Wen Zhiyan looked at him for a long time, then parted his lips and said, "You wish."
As his words fell, Wen Yan'an's small face instantly crumpled, his eyes reddened, and tears swirled madly in them.
It was as if another word of rebuttal from Wen Zhiyan would cause the tears struggling to stay in his eyes to fall.
"Don't try that. Your tears only work on your grandparents," Wen Zhiyan paused for a moment, then remembered something and continued, "And her. They don't work on me."
Wen Yan'an looked at Wen Zhiyan, and after a long pause, said, "You're mean."
"Tears are the act of a coward. Given your age, I can pretend I didn't see it this time," Wen Zhiyan bent down to look at the computer screen. "Wen Yan'an, you're almost six."
Wen Yan'an snorted and wiped his tears away. "Mommy says you're not really grown up until you're ten."
He still had five years until he was ten. It was a long way off.
"Wen Yan'an, your surname is Wen. The burden on you does not allow for cowardice," Wen Zhiyan remained unmoved. "Think about it yourself."
"Hmph."
Wen Yan'an turned and left.
Watching Wen Yan'an's small retreating figure, Wen Zhiyan shook his head helplessly. Indeed, a child with a mother could throw tantrums and act spoiled with him.
After the study door closed, Wen Zhiyan buried his head in the computer again.
...
Fang Miaomiao had picked out a smart white suit for Wen Yan'an, making him look like a little gentleman.
"Do I look good?" Wen Yan'an pouted, looking shyly at Fang Miaomiao.
"You look great!" Fang Miaomiao gave him a thumbs-up and praised, "Our An'an looks so handsome."
Wen Yan'an's cheeks flushed with praise. "Mommy, you should also change and put on makeup. An'an will wait for you outside. Take your time, no rush."
The book said that mothers were little fairies, so one couldn't rush a fairy choosing clothes and makeup.
Fang Miaomiao ruffled his hair. "Okay, go ahead."
Wen Yan'an stepped back, and the staff who would be styling Fang Miaomiao stepped forward.
"Madam, your skin is so good." The makeup artist, named Zhou Zhou, was a world-renowned stylist whose clients were fully booked every day. However, it was said that this stylist was very picky and only served clients he found appealing.
"Thank you for the compliment," Fang Miaomiao said softly, "Just keep it simple. It doesn't need to be too complicated."
She was just going through the motions; there was no need to be so grand.
Zhou Zhou chuckled. "Madam, with your natural beauty, even a light makeup would be enough to capture most people's attention."
He wasn't exaggerating. In his more than twenty years in the industry, this was the first time he had seen such excellent skin, comparable to a certain someone.
It was a pity that that aloof guy absolutely refused to let him touch his face, otherwise, he would have poured all his skill into working on it.
"You're joking. Really, keep it simple. It's an elder's birthday banquet; it's not good to steal the spotlight."
"Tsk." Zhou Zhou's expression then turned serious. "A birthday banquet, huh? Alright, then I'll just do something casual for you."
Wen Zhiyan, that guy, hadn't even told him such important information. He truly was a man who only cared about women and neglected his friends. But looking at this young lady, she didn't seem too keen on a certain someone.
However, it was probably for the best. Since that guy wouldn't let him have his way with his face, someone should come along to manage him, or at least stop him from being so rigid.
He was a few years younger than him. He lived like a seventy or eighty-year-old. Zhou Zhou wondered if Wen Zhiyan would have any zest for life without An'an's existence, if he would be ready to give up his life at any moment.
Sigh.
Zhou Zhou shook his head helplessly. He was also a pitiable soul.
This look of sorrow and panic made Fang Miaomiao, who was sitting on the chair, twitch her eye. She thought her face was quite pretty; why did this person look so unhappy?
Zhou Zhou quickly regained his composure, his brush flying.
Half an hour later, Fang Miaomiao emerged, wearing a blue off-the-shoulder mini-dress with her long hair flowing.
The off-the-shoulder dress highlighted Fang Miaomiao's slender neck, and a delicate gemstone necklace added a touch of elegance to her fair décolletage.
Her gaze moved downwards, revealing long, slender, fair legs that were like a walking weapon.
Wen Yan'an's eyes widened in admiration.
"You're so beautiful."
"Hahaha, I think so too."
Zhou Zhou, who followed behind, faltered.
"There's no need to make him hear that. That bold tone completely ruined the elegance."
"There was a call just now. The driver picking you up has arrived."
Fang Miaomiao nodded gratefully to Zhou Zhou. "Thank you for your trouble today."
Zhou Zhou casually waved his hand and then lay down on the sofa. "It's just a transaction."
After Fang Miaomiao left, Zhou Zhou sent the beautiful photos he had just saved to Wen Zhiyan.
As he sent them, he shook his head regretfully.
"What a pity. Such a beautiful girl, caught by Wen Zhiyan's ice-cold face. Sigh."
"I wonder if that ice-cold guy will become a domineering CEO after dating? Hahaha, why does the thought of that scene make me laugh so much?"
The message came back quickly.
. : ? ?
The Coolest Is Me: Beautiful photos, don't you want them?
. : Delete them.
Zhou Zhou rolled his eyes and sent a voice message. "Don't think I don't know you've secretly saved them."
While he appreciated beauty, he didn't have the habit of coveting his friend's lover.
With that thought, Zhou Zhou deleted all the photos after sending them to Wen Zhiyan.
. : It's illegal to take photos without permission.
The Coolest Is Me: How do you know she didn't agree?
Looking at the words on the screen, Wen Zhiyan was silent for a moment, then clicked in again.
The girl was very beautiful, especially her shining eyes, which imprinted themselves on his heart.
. : Send them all to me, then delete them.
Zhou Zhou rolled his eyes. "Alright, there are five in total. I've sent them all to you, and I've deleted my originals."
. : Thank you.
Zhou Zhou felt like not replying to Wen Zhiyan.
This dull guy who couldn't even muster a proper sentence, and he still wanted to chase a girlfriend, chase a wife. He must be dreaming.
Suddenly, a transfer message appeared.
Looking at the amount, Zhou Zhou's face changed like a Sichuan Opera mask. He picked up his phone and flattered, "Oh my, why are we being so formal between us? But honestly, Fang Miaomiao probably has feelings for you. General Manager Wen, you can do it! I'll be waiting for your child's full moon banquet."
Fang Miaomiao, who had just gotten into the car, had no idea she was being discussed.
She wanted to lean back, but was afraid of messing up her hairstyle. She thought about leaning on Wen Yan'an, but was afraid her makeup would get on him.
Indeed, after living two lifetimes, she hated makeup the most.