After washing up, Fang Miaomiao stood in the living room and hesitated for a moment, then directly returned to her room.
As soon as she lay down on the bed.
Her phone rang.
She looked and saw an unknown number.
She answered, and Cui Mantong's worried voice came through.
"Miaomiao, are you okay?"
"Mantong." Fang Miaomiao felt a sense of guilt for no reason, "Good evening, I'm fine. What could be wrong with me? I'm perfectly fine."
"You still have the nerve to call me and say you're fine? Such a big incident, and you still intended to hide it from me, don't you consider me a friend?" Cui Mantong angrily kicked someone trying to climb onto her. "If I hadn't heard it from others, I wouldn't have known."
"It's just that... I'm fine." Fang Miaomiao rubbed the bridge of her nose, her gaze darting around. "Really, I'm fine."
"How can these people be so wicked?" Cui Mantong said with red eyes, indignant. "You didn't do anything wrong!"
"Don't worry, that paint wasn't very good. It washed off as soon as I got back, really." Fang Miaomiao didn't hide anything and comforted her kindly. "Besides, those few people have all been taken to the detention center."
On the other end of the phone, Cui Mantong covered her phone and glared fiercely at a certain demonic figure. "Try touching me again!"
Hiding things from her and not letting her know about Miaomiao was one thing, but now he was even disturbing her conversation with Miaomiao.
"Wife." The demonic man looked at Cui Mantong pitifully.
"Keep talking, and I'll make a move." Cui Mantong was unmoved, pointing at the door. "If you move around again, you'll sleep in the study for a week."
The demonic man: "..."
As expected, birds of a feather flock together. Wen Zhiyan was already competing with him for business, and now his wife was snatching his wife away.
"Mantong?"
"I'm here." Cui Mantong shot him a glare, then turned back to Fang Miaomiao with a smiling voice. "Just putting them in the detention center isn't enough."
Men, after all, were not good. If it were her, she would definitely make those people realize the harshness of the human world.
"Of course, it's not enough." Fang Miaomiao lay on the bed.
Wen Zhiyan appeared gentle, but that gentleness was conditional on not touching his bottom line, and she, at this moment, was barely one of his bottom lines.
Those people had bullied her, and they still wanted to get away unscathed? They were simply daydreaming.
"Is that guy of yours going to take action?"
Fang Miaomiao pursed her lips and said righteously, "I'm a Mrs. Wen now, after all."
"Look at you getting all proud." Cui Mantong said with a mixture of amusement and exasperation. "But after the recording of the show is finished, I'll go back to A City with you first."
If any more blind people dared to cause trouble, she wouldn't mind letting them know why the flowers were so red.
"Thank you." Fang Miaomiao's heart warmed.
Cui Mantong was the first friend she had made since coming to this world, and she had helped her a lot. In contrast, she felt she hadn't done anything for Cui Mantong.
"What are you thanking me for between us?"
The more Cui Mantong spent time with her, the more she appreciated Fang Miaomiao, to the point where she wished she could fly to Fang Miaomiao's side right now and stay with her.
"Okay, from now on, when you come to A City, I'll show you around."
"Okay, it's a deal."
Before Fang Miaomiao could reply, she heard a "beep beep" sound.
Hanging up?
"Cui Tong!"
"Wife, ever since Fang Miaomiao appeared, you don't have eyes for me anymore." The demonic man, addressed as Cui Tong, casually tossed the phone he had just picked up behind him and looked at Cui Mantong with a wronged expression.
"Cui Tong, you threw my phone again."
When would he ever change this bad habit of throwing things around?
"Who told you my thoughts are no longer on me?" Cui Tong pounced and hugged her tightly. "I'm your husband."
Cui Mantong playfully slapped Cui Tong's strong arm. "Miaomiao is a woman."
Cui Tong buried his head in her neck, greedily inhaling her scent. "Even if she's a woman, it's not okay. We haven't seen each other for over a week, and you don't miss me, yet you're thinking about other women."
"Cui Tong."
"I don't care, you're mine."
His almost possessive tone made Cui Mantong shake her head helplessly. "Can you loosen up a bit? You're hurting me."
Cui Tong loosened a little.
Just a little.
Cui Mantong awkwardly turned and embraced him. "What are you thinking about? You are the most important."
Cui Tong remained silent.
Cui Mantong reached out and lifted his head, kissing his forehead. "You are the most important, really, no one can compare. But Miaomiao is really good, really."
"I know." Cui Tong hummed. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have kept the news about Fang Miaomiao from you."
"It's okay, then don't do it again in the future, alright?"
"Alright."
Cui Tong held Cui Mantong tightly in his arms, his gaze deepening. "Wife, I love you, you can't leave me."
As the words fell, Cui Tong lowered his head.
The moon hung high in the sky.
Moonlight streamed through the window, casting its glow on the two entwined figures in the room.
The night was still long and beautiful.
On the other side.
Fang Miaomiao, still asleep, habitually got up and walked towards the other room.
Hearing the sound of the doorknob turning, Wen Zhiyan's eyes snapped open and looked towards the door. Only when he saw the familiar figure did the coldness in his eyes flash and then soften.
Fang Miaomiao felt her way to the bed and found a perfect, comfortable position to lie down.
However...
Wen Zhiyan looked at Fang Miaomiao, who was still half an arm's length away, and his eyebrows furrowed.
He unconsciously made a movement he couldn't understand himself.
He slowly moved towards Fang Miaomiao.
Closer.
Even closer.
He could smell the pleasant, refreshing scent emanating from Fang Miaomiao.
That was a scent the previous Fang Miaomiao didn't have.
Suddenly.
Fang Miaomiao turned, her beautiful face facing him, and her slender arm rested on him.
At that moment, their distance was so close that Wen Zhiyan could see Fang Miaomiao's fine pores in the moonlight.
Wen Zhiyan felt his heart pounding erratically. He couldn't help but raise his hand and tap Fang Miaomiao's nose, calling out dotingly, "Little monster."
"Where did you, little monster, come from, that makes me feel so nostalgic?"
"Little monster, now that you've come to this world, will you leave?"
"If, I mean, if I don't want you to leave, will you stay?"
Wen Zhiyan murmured to himself and then gave a wry smile. What was happening to him? A disabled person, how could he possibly covet Fang Miaomiao?
It was truly wishful thinking.
But, the thought of eventually separating from her again, a strong reluctance enveloped him tightly.
He knew he couldn't bear to.
He, Wen Zhiyan, had likely fallen in love with this Fang Miaomiao.