Fang Miaomiao woke up again at noon.
She got out of bed, looking exhausted, and sat motionlessly on the bed with her eyes unfocused, hugging a pillow.
This was torment. She just wanted to sleep in, who knew she would have a nightmare.
Damn it, this feeling of her body not being under her control made her very unhappy.
Why should she come just because the original owner wanted her to? The original owner even forced her into dreams whenever she pleased, was there no end to it?
Just you wait, she would definitely find a solution.
After complaining, Fang Miaomiao finally came back to her senses and got out of bed to open the door and leave.
But then she saw...
"You, how did you come back?"
Wen Zhiyan's eyes curved into a smile. "I suddenly remembered I needed to come back to get something. Sorry for disturbing your sleep."
His gentlemanly demeanor made Fang Miaomiao feel guilty and she dared not look him in the eye. "Ah, it's nothing, I just woke up too."
"Okay. Oh, right, I've hired a new auntie to cook. You can try it later and see if it suits your taste."
He hadn't missed a single one of her live streams these past few days, so he'd noticed that Fang Miaomiao preferred heavier flavors, while their family's palate was lighter. Therefore, before Fang Miaomiao returned, he had asked Xin Xuan to find another cook.
Fang Miaomiao was very awkward now and just wanted to leave, so she just nodded vaguely to whatever Wen Zhiyan said.
Wen Zhiyan smiled indulgently and moved aside.
"Thank you."
Fang Miaomiao bolted towards her room.
"Why did you tease her?" Wen Yanan, who had been standing by unnoticed, looked at his father angrily. It was his teasing that made her not pay attention to him, which was unfair.
"Is something wrong?" Wen Zhiyan gave him a look.
"You took all her attention, she didn't even see me just now," Wen Yanan said indignantly.
Wen Zhiyan then withdrew his gaze and looked at him for a while before slowly saying, "She didn't see you. Shouldn't it be because you're too short, so she didn't notice?"
"I'm not short," Wen Yanan said after a long pause. "I'm only five, I will grow taller."
"Oh, you'll grow taller if you eat less, or even don't eat vegetables."
Wen Yanan clenched his small hands into fists and looked at Wen Zhiyan with determination. "I will grow tall, very, very tall."
When he grew taller than his father, he would definitely take her away from his father.
"Then... we'll see when you grow taller."
Wen Yanan let out a childish hum and ran back to his bedroom. "Dad, I hate you the most."
When Fang Miaomiao finished washing up, Wen Zhiyan was just taking the food prepared by the nanny out of the insulated containers and placing them on the table.
She instinctively glanced at it.
It was colorful and looked appetizing.
However...
Fang Miaomiao was stunned. It seemed that none of these dishes were suitable for Wen Zhiyan to eat.
She remembered that due to his legs, Wen Zhiyan couldn't eat very heavy flavors, but today's dishes were clearly mainly sour and spicy.
"Are there any ingredients left in the kitchen?"
"Sorry, I'm not quite sure," Wen Zhiyan replied, shaking his head. He knew relatively little about kitchen matters.
Fang Miaomiao nodded, turned and went into the kitchen, opening the refrigerator.
Looking at the ingredients inside, she roughly knew what dishes she needed to make before starting.
Wen Zhiyan watched the busy figure in the kitchen, his eyes filled with a tenderness that was almost overflowing.
Fang Miaomiao cooked quickly.
In no time, she brought out a plate of green vegetables and stir-fried shredded pork. "Try it. I don't know if it's good or suits your taste."
"You made it, it's delicious."
"You're so good at complimenting," Fang Miaomiao said with a smile and walked towards Wen Yanan's bedroom.
As soon as she knocked, the door was opened.
"Dinner is ready."
The three of them ate quietly at the dining table.
Wen Zhiyan picked up a piece of green vegetable and put it in his mouth.
It was delicious. It retained the original freshness of the vegetables while also having the distinctive aroma of ginger and garlic.
The two complemented each other, with neither overpowering the other.
"You're a very good cook."
Hearing Wen Zhiyan's praise, Fang Miaomiao blushed. "It's not that exaggerated. As long as it's edible, I was worried you wouldn't like it."
After all, she was self-aware enough to know that her cooking skills couldn't compare to a professional. She had hesitated for quite a while in the kitchen before starting.
However, when she heard him say it was delicious, her hanging heart relaxed, and she said with a smile, "As long as you two like it."
After lunch, Fang Miaomiao put the bowls into the dishwasher and played with Wen Yanan for a while before returning to her bedroom to answer a phone call.
The caller ID was marked as "Mom."
Fang Miaomiao froze, then realized that "Mom" referred to Fang Mu, who had raised the original owner. This was the first time Fang Mu had called her since the original owner left the Fang family.
After thinking for a moment, she answered the phone.
A kind and gentle voice came from the other end.
"Miaomiao?"
"It's me. You..." Fang Miaomiao paused for a moment. "Is there something you need from me?"
"Miaomiao, are you still angry?"
Fang Miaomiao knew she was referring to the incident where she was asked to leave the Fang family.
At that time, the original owner and Fang Yanhuan, who was two-faced, couldn't stand each other, but they could barely get along. Later, something happened, and Fang Yanhuan fell down the stairs.
Coincidentally, the original owner, who was at the top of the stairs, was the scapegoat. Fang's father believed that the original owner was unrepentant and had even tried to harm Fang Yanhuan, demanding that she apologize to Fang Yanhuan. If she didn't apologize, she would be kicked out of the Fang family.
The original owner was also stubborn. She would rather be beaten to death or kicked out of the Fang family than apologize.
"Is there something you need?"
"Miaomiao, tomorrow is your father's birthday. We've booked the second floor of the October Hotel. Would you like to come and see your father?"
Just as Fang Miaomiao was about to refuse, she heard Fang Mu's slightly hoarse voice, "Miaomiao, please don't be angry anymore, okay? Your father misses you very much too."
She frowned. She instinctively disliked the tone Fang Mu used when speaking to her, as if she was saying that if she didn't go, she would be unfilial and an ungrateful wretch.
However...
Fang Miaomiao rubbed her temples helplessly. This was so troublesome.
They held their phones, and neither spoke.
"Miaomiao, your father will be very happy if you come."
"I understand. What time tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow evening at six o'clock, on the second floor of the October Hotel."
"Okay, I got it."
Before Fang Miaomiao could finish speaking, Fang Mu said a few words and hung up the phone, so quickly as if she was afraid she would refuse.
Was she overthinking things?
Fang Miaomiao buried herself in the bed.
She didn't want to go. What was the Fang family up to?