After dinner, the three of them tacitly sat on the sofa watching TV, the vast living room filled only with the sound of the television.
"An'an, let's play a game, with Daddy."
Wen Zhiyan's gaze shifted to Wen Yan'an.
"Mommy wants to play, An'an play with Mommy."
"No, if An'an wants to play, Mommy will play with An'an. But if An'an doesn't want to play, Mommy will watch TV with An'an, okay?"
Wen Yan'an was silent for a moment, met Wen Zhiyan's gaze, but quickly looked away at Fang Miaomiao: "Mommy play with An'an."
"Good boy."
Saying this, Fang Miaomiao found two mineral water bottles and placed them on the coffee table: "The name of our game this time is Truth or Dare. Whoever the first bottle points to, must obey the second person, choosing between truth or dare. How about that?"
"Okay, I'll listen to Mommy."
"Alright."
"Then I'll start." Fang Miaomiao blew on her hands and said with a smile, "Come on, it's time to witness a miracle."
After speaking, Fang Miaomiao spun the first bottle.
The bottle opening pointed at An'an.
The second bottle opening pointed at herself.
"Ahem." Fang Miaomiao cleared her throat. "Little An'an, do you choose truth or dare?"
"Dare."
"Dare," Fang Miaomiao's eyes darted around. "Then An'an can kiss Mommy, okay?"
"Okay." Wen Yan'an nodded vigorously, then asked her to bend down, and left a kiss on her forehead.
"Oh my, An'an kissed me. An'an's kiss is fragrant."
"Mommy's face is also fragrant."
"You're so sweet, let's start the second round."
First bottle opening: Wen Zhiyan.
Second bottle opening: Wen Yan'an.
"An'an?" Wen Zhiyan looked at Wen Yan'an and spoke cautiously, "Can Daddy choose truth?"
"What is the most regrettable thing you have ever done?"
Wen Zhiyan was stunned for a moment, then looked at Wen Yan'an regretfully: "Back then, I should have wholeheartedly believed a child and stood up for him, but I didn't. What I regret is that from that moment until now, I haven't said a single 'I'm sorry' that I owe him."
In this life, he owed An'an too much, so much that he couldn't compensate.
"Mommy, the next question."
She continued to spin.
"Oops, it's my turn to listen to An'an. An'an, I choose dare."
"Then, Mommy hug me."
This soft request almost brought Fang Miaomiao to tears. What a good child An'an was, how could his every word make her heart ache so much.
"Okay." Fang Miaomiao hugged An'an. "Your Mommy loves An'an the most. It's okay, with your Mommy here, no one can bully our An'an."
As she spoke, Fang Miaomiao became increasingly angry, and directly placed An'an on her lap, hitting the coffee table with the bottle in her hand: "Tell me, shouldn't you sincerely apologize to An'an today? How could you scold our An'an and Hahá without finding out the truth?"
"Mommy." Wen Yan'an buried himself in Fang Miaomiao's neck, his voice soft, "An'an is unhappy, An'an is not happy at all."
"Don't be afraid, Mommy is here. If An'an doesn't want to hear Daddy's apology now, shall we go to sleep? Then we'll go out and play all day tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow we'll go see Brother Sisi, Sister Nannan, and Sister Yuanyuan. We won't talk to the bad Daddy."
"Mommy."
"I'm here, I'm here." Fang Miaomiao's heart melted.
She remained motionless, letting Wen Yan'an cry on her shoulder, gently patting his back: "Cry, let our An'an cry away all the unhappiness and grievances from before, and then have every happy day from now on."
As she spoke, Fang Miaomiao became more and more angry. Glaring at Wen Zhiyan a few times was not enough to reduce her inner rage.
Although she had to admit that when she first arrived, she didn't really like An'an. She was only mildly interested in him because he was a strong connection, a descendant of the Wen family, and he was well-behaved, making it amusing to tease him occasionally.
But after spending more time with him, she found herself liking An'an more and more. She genuinely wanted to spoil An'an like her own son. She wouldn't allow her son to be bullied and slandered like this.
This anti-fan was truly insane. It was one thing for them to write badly about her, but why did they have to write about An'an so pitifully? An'an didn't owe them anything.
She really couldn't imagine how much grievance An'an had suffered, or what his ending would be in the book. She could only comfort herself, she wasn't the original host, and An'an's personality was slowly improving. Her little good boy would definitely have a beautiful tomorrow.
In the living room, Wen Yan'an was crying loudly, as if to say to Fang Miaomiao, crying away all the grievances and unhappiness from the past.
"Mommy."
"I'm here." Fang Miaomiao looked at Wen Yan'an, whose eyes and nose were red from crying, like a little white rabbit. She felt both amused and heartbroken as she handed him tissues. "Good boy, wipe your tears."
"I want to ask Daddy one question."
"An'an, ask away. Daddy will definitely tell you the truth."
"At that time, did you ever doubt me?"
Did you doubt that I mistreated the cat?
"No." Wen Zhiyan looked into Wen Yan'an's red eyes and said firmly, "Never. I'm very sorry I didn't step forward in time. That was my fault. I still owe you an apology."
"Daddy, apologize."
Wen Zhiyan's gaze was somewhat taken aback.
"What are you愣着for? Apologize."
"I'm sorry."
Wen Yan'an slid out of Fang Miaomiao's arms, picked up Hahá, who was sleeping in his dog bed, and went to Wen Zhiyan. "Apologize."
Looking at the stubborn little face, Wen Zhiyan seemed to see An'an from two years ago. "Hahá, I'm sorry. I wrongly accused you without investigating thoroughly. I will never do it again."
Wen Yan'an rubbed his nose, took Hahá and Wen Zhiyan into a deep embrace. "Daddy, I forgive you. To me, you have always been excellent, and An'an has always liked you."
Hearing this, Wen Zhiyan's body, which had been stiff due to the dog, slowly relaxed. He hugged Wen Yan'an back. "Thank you for forgiving me, An'an. I will work hard to be the best dad from now on."
Wen Yan'an's lips curved upwards, and he put Hahá back in the dog bed.
"So, resolved?"
"Resolved." Wen Yan'an ran back to Fang Miaomiao. "However, I like Mommy more."
"My little good boy." Fang Miaomiao stroked Wen Yan'an's head. "You're so sweet. Then, shall I sleep with you tonight?"
"Daddy, Mommy, An'an sleep together."
"You can for these few days, but not after your sixth birthday."
"Mm." Wen Yan'an nodded. He knew that after turning six, he would be considered a big boy and wouldn't be able to sleep with his mother.
"Good boy, go to your room and wash up."