"But, husband, seriously," Fang Miaomiao glanced at Wen Wenlan, then suddenly realized and continued, "I suddenly understand why I had a good impression of nephew Wenlan before."
"Why?"
"Husband, didn't you notice?" Fang Miaomiao, adhering to the principle that 'a tree without bark will surely die, and a person without shame can conquer the world,' continued, "Nephew Wenlan looks a bit like you. I must have been captivated by you when you were young."
"Cough cough."
"Fang Miaomiao, can you be more serious? Don't speak so recklessly," Ran Lian said with disdain, averting her gaze. "What? Is our Wen family's food not enough to shut your mouth?"
"Mom and Dad are so loving," Wen Yan'an chuckled.
"Silly child, can you say such things in public?" Wen Renhe also coughed a few times, gesturing for Wen Yan'an to sit in his seat.
Following that, Wen Renhe pretended to be angry and glared at Fang Miaomiao: "Look at you, is this appropriate? Aren't you afraid Miss Xie will laugh at you?"
"Not at all." Xie Wanqing smiled awkwardly and said to Wen Renhe, "Grandpa Wen, this just shows how deep their affection is. A family with deep affection will naturally be blessed with overflowing fortune that cannot be blocked."
"Hahaha, I agree. Back then, I felt that child Miaomiao was destined for our Wen family," Wen Renhe said with nostalgia. "Then I sent the child's photo to Zhiyan, and Zhiyan agreed without a second thought."
Thinking of what that master had said about the Wen family's fortune continuing for generations if Fang Miaomiao married into their family, he strongly agreed. Now, he could clearly feel that under Miaomiao's influence, An'an had become much more lively.
Wen Renhe said with relief, "Alright, you two stop fooling around, sit properly, and eat. Miaomiao, the soup in front of you was specially made by the kitchen for you. You've been working too hard on the show."
"Thank you, Dad," Fang Miaomiao said with a smile.
"You're married, yet you're always out in the open. I don't know what you're trying to do."
"Mom, isn't it good for me to have a job of my own?"
Seeing her dare to retort, Ran Lian immediately put on her mother-in-law airs: "You are Wen Zhiyan's wife, An'an's mother, and our Wen family's daughter-in-law. Isn't your duty to take good care of the family and continue our Wen family lineage?"
"Mother, this is our problem," Wen Zhiyan interrupted. "I like seeing Miao Miao working outside, full of vitality."
Just as the atmosphere was becoming increasingly awkward, even on the verge of a confrontation, a pair of chopsticks picked up a mushroom and placed it into Ran Lian's bowl: "Grandma, eat. This is your favorite mushroom."
"Oh my, my dear grandson actually knows what Grandma likes to eat," Ran Lian said with surprise, looking at the little one who was serving her. "How can my dear grandson be so obedient?"
"Grandma, let's not be angry, okay? If Grandma is unhappy, An'an will also be sad," Wen Yan'an comforted her. "That variety show, I wanted to go. I met friends I liked on it."
"Okay, okay, okay." Ran Lian was so delighted that she immediately forgot about asserting her authority. "Grandma isn't angry, as long as our An'an likes it."
"Grandma, eat. Grandpa, you eat too."
The meal passed peacefully, thanks to Wen Yan'an's sweet offensive.
After seeing Xie Wanqing off, Wen Renhe spoke.
"Stay behind for a moment, I have something to discuss with you."
The study.
"Dad, is there something you want to discuss with Third Brother that you kept him here for today?" Wen Zhijia asked, having kept their third brother and subtly asked his mother and fourth sister-in-law to leave.
"Wenlan is all grown up. I wonder if Wenlan has any girls he fancies?"
"Grandpa's intention?"
"Dad, you're not going to pull those old traditional stunts again and arrange blind dates for my Wenlan, are you?" Wen Zhijia said with a smile, leaning back on the sofa.
"Shut up, you father, you're idle all day. Do you know your son is almost 25? When I was his age, I already had a son," Wen Renhe said, looking at Wen Zhijia with disappointment.
More importantly, he had accidentally overheard that the Ran family was once again harboring intentions.
Wen Wenlan's heart skipped a beat upon hearing this and he quickly said, "Grandpa, I have someone I like. She is a very good and kind girl."
"Who?"
"Her name is Fang Yanhuan."
Fang Yanhuan?
Wen Renhe frowned, finding the name somewhat familiar. "What does she do? What is her family situation?"
"Yanhuan is an actress, just like me. Her parents are also businessmen, the Fang family."
"The Fang family? Isn't that Fang Miaomiao's family?"
Wen Renhe suddenly understood. "You mean the Fang family's newly found daughter."
"Yes, Grandpa. Yanhuan is knowledgeable, virtuous, and exceptionally kind."
Compared to that fake daughter Fang Miaomiao, she was worlds apart. Fang Miaomiao was an ugly duckling. Even if she wore a swan's feathers for decades, it wouldn't change her inherent duckling nature.
Wen Wenlan did not voice the last sentence.
"Is Fang Yanhuan really that outstanding?" Wen Renhe looked at Wen Zhiyan. He was old and didn't pay much attention to such matters. If it weren't for the Ran family plotting against them again, he wouldn't have cared if Wen Wenlan was dating or had someone he liked.
"I'm not sure."
Wen Renhe nodded thoughtfully. "Alright, when you have time, bring that young lady named Fang Yanhuan to our house."
Wen Wenlan's heart rejoiced, and he immediately rose to thank him. "Thank you, Grandpa, I understand."
Immersed in his own world, Wen Wenlan did not notice his father's deep gaze.
After leaving Yu Yuan.
Wen Zhijia looked at Wen Wenlan unhappily. "Didn't I tell you to break up with that girl from the Fang family?"
"Father, why?" Wen Wenlan asked, confused. "Yanhuan is the kindest girl I've ever met in this world. I don't want to lose her."
Wen Zhijia sneered. "How could I have such a foolish son? Didn't you hear what Grandpa meant just now?"
"I know."
"Then you still say you like Fang Yanhuan?"
"I don't want to spend my life with someone I don't like."
"Do you not want the position of the Wen family's patriarch?"
"Isn't there my fourth uncle?"
Although he noticed that his fourth uncle's eyesight might not be good, how could he have fallen for Fang Miaomiao, a woman who was materialistic, ungrateful, and shamelessly pursued him after marriage.
"I..." Wen Zhijia, seeing Wen Wenlan's righteous stance, was so angry he almost slapped him. "Do you plan to stay in that broken industry for the rest of your life?"
"I'm in the performing arts industry, not the entertainment industry."
He disdained the entertainment industry.