After Wen Zhiyan entered the bathroom, Fang Miaomiao sat down on the sofa.
Wen Zhiyan's bedroom was simple, just like him, giving off a very comfortable vibe.
Bored while waiting, Fang Miaomiao decisively took out her phone and opened Weibo.
She hadn't looked at her phone since Cui Mantong said Weibo had exploded.
The first trending search caught her attention.
#Wang Qing Tax Evasion#
There was a hot "Explosive" tag behind it.
She clicked on it.
It was an official Weibo account from the tax bureau.
A quick scan revealed that Wang Qing had evaded taxes amounting to over 640 million yuan, and had been ordered to pay back taxes and a penalty of 1.339 billion yuan.
"Impressive," Fang Miaomiao's mouth twitched. Her current net worth was only 100,000 yuan from variety show appearances. Chen Tianming's script payment was something she had to pester and coerce him into giving her.
@Zuiai Dagua: Holy crap, 640 million yuan, I can't even dream of that much money. I know celebrities make the most money, but I didn't expect it to be this easy. My internet friend is shouting 666.
@Wo Shi Xijing Benjing: Honestly, they should implement policies to control celebrity income. It's just too high. I'm so envious and jealous. They're not great actors, but they get paid more than anyone else. Wang Qing, is he planning to stay on the trending list all day today? In the morning, it was about some murder case, and in the afternoon, tax evasion. Amazing, amazing.
@Jiucai Zhan Dacong: I'm unfollowing. I've liked Wang Qing for 7 years, and now I know what kind of person he is. I ask myself, what more do we fans have to do for you? We vote for you every day, do data for you, promote you, buy your endorsements. What have you been doing? Wang Qing, do you deserve all of us fans? Goodbye, I'm tired.
Fang Miaomiao looked at the comment section. She had a premonition that the entertainment industry would be very busy tonight.
"Miaomiao?"
"Ah?"
Fang Miaomiao looked up.
Wen Zhiyan, dressed in a casual suit, stood at the bathroom door.
Fang Miaomiao was so startled that she almost dropped her phone and instinctively stood up from the sofa.
"You, you can stand up now?"
"Miaomiao, does it look good?"
"It looks good, it looks good." Fang Miaomiao quickly stepped forward to support Wen Zhiyan. "You, how can you stand up?"
"Didn't I tell you before that my legs seemed to have some feeling? After examination, the doctor said there was a 50% chance I could stand up. I've been doing rehabilitation training during this time. Before, I would fall over after standing, but now I can stand for a while."
"That's amazing."
As she spoke, Fang Miaomiao quickly pushed the wheelchair out of the bathroom and then carefully helped Wen Zhiyan sit down. "You almost scared me to death just now, you know."
"Miaomiao, are you happy?"
Fang Miaomiao raised her hand and tapped Wen Zhiyan's forehead like she would tap An An. "What, do you think I dislike you?"
"No, I didn't." Wen Zhiyan panicked at her words and quickly grabbed Fang Miaomiao's retreating hand. "I, I didn't mean that. I just wanted to present the best of myself to you."
"Miaomiao, just now, I shouldn't have spoken so carelessly."
His flustered explanation made Fang Miaomiao shake her head helplessly. When she read books, she only thought of him as a handsome, silent, and lonely CEO. After transmigrating and spending some time with him, she experienced Wen Zhiyan's personal charm. He was calm and collected in his actions, not harsh on his employees, respected elders, and cared for children. He could be considered a perfect person.
His flustered appearance seemed to be shown only to her.
She concealed her inner joy and raised her hand to cover his lips. "Don't rush, I didn't misunderstand, and I know you want to give me the best."
Wen Zhiyan looked at Fang Miaomiao intently. Seeing that she wasn't trying to fool him, he breathed a sigh of relief and took Fang Miaomiao's hand. "I didn't."
"I know you didn't, and I believe you didn't," Fang Miaomiao said with a smile. "I have great confidence in my judgment."
"Then I thank Miss Fang for her trust." Wen Zhiyan appeared outwardly calm, but inwardly, he was extremely delighted.
His Miaomiao not only bought him clothes but also praised him.
"You're welcome." Fang Miaomiao playfully touched Wen Zhiyan's ear, which was turning almost blood red. "No wonder An An is so shy, it turns out he takes after you."
"You, are you teasing me?" Wen Zhiyan narrowed his eyes slightly, a fleeting glint of darkness flashing in his eyes.
Fang Miaomiao quickly took a step back, putting her hands behind her back. "Don't talk nonsense, I didn't. It's getting late, I'm going to see if An An is asleep. You have work tomorrow, so get some rest early."
"Miaomiao, I can't sleep early."
Fang Miaomiao was puzzled. "You still have work?"
Wen Zhiyan smiled meaningfully at Fang Miaomiao.
"Cough, cough, you should lock your door tonight. I'm a sleepwalker. If you don't lock the door at night, I might do something bad to you in my sleep. Then it will be my fault."
"I couldn't ask for more."
Fang Miaomiao coughed a few times, even more afraid to look at Wen Zhiyan. "Goodnight, goodnight."
With that, Fang Miaomiao didn't even look at Wen Zhiyan, bypassed him, and walked straight out of the bedroom.
Can't win, can't win.
She should make such jokes less often in the future.
Wen Zhiyan looked at the receding figure, a smile playing on his lips, his eyes filled with doting and longing. Locking his bedroom door was impossible, never in this lifetime, unless his Miaomiao married him later.
One night, some were happy, some were worried.
Fang Yanhuan kept scrolling through the trending searches.
"What happened to Wang Qing?"
The assistant brought her water and said, "They say she offended someone, and Feng He couldn't protect her, so they had to abandon her."
"Isn't Wang Qing the wife of President Xu of Feng He?"
The person she would spend her life with, just like that, discarded?
"Feng He seems to belong to President Xu, but it's mainly managed by Xu Jiajia. Moreover, Wang Qing's actions are illegal, with ample evidence, and the amount is so large. Feng He can't protect her."
Such serious tax evasion?
A trace of guilt flashed in Fang Yanhuan's eyes. It seemed someone had called her earlier, asking her to pay taxes. She had blocked the number, thinking it was a scam.
In her opinion, the money she earned was hers. Why should she pay taxes? Besides, there were so many people in the entertainment industry who evaded taxes. If the authorities wanted to investigate, they shouldn't be looking for a small star like her.
"Alright, you don't need to stay here. You can go home early today."
The assistant hesitated. "But Sister Li told me to stay and look after you."
"Am I paying you, or is Zhou Li paying you?" Fang Yanhuan suppressed her panic and said impatiently. "As for Zhou Li, I'll call her myself."
After the assistant left, Fang Yanhuan called Zhou Li and told her about the tax evasion.
After a long pause, a sigh came from the other end of the phone. "Don't do such things in the future. The authorities are strictly investigating these matters now. If this is found out, no one can protect you."
After hanging up, Zhou Li, with a bitter heart, went to deal with the matter.