathroom, wanting to look but afraid to.
Even though the glass door was shrouded in a thick white mist, making nothing visible, her mind conjured up his well-defined abs.
That wheat-colored skin, those perfectly sculpted fingers.
She swallowed unconsciously, her eyes fixed on the glass door without blinking, her heart pounding wildly.
Damn it, Fang Miaomiao, you lustful wretch! How could you have such depraved thoughts? You're pathetic!
Fang Miaomiao slapped her thigh hard: "You beast! How dare you desecrate the perfect fictional character! You've gone mad!"
She quickly got up and went to the balcony.
Even when Wen Zhiyan called her after his shower, she stubbornly refused to leave the balcony.
"Um, you have to work tomorrow, so get to bed early," Fang Miaomiao said quickly, her back to Wen Zhiyan inside the room.
"You're not sleeping?"
"I, ha, I'm a night owl. It's still early for me. You go ahead and sleep, go to sleep."
Wen Zhiyan's lips curved slightly. "Alright then. I'll go to bed. Don't stay up too late playing."
"Okay, okay." Fang Miaomiao still didn't dare to turn around and look at Wen Zhiyan, naturally missing the smile in his eyes.
Only when she heard the sound of the wheelchair moving did Fang Miaomiao let out a pathetic sigh of relief.
Alas, she couldn't be blamed. In her previous life, she was always busy with work and had no time for relationships. At 35, apart from acting in necessary roles, she hadn't even held a man's hand.
It wasn't that she hadn't developed feelings for someone on set. But just as she and the male lead were becoming ambiguous, it exploded on Weibo that the object of her affection was juggling multiple women and was even a gigolo. She was so disgusted she almost threw up her dinner from the night before.
After that, she never developed feelings for anyone on set again.
Alas, it was a long and complicated story.
After lamenting her tragic past life, she went to the walk-in closet, picked out a relatively conservative set of pajamas, and then washed up and lay down on the sofa.
In the middle of the night.
Fang Miaomiao got up to use the restroom, paused at the sofa for a while, then turned and walked towards the bedroom.
The door wasn't locked.
As if she had a built-in GPS, she found the bed unerringly, kicked off her slippers, and snuggled into the covers.
On the other side, Wen Zhiyan had woken up when the door opened. His sleep had always been light.
He watched Fang Miaomiao walk to the bed with her eyes closed, mumbling something, then sit on the edge, kick off her slippers with abandon, and roll into the bed.
The entire action was as smooth as flowing water.
Fortunately, the bed was large, and Fang Miaomiao curled up on the other side and fell asleep.
Wen Zhiyan hesitated for a moment, then decided to ignore her.
Not long after he closed his eyes, the person on the other side stirred.
By the time he came to his senses, a faint scent reached his nose, and then Fang Miaomiao's limbs wrapped around him tightly like an octopus.
The grip was so strong that he wondered if she was faking sleep and deliberately clinging to him.
But her steady breathing didn't sound like it.
Wen Zhiyan sighed imperceptibly. He tried to dislodge Fang Miaomiao, but she raised her hand and slapped his chin, mumbling, "Don't move."
Wen Zhiyan: "..."
It seemed he was the most innocent one here. Did women sleep so unrestrained and domineeringly?
Helpless, he closed his eyes, letting the faint fragrance lull him to sleep.
The moonlight outside spilled onto the floor, casting a long, elongated shadow of the two intertwined figures on the bed.
A night of sweet dreams.