"An An, Mommy might have some very important things to do. Could you give me some time? When I'm done, what will we do?"
Fang Miaomiao, being very clever, chose to deflect the question, which was akin to a devil's dilemma of "If your mother and I fell into the water, who would you save?"
Although Wen Yan'an was reluctant, he knew he shouldn't disturb his mother when she was busy. He nodded obediently, indicating he could wait in his own room.
"An An is such a good boy," Fang Miaomiao ruffled Wen Yan'an's hair with her uninjured hand.
Alas, she had planned to live out her life without any worries. But An An was just too good, too obedient.
Especially the panicked and uneasy look he had this morning, afraid of saying something wrong and displeasing her, made her heart ache.
Forget it, forget it. Raising a child wasn't that difficult. Moreover, Wen Yan'an was so cute and handsome. Just looking at him a few more times a day would lift her spirits.
And Wen Yan'an was already about five or six years old, not requiring too much of her attention. To have such a grown son without experiencing the pain of childbirth, she was practically making a profit overall.
"Then, I'll come to find you later, okay?"
"Okay." Fang Miaomiao smiled indulgently without restraint. "Good boy, you may go."
Wen Zhiyan, who had witnessed everything, said with a hint of jealousy, "Miaomiao, you seem to really like An An?"
"An An is very well-behaved," Fang Miaomiao replied subconsciously. "I think it's hard for anyone to refuse such a well-behaved and obedient An An."
Wen Zhiyan remained silent.
The air fell into a quiet stillness once more.
Fang Miaomiao turned around and saw Wen Zhiyan standing behind her with a plaintive expression, gazing at her.
His gaze was as if she were some kind of scumbag woman who had abandoned her husband and child.
She suspected she was mistaken: "You, what are you doing?"
As soon as she spoke, that mournful expression vanished instantly.
This made Fang Miaomiao's mouth twitch. "By the way, aren't you going to work today?"
"It's the weekend today," Wen Zhiyan said calmly. "You, you're changing the subject."
"What?" Fang Miaomiao looked at Wen Zhiyan, utterly bewildered. "What subject am I changing?"
Or had she forgotten something she promised him? It shouldn't be. Her memory was quite good, and she hadn't recalled anything relevant.
Seeing Fang Miaomiao's confused expression, a fleeting hint of disappointment flashed in Wen Zhiyan's eyes. "Never mind. I need to go to the study to work. You can contact Xin Xuan directly later. As for how you stream, that's up to you."
"Alright, alright."
Sensing the awkwardness in the atmosphere, Fang Miaomiao immediately put on an expression of "I'm doing this for your own good" and looked at Wen Zhiyan. "Then you go and be busy. Leave the rest to me."
What a joke! Men could be relied upon, but one also needed their own strength.
Wen Zhiyan calmly withdrew his gaze. Honestly, when they were at the hospital, the way she looked at him had made him feel that their relationship had become closer. But as soon as they got home, Miaomiao was back to her old self, self-reliant and not needing him at all.
Tsk, so annoying.
When would their relationship progress further?
Soon, he dismissed the thought, deciding it wasn't right. After all, his legs hadn't recovered yet, and if he wanted to pursue her, he should do so in his best state.
With that in mind, Wen Zhiyan's earlier disappointment disappeared. He pushed his wheelchair back to the study.
He made a call.
"No way, Mr. Wen, are you trying to torture me to death today?"
Yuan Chao, who was driving, couldn't help but complain into the phone at Wen Zhiyan. "I'm driving right now."
"Yuan Chao."
"I'm here. Tell me."
"When can we start rehabilitation training?"
The rapid breathing was hard for Yuan Chao to ignore. "Why are you so impatient? I still need to go back to the hospital to thoroughly review your reports and then propose targeted rehabilitation advice and content."
Wen Zhiyan frowned slightly. "How long will it take?"
"One..." Yuan Chao suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. The word "year" was forced out as "month."
"So long?"
"Long?" Yuan Chao was so angry that he pulled over to the side of the road. Disregarding Wen Zhiyan's status, he picked up his phone and said, "Do you know that your legs cannot afford any slip-ups right now?"
When he accepted this task, he wished he had more time to thoroughly research how to better ensure Wen Zhiyan's legs could stand up successfully.
Just after saying "one month," he couldn't help but want to slap himself. Why was he so timid when facing Wen Zhiyan?
"I know."
"You know? I think you're pretending to know." Yuan Chao, adhering to the principle of "since I've already coughed, might as well cough all the way," continued.
"If you knew, you wouldn't say a month is too long. You know that even a simple fracture takes half a month to heal, and severe cases still require a month before one dares to get out of bed and walk cautiously."
Here he was, someone who had been paralyzed and numb for years, and as soon as his nervous system and legs began to connect, he couldn't wait to stand, walk, jump, or even fly right now.
What did he take himself for? Ultraman? Or Iron Man?
"Yuan Chao, I have something very important to do," Wen Zhiyan said, rubbing his temples.
"Don't even think about it. Even if the Jade Emperor himself came today, or if it was the end of the world, you have to listen to me," Yuan Chao interrupted directly, with a touch of earnestness in his voice. "Wen Zhiyan, you've suffered enough. Who knows if this isn't the time when hardships lead to sweet rewards?"
"Are you at a critical juncture now? Must you risk everything and drive away all your sweetness?"
In his opinion, Wen Zhiyan's situation was a heaven-sent miracle. If he just listened to him and followed the rehabilitation plan he set, he would definitely be able to get out of the wheelchair.
"Mr. Wen, both you and I need to wait patiently now." Yuan Chao calmed down and rubbed his head. "I apologize for raising my voice earlier, but since I've taken on your case, I will be responsible for you until the end."
This was his duty as a doctor.
"I understand." Wen Zhiyan knew he was too impulsive. The thought of being able to officially pursue Miaomiao once he stood up made him eager to stand up right away.
"After I return to the hospital and thoroughly study everything, I will immediately begin formulating your rehabilitation training."
"Thank you."
After hanging up the phone, Wen Zhiyan leaned back in his wheelchair, a hint of dejection in the air around him.
Upon closer inspection, one could see his hands, resting on the wheelchair, trembling slightly.
Wait, just a little longer.
Wen Zhiyan raised his hand to cover his eyes, which had turned red at some point.