Fang Miaomiao opened her eyes and looked at the familiar ceiling. She was stunned for a moment. Just as she was about to get up and investigate, she found a baby lying next to her.
The baby was lying on its side, its soft, plump face turned towards her. Its small mouth opened and closed, looking adorable.
"An'an?" Fang Miaomiao looked at the sleeping child, a mixture of amusement and exasperation on her face. She lightly tapped his forehead before lying back down.
The little one always had a magical milky scent about him, one that wasn't cloying but very comforting.
Fang Miaomiao carefully reached for her phone on the bedside table.
Her vision was filled with countless missed calls and WeChat messages.
Fang Miaomiao raised an eyebrow.
She unlocked her phone.
The missed calls and WeChat messages were all from Sister Li.
Skimming through them, Fang Miaomiao closed her phone with a sigh of boredom.
Then, she closed her eyes and went back to sleep.
She had intended to take a nap, but the little one, as if guided by a navigation system, burrowed into her arms.
"Well, look at you, An'an, pretending to be asleep?"
"Good morning, Mommy."
The soft, drowsy voice melted Fang Miaomiao's heart. "Good morning, An'an. When did you wake up?"
"When Mommy picked up her phone, I woke up."
"You didn't tell me." Fang Miaomiao pinched Wen Yan'an's nose. "And, young An'an, when did you climb into my bed? Why didn't I feel anything?"
"It rained last night, and An'an was scared, so he came to find Mommy."
"It rained?" Fang Miaomiao tilted her head to look outside. The sky did seem a little gloomy. "I'm sorry, honey. Mommy slept a bit too soundly last night and didn't notice the rain."
"Mommy doesn't need to apologize. I came over during the thunder, and then I slept very soundly."
Fang Miaomiao rubbed Wen Yan'an's head. "You're such a smart boy, An'an. Since you're awake, why don't you get washed up and have breakfast? Also, say good morning to your dad for me. Your mom needs a little more time to wake up."
"Okay, Mommy doesn't have to go to work, so she can sleep longer."
"No, I can't," Fang Miaomiao said, shaking her head. "Your mom has something to do later."
Wen Yan'an blinked in confusion, looking at Fang Miaomiao.
"Your mom is planning to terminate her contract with the company."
Initially, she had a defeatist attitude, thinking she had a lifetime of wealth and could just slack off without making any effort. But now, she had millions of fans. Plus, she knew that later in the story, Wen Zhiyan would be kicked out of the company by Grandpa Wen and would be jobless.
So, shouldn't she at least find a job and save some money? As for other jobs, she wouldn't do them, and she had no work experience. In that case, she might as well return to her old profession. At worst, she wouldn't work as hard as last time; filming a drama and then taking a break for a few months wasn't impossible.
Thinking about it this way, the worries about going to work lessened.
However, the most important thing for her now was to terminate her contract with that unscrupulous company. If she didn't leave soon, that company might sell her off.
"Mommy doesn't want to work anymore?"
"No, just changing workplaces." Fang Miaomiao said earnestly to Wen Yan'an. "A person needs dreams. If a person has no dreams, what's the difference between them and a salted fish? Your mom likes acting, so she's decided to continue acting."
"Does Mommy like acting?"
"More or less."
She had done it her whole life, and she couldn't be 100% sure if she truly loved acting. It could be a way to make a living, but as for what she liked, she didn't know, wasn't clear.
"Mommy, you said something wrong just now."
"Which part?"
"Actually, even if a salted fish flips over, it's still a salted fish." Wen Yan'an said very seriously.
Fang Miaomiao: "..."
Was that the point? That wasn't the point at all. How come this kid had the potential to be a little rascal?
Fang Miaomiao raised her hand and ruffled Wen Yan'an's hair before waving him off. "You, hurry up and get washed, have breakfast. Your mom needs to contemplate life."
Wen Yan'an chuckled. "Mommy doesn't have to work, but since she likes it, Daddy and I will fully support her in pursuing her career and making a name for herself. Mommy, you can do it!"
Hearing this, Fang Miaomiao gave Wen Yan'an, who was getting out of bed, a forced smile. "Thank you. I don't really want to make a name for myself; the road to conquering the world is too difficult."
"Why are you coming out of Mommy's room?"
"Good morning, Daddy."
"Good morning."
"It thundered last night, so I went to sleep in Mommy's room."
Wen Zhiyan looked at Wen Yan'an, who was happily scampering towards his own bedroom, with a complicated expression. He had waited for Miaomiao to come to his room all night, but she hadn't. It turned out this little guy had intercepted her. He was going back to Yu Garden tonight; should he consider letting An'an stay at Yu Garden for a while?
The more he thought about it, the more feasible the idea seemed. Just as he was about to call out, he saw Wen Yan'an peek out from his bedroom with a smile. "Oh, right, Mommy asked me to say good morning to you on her behalf. She also said that after you finish breakfast, you should go to the company by yourself, as she'll be going out with me to take care of something."
"Take care of what?"
"Terminating the contract," Wen Yan'an scratched his head. "Mommy said she wants to pick up her career again, and the first step is to terminate her contract with the company."
Terminate the contract?
Wen Zhiyan narrowed his eyes slightly, remembering something. "Alright, go get washed quickly, and then come have breakfast with me."
"Aren't you going to call Mommy to have breakfast?"
"Mommy's breakfast will be kept warm. She can eat whenever she wakes up. Sometimes, we can't rush girls, you know?"
Wen Yan'an nodded and went back to his room to wash up.
After the father and son finished breakfast, Fang Miaomiao finally emerged from her bedroom after washing up. "Morning, everyone."
"Have breakfast. Aunt Lin made it."
"Thank you."
"An'an mentioned you're terminating your contract?"
"Yes, today is the day for contract termination."
"Have you thought about your plans for the future, Miaomiao?"
"Not yet. After Director Tianming's variety show ends, I'll think about which company to join."
"Have you considered opening your own studio?"
Fang Miaomiao smiled. "Opening my own studio? The cost would be too high, and besides, my current situation isn't suitable for opening a studio."
Even if she did open one, she wouldn't be able to manage it. She knew nothing about business or managing people.
"Do you want to open one, Miaomiao?"
"Of course!" Fang Miaomiao blurted out. "Once I have money and can establish myself in the entertainment industry, I'll open a studio, sign artists, and have them work for me, hahahaha."
"That's a good idea."
"Don't you think my idea is a bit naive?"
In her previous life, she never had her own studio, even until her death.
"Why? If you have something you want to do, just go for it. If the sky falls, I'll hold it up for you. You don't have to be afraid."
Fang Miaomiao smiled. "You say nice things."
Wen Zhiyan looked at Fang Miaomiao with a smile, saying nothing.