"Mom, are you happy?"
Fang Miaomiao looked at Wen Yan'an with teary eyes. "Do I look happy?"
"Yes," Wen Yan'an nodded. "Mom, you were acting just now, weren't you?"
"Something like that," Fang Miaomiao saved the recording. "If I don't act poor, believe me, they'll say a lot of things we don't want to hear."
Wen Yan'an smiled and said, "I know, Mom. Your acting skills are amazing."
The tears fell as soon as she said it, her voice filled with sorrow, scaring him into thinking his mother was being bullied. He hadn't expected her to suddenly change the topic and say she was allergic to seafood.
Every time they ate, Mom ate the most heartily. During their few days on the island, everyone was getting tired of seafood, but Mom ate it with gusto.
"Little friend Wen Yan'an, you're doing well, quite smart."
"Mom, I don't think they'll stop at this."
"What are you afraid of? After this phone call today, they won't contact me for at least a week, or even half a month," Fang Miaomiao said nonchalantly. "By the time they realize something is wrong and want to contact me, we'll be at the filming location. What's there to be afraid of?"
Wen Yan'an pondered for a moment, then nodded thoughtfully, "Mom, you're really amazing."
After receiving the praise, Fang Miaomiao's eyebrows shot up. "Learn well. To deal with people you can't chase away or hit, you just have to drag things out slowly, wear them down."
After all, she wasn't the one in a hurry.
Wen Yan'an nodded vigorously, looking at Fang Miaomiao with a smile. "I understand, Mom."
"Good boy."
Fang Miaomiao put down her phone. "Good boy, Mom's going to sleep. If you can handle something yourself, do it. If you can't, bother the nurse, but remember to be polite."
After speaking, without waiting for Wen Yan'an's reply, Fang Miaomiao closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.
"Okay." Wen Yan'an slightly adjusted the indoor temperature to a comfortable level for Fang Miaomiao to sleep, then sat by the bed and continued reading.
For several consecutive days.
The two of them lived a carefree, slacking life in the hospital.
Back at the apartment, Fang Miaomiao couldn't help but sigh about how wonderful those days were, though she did gain a bit of weight.
During her few days in the hospital, she had gained three pounds.
When she was in the hospital, Wen Zhiyan would video call her every mealtime. He wouldn't hang up until he saw her finish eating.
This... why wasn't the plot like the idol dramas she acted in?
In her idol dramas, the male lead would call the female lead every night when he was on a business trip and sweetly say goodnight. Her current life was that her male lead called her every mealtime.
As long as she didn't finish eating, he would watch her, and Lin Ma, who was waiting by her side, would ask if the food wasn't to her taste.
It made her smile and continue to eat diligently.
Fang Miaomiao looked at her reflection in the vanity mirror, her cheeks slightly chubby, and let out a sigh.
"Madam, dinner is ready."
Looking at the dishes on the table, while not a grand feast, there were three dishes and one soup.
"Mom, what's wrong?" Wen Yan'an saw her not picking up her chopsticks and, thinking she was unwell, quickly walked over and asked, "Are you feeling unwell? Do we need to go to the hospital?"
"I'm fine," Fang Miaomiao forced a bitter smile. "An'an, you're still young, you don't understand."
Lin Ma smiled knowingly. "Madam, don't overthink it. Your figure is perfectly normal right now. Besides, your injuries haven't healed long ago. You should rest well during this time; it's natural."
Wen Yan'an finally understood why his mother was sighing. He carefully moved in front of Fang Miaomiao, looking at her with sincere eyes. "Mom, you're the most beautiful to An'an. Mom, you're not fat at all."
Fang Miaomiao held up a number with her fingers and shook her head dejectedly. "I gained three pounds in just three days in the hospital."
Three days, three pounds, what did that mean?
She dared not imagine.
"But, Mom, you're already very beautiful, and I don't think Mom looked better when she was thinner," Wen Yan'an said with a frown. "As long as you're healthy, that's good. Being too thin is bad for your health."
"And, Mom, aren't An'an eating with you?" Wen Yan'an cupped his face. "Mom, look, An'an is also getting fatter."
Fang Miaomiao's dejected expression instantly dissolved when he cupped his face. "You child."
"Alright, Mom, you're the most beautiful mom in my heart, and the most beautiful wife in Dad's heart," Wen Yan'an put a piece of sweet and sour pork into Fang Miaomiao's bowl. "Besides, Lin Mama's cooking is really delicious. If Mom doesn't eat, Lin Mama might be sad."
"Yes, Madam, I'm earning such a high salary every day," Lin Ma quickly chimed in. "If I can't let Madam eat well, then I won't be at peace with this money."
Fang Miaomiao's mouth twitched. She had only sighed about gaining weight, and these two were acting as if the sky was about to fall.
"I'll eat."
Afraid they would say more, Fang Miaomiao's spirits instantly returned.
Lin Ma looked at Fang Miaomiao, who was diligently eating, then secretly smiled at Wen Yan'an. Wen Yan'an shook his head slightly and returned to his seat.
After dinner, Fang Miaomiao was playing in the living room with Wen Yan'an when the video call rang.
It was Wen Zhiyan.
He answered.
"You're home today?"
"Didn't we tell you at dinner last night that we'd be discharged this afternoon?"
Wen Zhiyan was silent for a moment. "Sorry, I've been too busy these past few days."
Fang Miaomiao noticed the dark circles under Wen Zhiyan's eyes. "You haven't slept well these past few days? Is the matter there too difficult to handle?"
"It's not exactly difficult," Wen Zhiyan rubbed his forehead. "It should have ended long ago, and I should have returned."
Who knew the Ran family would appear halfway through.
Thinking of the arrogant faces of the Ran family these past few days, Wen Zhiyan couldn't help but feel a surge of anger.
"Is it business from New Shine?" Fang Miaomiao vaguely thought of something and asked casually.
"You know?"
"Something like that."
She hadn't paid much attention, it was from her past life. There was a huge scandal in the New Shine area of S City, involving collusion between officials and businessmen, secretly inflating prices to engage in malicious competition.
She wasn't very interested, so she didn't remember it clearly, just a vague impression. Since the black fans were based on the social structure of the world at the time, it was highly likely they would include this event.
"Then come back."
"What?"
"I said, if you're tired, come back," Fang Miaomiao sighed and chose to partially conceal the truth. "The land in New Shine is incompatible with the Wen Corporation."
Wen Zhiyan's eyebrows shot up, and he leaned back in his wheelchair. "Since when does Miaomiao have fortune-telling abilities?"
"There's a lot you don't know," Fang Miaomiao said with a smug glance, then continued. "I can't guarantee it's 100% correct, but my gut tells me something is wrong there."
"Okay, I'll listen to Miaomiao. I'll come home tomorrow."