This action was entirely unexpected by everyone present.
Looking at the bun lying quietly on the ground, covered in dust, Wen Yan'an's reddened eyes could no longer hold back the tears streaming down.
She had made a bun for herself, and she hadn't protected it.
"Hmph, you won't give it to me, so you don't have to eat it either," Chen Jiabao said smugly, raising his chin as he looked at Wen Yan'an, who stood motionless with her back to him.
"An'an," Cui Yongsi called out uneasily.
"You child, I told you to be obedient and give the bun to Jiabao, but now no one gets to eat," Wang Qing scoffed.
After returning to Hongshan Village, she hadn't stopped causing trouble. She hadn't expected her husband to slap her in front of so many servants as soon as they got back to the villa, telling her to stop being unreasonable and meddling.
She blamed Fang Miaomiao and Wen Yan'an for this slap. If they hadn't disobeyed her earlier, how could she have become displeased and pushed them down?
If they had agreed to Xu Jiajia and publicly apologized to her online, she wouldn't have resorted to pretending to be sick to pressure them with public opinion.
If Fang Miaomiao had agreed to her suggestion from the beginning, she wouldn't have been beaten by her husband. All of this was Fang Miaomiao, that vixen's fault.
Wen Yan'an stared fixedly at the bun on the ground. Finally, ignoring the broken skin on her palm, she silently crouched down and picked up the bun.
It was still warm.
He wanted to eat her bun, right?
"An'an."
Wen Yan'an shook her head, then turned and pushed Chen Jiabao to the ground. Before anyone could react, she shoved the bun in her hand into Chen Jiabao's mouth: "You like to eat it, right? Then eat more."
"Ah! Wen Yan'an, what are you doing?" Shen Jiani, who was closest, tried to intervene but was startled back by Wen Yan'an's glare.
"What are you all standing around for? Hurry up and pull them apart."
Chen Tianming felt a throbbing in his temples and quickly ordered the live broadcast to be paused, then had people go up to break them apart.
Wen Yan'an, though appearing small and thin, had unusual strength. Coupled with the staff's fear of harming Wen Yan'an, several people couldn't restrain her.
"Eat it, didn't you want it?"
"An'an, that's enough." Fang YanHuan stood by, her brows furrowed as she watched this farce. No wonder Wen Lan didn't like this child; she seemed to have no upbringing at all. "It's just two buns, can't you just go back to the kitchen and get more?"
Wen Yan'an paused her actions, stood up from the terrified and dazed Chen Jiabao, and calmly met Fang HuanYuan's displeased gaze: "He wanted to eat the bun, so I gave it to him. Is there a problem?"
"Is that how you feed someone a bun?" Shen Jiani, knowing the live broadcast had ended, was no longer willing to hide her temper. "Besides, that thing fell on the ground. Who knows how many bacteria are on it? Wen Yan'an, you've gone too far."
"Mom, he bullied me. Teach him a good lesson," Chen Jiabao said, thinking of being pushed to the ground by someone younger than him and forced to eat something so dirty. He wished he could kill this person.
"Teach who?"
A soft, clear voice rang out, like a depth charge dropped into a courtyard.
When Chen Tianming heard this voice, his right eyelid twitched wildly.
It's over!
Even worse, Shen Jiani's brainless voice reached his ears: "Fang Miaomiao, you've come at the right time. Can you control your son? Look at how your son has bullied my Jiabao."
"You're coming to me for an explanation?"
"Otherwise?" Shen Jiani replied impatiently.
"Eh, no more pretending?" Fang Miaomiao acted as if she hadn't heard Shen Jiani, looking around thoughtfully and nodding. "I was wondering why you stopped pretending. So, the surrounding live broadcasts have been turned off. Director Tianming, have you thought about the statement you'll issue later?"
Under two intense gazes, Chen Tianming truly wanted to quit. Damn it, he would never do variety shows again. They were all tyrants, and he couldn't afford to offend any of them.
"Fang Miaomiao, are you hearing me?"
Fang Miaomiao ignored the noise and walked to Wen Yan'an. "Why aren't you looking up?"
Wen Yan'an lowered her head as if caught doing something wrong, her chubby fingers restlessly twisting her clothes. "I'm sorry."
"Why do you say sorry?" Fang Miaomiao was a little confused. She had seen Wen Yan'an's rough actions earlier and thought they were acceptable. After all, she herself believed that if no one bothered her, she wouldn't bully others, but if provoked, it wouldn't be resolved with a simple apology.
"I shouldn't have fought, I shouldn't have let others have their way."
Grandma always said that no matter what you do, you shouldn't hurt harmony, but he didn't want to, didn't want to give what was his to others.
"Do you regret it?" Fang Miaomiao interrupted as he seemed about to speak. "Honestly, follow your heart."
Wen Yan'an hesitated for a moment, then looked up at Fang Miaomiao, her voice firm: "I don't regret it."
Even if she regretted it, it was for being too lenient, allowing Chen Jiabao to still yell at her.
But she just looked down at him, not saying a word.
This made Wen Yan'an's pupils tense, and her breathing quickened: Had she really done wrong?
Before she could utter another apology, she saw Fang Miaomiao reach out and rub her head. "Today, you did a great job."
"Really?"
"Of course. Wen Yan'an, there's a saying: he who provokes first is the guilty one. What you need to do is bravely say no, and then fight back." Fang Miaomiao looked at Shen Jiani with a half-smile. "This is the attitude I'm showing you, Senior Jiani. I wonder if you're satisfied."
"Fang Miaomiao." Shen Jiani's face darkened, looking like the wicked witch from a fairy tale. "How dare you?"
Fang Miaomiao shrugged indifferently. "Just like this. If you have any real ability, use it. Why all this nagging, like an old woman?"
Saying that, Fang Miaomiao took Wen Yan'an's hand and walked towards the kitchen.
Suddenly, she seemed to remember something. "Oh, right. We were just talking about teaching children, and I forgot one thing."
With that, Fang Miaomiao let go of Wen Yan'an's hand, stepped forward a few paces, and slapped Shen Jiani's face, which was covered in layers of powder.
A crisp "slap" echoed in the air.
Shen Jiani covered her face in disbelief, glaring at Fang Miaomiao with wide, angry eyes. "Ah, how dare you hit me!"
Fang Miaomiao sneered dismissively. "A father's fault if he doesn't teach his child well; your fault if your character is poor. Fortunately, I'm older now, so it's just a slap."
If it were in her past life, she would have made Shen Jiani deeply understand her mistake.