Fang Miaomiao was woken by a phone vibrating.
She reached out her arm, fumbling blindly.
Until her hand touched a chest that was slightly warm.
Half of Fang Miaomiao's sleepiness vanished from her mind.
Without thinking, she had run into Wen Zhiyan's room again last night.
She definitely didn't have the bad habit of wandering into other people's rooms in her past life. Why was it in this life, like she had a GPS installed, that as long as they were under the same roof, she could always accurately find her way to his bed?
Those who knew would think she had developed a habit of sleepwalking, while those who didn't would assume she was lusting after Wen Zhiyan's body.
As Fang Miaomiao was pondering whether she should get up and leave.
A hot breath rushed towards her.
This was followed by Wen Zhiyan's voice, husky from just waking up, "Miaomiao, the phone."
Fang Miaomiao quickly took the phone.
She answered.
"Fang Miaomiao, did you do this?"
Fang Miaomiao was a bit confused. She opened one eye to look at the phone number, which had no contact name: "No, sister, who are you? Disturbing someone's dream in broad daylight may not be illegal, but it's very uncivilized."
"You, you don't even have my number?"
Fang Miaomiao mumbled "crazy" and hung up.
She didn't even apologize for disturbing someone's sleep in the morning, and she was shouting. Who spoiled her?
Not even a few seconds after hanging up.
The phone rang again.
"No, sister, who exactly are you? Go to the hospital if you're sick."
Wen Zhiyan looked at the little one cursing with her eyes closed, dotingly.
Tsk, his Miaomiao, even her scolding was so beautiful.
"I, Wang Qing."
Wang Qing?
Who was that?
Fang Miaomiao realized: "Wang Qing, are you sick? Calling and babbling early in the morning?"
"Did you instruct Zhou Hui to frame me?"
"Sister, are you alright? Do I have nothing better to do than to frame you?" Fang Miaomiao's remaining sleepiness vanished completely.
"Besides you, who else?"
Wang Qing, no longer exuding her usual refined aura, sat dejectedly in a corner of the bedroom.
After finishing her advertisement shoot yesterday, plainclothes police had taken her to the interrogation room, saying she was involved in a murder-for-hire case.
She looked at the police officer opposite her, her heart racing. She thought her past misdeeds from years ago had been exposed, and as she was figuring out how to shift the blame, she heard Zhou Hui's name.
Immediately after, the interrogator produced a video.
The video played content from the first episode in the cornfield.
Fortunately, it only recorded her rushing towards Fang Miaomiao, but the scene of her pushing her was completely absent.
This greatly eased her anxious heart.
As for Zhou Hui, it was even more so.
She had only sympathized with Zhou Hui's family situation, how could that be considered murder-for-hire? Moreover, Fang Miaomiao and Wen Yan'an were unharmed, weren't they?
Finally, due to lack of conclusive evidence, the police could only detain her for a while before releasing her.
But, what of it?
The media wouldn't believe her.
As soon as she was released, the media and marketing accounts online went into an uproar.
The endorsement she had just secured also announced their termination of her contract.
Fang Miaomiao, all of this was Fang Miaomiao.
She couldn't stand it and called to question Fang Miaomiao why she had her arrested, only to be met with "Who are you?"
Fang Miaomiao, she actually didn't even have her phone number saved.
She felt like a clown.
Why?
"Wang Qing, what are you doing again?" Xu Jiajia saw Wang Qing curled up in the corner, both angry and crying, and couldn't help but lash out, "You acted without thinking, and now who do you blame?"
"Who knew that that bitch Fang Miaomiao would actually call the police? She just wants to ruin me."
"Idiot."
Wang Qing stared at her, not saying a word.
"Although your reputation online is terrible right now, it's not entirely unsalvageable." Xu Jiajia leaned against the door and said, "In the internet age, news comes and goes quickly. Just stay home and do nothing for a while. As for what people say online, don't pay too much attention."
"They curse, haven't you seen how nasty those keyboard warriors are?"
"Isn't that normal?" Xu Jiajia looked at the疯婆子-like Wang Qing with exasperation, "After you were rejected by Chen Tianming, I repeatedly warned you not to mess with Fang Miaomiao and Wen Yan'an. But you, like an idiot, had Zhou Hui spread false messages."
"I thought you could kill them both on the snowy mountain, ha."
The last sentence spoke for itself.
"I really don't know what my useless brother saw in you." Xu Jiajia didn't want to stay there any longer. "Think about it yourself. Fang Miaomiao is not someone you can afford to offend now. No matter who promised you benefits before, be honest now and don't provoke Fang Miaomiao. Otherwise, if something else happens later, don't blame us for kicking you when you're down."
After saying that, Xu Jiajia turned and left.
Wang Qing on the ground let out a scream and slammed her phone hard onto the ground.
...
"Shouldn't An'an choose whether to go to kindergarten himself? Besides, An'an didn't go to school before?"
Early in the morning, Wen Zhiyan had pulled her to find a kindergarten for Wen Yan'an.
"He attended for a while, but then he didn't adapt and withdrew. He's only been receiving simple home education."
Fang Miaomiao recalled teachers entering Wen Yan'an's room one after another when they were at the Imperial Garden. That didn't seem like simple home education.
"Then why are you thinking of sending him to kindergarten again?"
"Busy."
Fang Miaomiao looked at Wen Zhiyan, who remained silent.
"Alright, I'll tell you the truth, Miaomiao." Wen Zhiyan lowered his head, his tone low, "You know, our current relationship is dating. I don't want a third wheel constantly clinging to us."
She was clearly his girlfriend, his wife, yet so much of his time was occupied by An'an.
"Uh..." Fang Miaomiao was at a loss for words for the first time.
"Miaomiao, don't you want to spend more time with me?" Wen Zhiyan suddenly looked up.
Those eyes, with a hint of pitifulness, struck Fang Miaomiao's heart.
"How old are you, and you're still acting pitiful."
Fang Miaomiao said it with her mouth, but her hand involuntarily touched Wen Zhiyan's palm: "If An'an goes to school, will he be unhappy?"
"He's growing up, he should face it himself."
Although he was his father, he couldn't protect him forever.
"But I still think An'an should be involved in this decision." Fang Miaomiao's eyes rolled. "How about this? You go to work, and I'll take An'an out to play, and we can casually look around nearby kindergartens?"
Before Wen Zhiyan could speak, Fang Miaomiao stood up, kissed Wen Zhiyan on the forehead, said, "It's decided," and then turned to knock on Wen Yan'an's door.
Wen Zhiyan raised his hand and touched the spot where Miaomiao had just kissed him, a smile appearing on his face.
His Miaomiao, she had kissed him.