Fang Miaomiao looked at the bowl of spicy and sour noodles piled high on the coffee table, feeling as if she were already full.
She raised her eyes to look at Xin Xuanlai, who was gazing at her with a meaningful look. She didn't know whether to pick up the chopsticks or not.
"Why are you still standing here?"
Xin Xuanlai reflexively turned to Wen Zhiyan and said with a fawning smile, "I just wanted to let Madam try the spicy and sour noodles to see if they were flavorful enough? If the taste isn't good, I'll go buy another one."
Even if he had to learn to make it on the spot, as long as the boss didn't deduct his salary.
"No need, no need," Fang Miaomiao waved her hands hastily. "Thank you for your hard work, Assistant Xin."
"It is our duty to serve Madam."
"Xin Xuanlai."
"Yes."
"You may leave."
"Alright."
Xin Xuanlai bowed obsequiously, bowed again, and then retreated, closing the door in one smooth motion.
Seeing this, Fang Miaomiao shot Wen Zhiyan, who was standing beside her with a serious expression, a look of playful reproach. "What were you doing just now?"
"Miaomiao, I don't like it when your gaze is constantly on someone else."
"Make it clear, he's your assistant, your person."
Wen Zhiyan frowned. "He's not my person, you are."
Fang Miaomiao: "..."
What the heck, was this a cheesy pickup line?
"Can you be serious?"
"Miaomiao, I am very serious." Wen Zhiyan's deep eyes met Fang Miaomiao's gaze. "An'an is between us. Don't you think your attention is almost always on An'an?"
Today, with An'an, the third wheel, finally out of the picture, Miaomiao had said she had something to do and left. He had suppressed his own unhappiness to let her go.
But now, Miaomiao was chatting and laughing with Xin Xuanlai, completely disregarding her actual boyfriend's feelings.
Fang Miaomiao looked at Wen Zhiyan, realizing belatedly, "Are you jealous?"
"Can't I be?" Wen Zhiyan asked seriously. "Miaomiao, I'm your boyfriend now, but your gaze is hardly ever on me."
Not missing the flash of hurt in Wen Zhiyan's eyes, Fang Miaomiao exclaimed, "Oh," and moved closer to him, cupping his face with both hands. "My poor little Zhiyan, why do you look so heartbroken?"
"Are you pitying me?"
"What?"
"Are you pitying me, thinking that I'm with you only because I can't stand on my own two legs?"
Hearing this, Fang Miaomiao pinched Wen Zhiyan's cheek with a solemn expression. "Darling, is it possible that I decided to be with you because you're rich and I can enjoy myself anytime?"
"I can give you all my money and cards."
Hearing these incredibly sincere words, Fang Miaomiao couldn't help but burst into laughter. "Wen Zhiyan, are you trying to laugh me to death so you can inherit my debt?"
"Miaomiao, you don't have any debt."
After Wen Zhiyan finished speaking, he immediately realized, "You're laughing at me?"
He had expressed his unhappiness so seriously and sincerely, and Miaomiao was still laughing at him. Did she really not like him?
"Oh." Fang Miaomiao also worried that she had pushed it too far.
She understood very well that people like Wen Zhiyan, who appeared gentle and uninterested in everything, often craved affection the most. He was serious and devoted in relationships, and in severe cases, could become fixated, leading to irreparable consequences.
Her outstanding Wen Zhiyan would not be allowed to go down such a path of obsession.
With this thought, her hands on Wen Zhiyan's cheeks slid, encircling his neck. "How could I laugh at my darling Zhiyan, right?"
"You are laughing at me," Wen Zhiyan's eyes darkened.
Fang Miaomiao's heart leaped. Oh no, had she gone too far?
Thinking of this, she pulled Wen Zhiyan towards her with force.
They made intimate contact, their foreheads pressed tightly together.
Wen Zhiyan's pupils contracted, and his gaze instinctively fell on her red lips. He felt a tickle in his throat. "Miaomiao."
Just as he was about to act, to his surprise, Miaomiao cupped his head and pressed it against her shoulder.
"Miaomiao?" Wen Zhiyan was taken aback.
"Be good," Fang Miaomiao gently stroked the back of Wen Zhiyan's head. "Sister was just joking with you. Don't take it seriously. My Zhiyan is so amazing, how could I bear to let you go, right?"
Hearing the word "sister," Wen Zhiyan's eyes deepened. "Miaomiao."
"Be good, Sister will tell you one last time. You are perfect and outstanding in my eyes. Perhaps there are even more perfect and outstanding people in the world, but so what? I only want you, and only acknowledge you."
"Miaomiao."
"I'm very sorry, I've been busy with other things lately and have neglected you a bit. Can I apologize to you?"
She then remembered that she and Wen Zhiyan had only recently confirmed their relationship. She had been running around everywhere, and her free time had been almost entirely dedicated to Wen An'an.
The only times she and Wen Zhiyan had been alone together recently were the last time they huddled in the living room watching a horror movie.
"Fang Miaomiao, do you know why I was with another woman? Because she had me in her eyes. She cared about me, looked after me, felt my emotions, and comforted me when I was unhappy. And you, Fang Miaomiao, you only care about scripts and acting. Go live your life with your plays!"
Fang Miaomiao couldn't help but recall the words the scumbag had said to her before he left in her previous life.
"Wen Zhiyan, I'm sorry. I'll spend more time with you from now on."
"Miaomiao."
"I'm here."
Wen Zhiyan wrapped his arms around Fang Miaomiao, pulling her into a hug. "I love you. You just need to occasionally cast your gaze upon me."
Feeling Wen Zhiyan's slight tremble, and recalling the words of the scumbag from her past life, she thought, 'Alright, now I seem like a heartless woman.'
"Don't say that," Fang Miaomiao conceded. "We are in a relationship now."
"Miaomiao." Wen Zhiyan gripped Fang Miaomiao's shoulders, making her meet his gaze.
"I'm here." Fang Miaomiao inexplicably felt a bit guilty looking into Wen Zhiyan's eyes. "Why are you looking at me like that? It's making me feel so guilty."
"Miaomiao, I love you."
Fang Miaomiao nodded solemnly. "I know."
'I quite like you too.'
Before she could finish speaking, Fang Miaomiao noticed the man's face suddenly loom closer, and something pressed against her lips.
Fang Miaomiao's pupils widened instinctively.
She, she!
Help, why was her heart pounding so fast?
"Miaomiao."
The deep, resonant voice made Fang Miaomiao's scalp tingle.
"Close your eyes."
She felt countless tangled threads in her brain, a dense, chaotic mass that robbed her of the ability to think, leaving her to numbly follow the voice.