On the plane.
Wen Yan'an held Fang Miaomiao's hand tightly.
"Mom, Dad will be okay, right?"
"He'll be fine," Fang Miaomiao said, holding Wen Yan'an, comforting him. "We spoke on the phone this morning, your dad wasn't hurt. Shall we go back to find him now?"
"I'm scared," Wen Yan'an said, his eyes red, his body trembling slightly.
As far as he could remember, his grandmother had told him that his father's legs were never the same after a car accident.
His grandmother also said that if he hadn't been disobedient, he would have had a car accident like his father.
His grandmother always thought he wouldn't remember, but he did.
Therefore, he had always had an inexplicable fear of cars.
This feeling only began to fade after his mother appeared.
"Don't be afraid. Your dad is amazing. If he says he's fine, he'll be fine," Fang Miaomiao continued to comfort Wen Yan'an.
Although this incident hadn't appeared in the book, the entire novel hadn't mentioned any other disasters Wen Zhiyan had experienced. If anything, the subsequent disasters were caused by the original owner.
It was likely that since Wen Zhiyan was not the protagonist, these plot points were not written out. However, the overall plot should not change much.
Therefore, all in all, Wen Zhiyan would definitely be fine.
She wasn't sure if she was comforting Wen Yan'an or convincing herself.
Fang Miaomiao kept repeating that everything would be fine.
After getting off the plane.
Xin Xuanlai was already waiting at the VIP channel.
As soon as they arrived, Xin Xuanlai sped towards the apartment.
"Brother Xin Xuanlai, is my dad really okay?"
Xin Xuanlai glanced at Fang Miaomiao and reassured Wen Yan'an, "Young Master An'an, please rest assured, Master Wen is fine. Heaven has blessed us, and the car didn't hit us."
It was strange, but after the car accident, the amulet Master Wen had just received spontaneously combusted, turning into ashes.
Even stranger, through investigation, they discovered that the truck driver was not a good person either. The police said that both the truck driver and the car driver were fugitives.
It was a good thing he had trembling legs to save that truck driver earlier.
Turns out, none of them were good people.
"By the way, Madam, we've apprehended Zhou Hui and sent him to prison."
"Zhou Hui, who?"
Xin Xuanlai's eye twitched. "Zhou Hui, the assistant director from the reality show. He took money to harm you and the young master. He tried to flee and was caught by Master's men."
After a few beatings, he was sent to the police station.
Fang Miaomiao remembered what the director had said about someone spreading rumors, telling her and Wen Yan'an to climb a snowy mountain together.
She nodded, and thinking about the little one being in the car, she didn't ask too many questions.
Back at the apartment.
Wen Zhiyan, dressed in casual clothes, sat in the living room, working on his laptop.
"Master Wen, I've brought them back."
With that, Xin Xuanlai tactfully closed the door and went about his own business.
He couldn't help but wonder if it was his imagination, but ever since Madam started participating in the reality show, he'd had more dealings with the police. First, it was that shameless mother and daughter pair, then Shen Jiani, and a whole host of others, and now Zhou Hui.
Tsk.
He, the assistant, was truly dedicated.
"You're back?"
Wen Zhiyan saw them, put down his laptop, and looked gently at the two of them.
He beckoned.
Wen Yan'an, with red eyes, stood at the entrance, staring fixedly at Wen Zhiyan. His body trembled slightly, but he didn't move an inch.
"Why aren't you coming over?" Wen Zhiyan asked, a pampered smile on his face. "I'm really fine. See the sun? I have a shadow."
Wen Yan'an couldn't hold back and rushed into Wen Zhiyan's arms, "Dad."
Feeling the child's trembling.
Wen Zhiyan carefully held him, "An'an, be good. Dad is fine."
"I thought, I thought I would never see you again," Wen Yan'an cried into Wen Zhiyan's chest, gasping for breath. "I thought."
"There are no 'I thought's, An'an. Miao Miao and I will always be here, always accompanying you as you grow up, watching you get married and have children," Wen Zhiyan said firmly.
"Dad."
Before Miao Miao arrived, An'an only called his father. He rarely said the word "Dad." After Miao Miao came, although An'an would call his dad, his tone was never as excited or happy as when he called Miao Miao "Mom."
This was the first time he had heard An'an call him with such emotion.
"I'm here."
Wen Yan'an hugged his waist tightly, remaining silent.
Until...
He fell into a deep sleep.
Listening to the faint snoring.
Wen Zhiyan looked at Fang Miaomiao with a mixture of helplessness and fondness. "Miaomiao, he's asleep."
"I'll carry him to the bedroom to sleep."
In the living room.
The two of them were silent, looking at each other.
"Miaomiao."
"Hmm?"
Wen Zhiyan looked at Fang Miaomiao's face and felt his heart race. His palms began to sweat.
Originally, he had planned to wait until he could stand up proudly to approach Fang Miaomiao and confess his feelings.
It wasn't until he was on the verge of death today that Fang Miaomiao's every smile and frown filled his mind.
As he watched the car get closer and closer, he had only one thought: he had forgotten to confess to Miao Miao.
Regardless of whether his legs were good or not, regardless of Miao Miao's true feelings for him, he just wanted to tell Miao Miao that he liked her.
What nonsense about waiting until his legs were better, what nonsense about fearing he would be disabled and unable to bring happiness to Miao Miao – it was all nonsense.
If he could survive, the first thing he would do upon seeing Miao Miao would be to confess.
He wanted to keep Miao Miao by his side.
"Miaomiao," Wen Zhiyan met Fang Miaomiao's gaze, his hands unconsciously clenching. "I..."
"What?" Miao Miao tilted her head, looking at Wen Zhiyan with confusion.
She had seen Wen Zhiyan as a graceful young man, the strategic strategist, the confident, even lonely man.
This flustered appearance was something she had never seen before.
"Miaomiao, do you know what I was thinking about when I was about to get into the car accident today?"
"Thinking about what." The serious and solemn gaze made Fang Miaomiao feel an inexplicable panic.
Could it be that, as Ran Lian had said, Wen Zhiyan also thought they were incompatible, that she was bad luck for him, and was therefore considering divorcing her?
Help!
Could it be that her romance was destined to wither before it could even bloom?
"Miaomiao, at that moment, my mind was filled with you."
"What?" Fang Miaomiao looked at Wen Zhiyan, who was only half an arm's length away, in astonishment.
"Miaomiao, can you listen to me speak this time?" Wen Zhiyan swallowed, speaking nervously.
He was afraid that if Miao Miao interrupted again, he wouldn't dare to continue.
Fang Miaomiao nodded.
Wen Zhiyan took a deep breath. "I like you, I've always liked you. I originally wanted to confess after I could stand up, but the car accident this morning made me impatient. I was afraid that if I died, you wouldn't know my feelings."
"Miaomiao, I really like you. I want to be with you forever. Will you?"