Fang Miaomiao took the thermometer out of Wen Zhiyan's mouth after taking care of him all night.
She glanced at his temperature and breathed a sigh of relief.
He finally had no fever, and it was worth her taking care of him all night.
Thinking of this, Fang Miaomiao playfully bent down and patted Wen Zhiyan's still slightly pale face: "I've served you all night. If you find out later that I tricked you, for tonight's sake, you have to forgive me this once."
Wen Zhiyan's furrowed brows relaxed a lot.
"You're not talking, but your brows are relaxing. I'll take that as you agreeing, and you can't say I'm going back on my word later."
After saying this, Fang Miaomiao chuckled to herself.
What was she even thinking?
Shaking her head with a wry smile, Fang Miaomiao turned to leave. Unexpectedly, the sleeping Wen Zhiyan tightly grabbed her wrist.
Fang Miaomiao started, looking down at the hand holding hers. She felt a bit helpless. Why was this person like Wen Yan'an, always grabbing people's wrists?
And not just that, but they were always precise.
Fang Miaomiao tried to break free from Wen Zhiyan's grip, but the harder she pulled, the harder he held on.
Seeing that force wouldn't work, she tried to be gentle, but Wen Zhiyan wouldn't let go.
Fang Miaomiao: "..."
She really felt like she owed this person in her past life.
Helpless, she resigned herself to sitting by the edge of the bed, awkwardly propping herself over the bedside table to sleep.
Fang Miaomiao didn't know that shortly after she fell asleep, a shocking piece of news exploded on the trending search.
"Holy crap, holy crap, why did I have the urge to click on this video so late at night?"
"I wish for a pair of eyes that haven't seen this. My imagination wasn't wild enough; I never thought there were such perverted ways."
"Just as I was about to put my phone down, my sleepiness vanished. What sin did I commit in my past life to make me see such disgusting things?"
"I have a premonition that tomorrow's entertainment industry will go crazy."
The next morning.
Wen Zhiyan's eyes suddenly opened. A glance at the bedside table made him turn his head in surprise.
There, a sleeping head was propped up, her body half-bent over the edge of the bed.
Last night?
Wen Zhiyan picked up his phone by the pillow and learned everything from Xin Xuanlai.
She had taken care of him all night?
This realization sent a warm current through Wen Zhiyan, a comfortable feeling.
So, everything Fang Miaomiao had said to him was a dream, and the current Fang Miaomiao hadn't left?
Finally, had heaven taken pity on him?
He looked at Fang Miaomiao, who was sleeping with her back to him on the bedside table, and for a moment, he dared not call out to wake her.
He was afraid, afraid he was being overly optimistic, afraid heaven thought he didn't deserve anyone's love.
Just then, Fang Miaomiao, sleeping propped over the bedside table, sneezed, and her phone vibrated loudly.
Wen Zhiyan's heart skipped a beat, and he instinctively closed his eyes.
Fang Miaomiao, still half-asleep, fumbled for her phone and answered.
A sinister voice came from the other end.
"Fang Miaomiao, you did that on purpose, didn't you? You bitch, what good does it do you to ruin me?"
"Do you believe I'll ban you right now? I'll make you rot in my company."
Fang Miaomiao had finally managed to sleep for a while when dawn broke, only to receive a call that practically insulted her.
She immediately lost her temper: "What does your life or death have to do with me? Didn't anyone tell you that disturbing someone's sweet dreams early in the morning is very immoral?"
With that, Fang Miaomiao hung up the phone.
Then, her sleepiness was completely gone.
Because she realized her entire arm had gone numb. Before her brain could catch up, a shocking numbness shot from her arm to her brain.
The sensation was as sobering as it could get.
Just like it did for Fang Miaomiao.
Fang Miaomiao hugged her numb arm and crouched on the ground for a long time before she recovered.
She stood up and touched Wen Zhiyan's forehead.
Feeling that his temperature had completely returned to normal, she was about to breathe a sigh of relief when another call came in.
This time, it was Sister Li.
Fang Miaomiao realized that the furious voice from earlier was none other than last night's protagonist, Wang Jiahui.
So, he was calling to hold her accountable?
Fang Miaomiao chuckled.
Without even answering the phone, she clicked on the trending search.
The trending searches seemed to be working against Wang Jiahui.
#Entertainment Company CEO's Private Life is Surprisingly Open#
#Revealing the Little-Known Secrets of an Entertainment Company CEO#
#The Astonishing Games of the Wealthy Elite#
None of the headlines directly named Wang Jiahui, but every single one was about him.
She clicked to see.
The hottest was a video that was less than ten seconds long.
In the video, a woman received a call about her husband acting out. She rushed to the hotel with her bodyguards and, ignoring the hotel staff's objections, forced open the room door.
The scene inside left her numbly standing there.
Her useless husband was pinned under two men, shamelessly shouting.
In a mere ten seconds, the faces of the two people on the bed were clearly captured.
"OMG, I'm going to throw up my dinner from last night."
"They're playing way too wild. I wish for a pair of eyes that haven't seen the original video."
"I often find myself not perverted enough to watch these perverted videos."
"By the way, can anyone explain who the three protagonists in this video are?"
"I think I recognize one. Wang Jiahui, from Fang Miaomiao's company."
"Fang Miaomiao? Disgusting, why is Fang Miaomiao's name everywhere?"
Fang Miaomiao happened to see this comment and couldn't help but twitch her eye. She also wondered why there were so many people who disliked her.
After watching for a while, she understood that something that could stay on the trending list for so long must have had a lot of money spent behind it.
Thinking of this, Fang Miaomiao felt a warmth in her heart, and her lips couldn't help but curve upwards.
So, to thank him, Fang Miaomiao decided to make him breakfast as a gesture of gratitude.
Without delay, she set her phone to vibrate and went to the bathroom to wash up.
After getting ready, she rushed to the supermarket to buy ingredients.
Considering that Wen Zhiyan was still recovering, Fang Miaomiao decided to make a lean meat and vegetable porridge.
After studying the kitchenware, Fang Miaomiao began to cook, completely unaware that the person on the bed had opened his eyes after she left the bedroom.
"Master Wen, October Hotel is suspicious."
Xin Xuanlai's face on the other end of the phone was grave.
"Go on," Wen Zhiyan said.
"After I returned last night, I've been investigating October Hotel's ledger. I also arranged for some people to stay at the hotel and discovered that they not only charge customers under various pretexts, but they also..."
"They also what?" Wen Zhiyan asked in a deep voice.
"Some VIP rooms and presidential suites have been secretly fitted with cameras."
The cameras were installed extremely discreetly, and it took them considerable effort to find them, and there was more than one.