The next day, just as Fang Miaomiao had said, after dropping Wen Zhiyan off at the office, she took An An out to play.
The two of them browsed the mall for a while, then went to watch a movie.
"Mom, I want to eat hot pot, can we?" Wen Yan'an tugged on Fang Miaomiao's hand, looking up at her with shining eyes and asking.
"Of course," Fang Miaomiao poked Wen Yan'an's nose. "Did you feel the charm of hot pot?"
"Mhm mhm."
The two of them walked into a bustling hot pot restaurant nearby and booked a private room.
"I'll call your dad."
"Okay."
After giving their location, Fang Miaomiao looked at her phone. She hadn't mentioned what she and An An were going to do today at home last night, and it was unlikely those people could have predicted where they would be eating. At most, they might have installed a tracker on her phone.
Therefore, this place was actually the safest. When Wen Zhiyan arrived, they needed to be quick and efficient, so as not to arouse suspicion that she knew something was wrong with Lin Ma yesterday.
With this thought, Fang Miaomiao put her phone in her bag and took out the notebook she had bought while shopping that day.
It wasn't that she was being overly cautious; it was just that Lin Ma's actions last night had made her so suspicious that being vigilant wasn't a bad thing.
"An An, look. Order whatever you want to eat yourself. Circle a split pot."
Wen Yan'an watched Fang Miaomiao writing on the paper without asking, and instead nodded. "I want to order Mao Xuewang for Mom. Mom likes Mao Xuewang the most."
"Good child," Fang Miaomiao said, letting Wen Yan'an look at the paper in her hand.
After reading the words on it, Wen Yan'an nodded. "What else does Mom like to eat?"
"Tripe and things like that. We can have a serving of everything."
"Okay."
After they finished ordering their dishes, Wen Zhiyan arrived.
"Where is Xin Xuan?" Fang Miaomiao subtly placed Wen Zhiyan's phone into her bag.
"He's eating by himself outside." Wen Zhiyan watched Fang Miaomiao's actions without intervening.
Fang Miaomiao chuckled and wrote on the paper while speaking, "You're letting him eat hot pot alone outside? Don't you know that one of the loneliest states is eating hot pot alone?"
Wen Zhiyan looked at the words on the paper: It's not safe at home. I suspect the house has been bugged, and possibly with quite a few devices.
"It's okay, I'll give him a raise," Wen Zhiyan asked with a question mark on the paper.
"Mr. Wen is indeed Mr. Wen. You embody capitalism perfectly."
"There's no other way, I'm rich."
When I came back yesterday, I saw Lin Ma putting something into the remote control. She was very flustered when she saw me, but I didn't make a move for fear of exposing myself.
Wen Zhiyan's gaze shifted slightly. "What did An An order?"
"Dishes Mom likes."
"And mine?"
Saying this, Wen Zhiyan wrote: Don't worry, leave this to me.
"So, student An An, where are my dishes?"
What I'm afraid of is whether those people might want to know about your leg problem.
When it came to intuition, Fang Miaomiao trusted her own guesses and judgments the most.
Wen Zhiyan's eyes flickered, and he wrote: They won't know.
That's good then.
Fang Miaomiao breathed a sigh of relief, took Wen Zhiyan's phone out of her bag, and handed it to him.
???
Seeing the question marks, Fang Miaomiao continued writing: I suspect my phone has been monitored. I don't know about yours, though.
Wen Zhiyan was silent: I'll buy you a new phone tomorrow. You can contact me on that one.
Fang Miaomiao gave an OK gesture and carefully folded the paper, putting it into her pocket.
Are you kidding? She would definitely shred this piece of paper into tiny pieces before throwing it in the trash.
Looking at her vigilance, if she were ever cast in a spy thriller or a detective movie in the future, she would definitely play the part exceptionally well.
The moment she silently tucked the paper into her pocket, someone pushed the door open without knocking.
It was a waiter bringing dishes.
The waiter had a large scar on his face and a sinister look in his eyes, giving Fang Miaomiao a very uncomfortable feeling.
She instinctively found an excuse and switched seats with An An, shielding him in the middle. "Sir, could you be careful when placing the dishes? You've gotten my precious son's arm wet."
The scarred waiter froze, lowered his head, and apologized. "Sorry, it was my carelessness."
"Alright, alright. You're so clumsy. Let your boss find another waiter to deliver the food later."
"Sorry, our boss is busy and there are too many customers. If I ask her to switch, she'll fire me. Miss, you are a magnanimous person, please forgive me this once."
Fang Miaomiao's eyes narrowed. Coincidentally, she had just chatted with the restaurant owner about investing in a branch and learned that there was no boss's wife. "Fine, fine. Put the dishes down."
After the waiter left, Fang Miaomiao stood up and whispered in Wen Zhiyan's ear, "That person just now wasn't a waiter from the restaurant."
"Mom, don't be angry. Eat tripe, the tripe is cooked."
"An An is so good. Mom isn't angry. Getting angry makes you old, it's not worth it."
Fang Miaomiao and Wen Zhiyan exchanged a look.
Wen Zhiyan nodded slightly, indicating that he understood.
...
"Are you sure there's nothing inside? Did Fang Miaomiao's phone stay on the table the whole time?"
The scarred man looked grimly at the short, shifty-looking man in front of him. "If you don't believe me, go in and see for yourself."
The man leaned against the wall. "Could it be that we were just overthinking things? Fang Miaomiao didn't notice Lin Lin's actions at all?"
"I don't understand why you would take a frail woman seriously. Do you think she can disrupt our plans?"
"It's just a precaution. If this goes wrong, we'll be in big trouble."
"Heh," the scarred man chuckled. "I can't believe you. Installing a tracker on someone's phone sneakily. If it were me, I would have installed a listening device directly."
"Get lost. I can't afford it, and they don't reimburse me. Why would I buy something so expensive?"
A listening device? Those small cameras in the apartment cost hundreds of thousands. Fortunately, that money was spent on Wen Zhiyan, and the higher-ups approved the reimbursement.
Fang Miaomiao, just an actress. Installing a tracker for a few hundred yuan is already being generous.
"You have such a short temper. Is there anything else? If not, I'm leaving. A new batch of goods is arriving." The scarred man threw his cigarette butt on the ground. "From now on, don't ask me to do these serving jobs."
That woman Fang Miaomiao's words were truly irritating. If he wasn't afraid of exposing himself, he would have slapped Fang Miaomiao a few times. Wen Zhiyan, this leg-crippled, blind fool, marrying such a woman, it's bad luck.
The man waved his hand. "It's nothing else."