Wen Zhiyan took Fang Miaomiao's hand, signaling with his eyes that he was fine.
"Can you two tone it down a bit," Ran Lian said displeasedly, looking at their clasped hands. "How old are you two, always so clingy. What if An An sees you and starts copying these actions?"
"Mother, I don't see any problem with teaching An An about responsibility, and about love."
Ran Lian's expression changed.
"Mom, I got a string of very good quality pearls abroad. Shall I show them to you later?" Wen Zhiyu said with a smile at Ran Lian.
"You child, you still think of me when you're away from home."
Wen Zhiyu nodded, "It's natural to miss my mother when I'm away."
"You child, you've suffered, you've lost weight," Ran Lian's gaze fell on Wen Zhiyu, her eyes filled with unspeakable heartache. "I don't know why you insisted on going out to write that show."
If her Zhiyu hadn't left, how would Wen Corporation have fallen into Wen Zhiyan's hands.
"Mom, you know I love painting, I love the feeling of a brush moving across paper."
"You," Ran Lian shook her head dotingly. "You can't leave again this time. Look, your father and I are getting old."
"Okay, I won't leave."
"Good child."
Fang Miaomiao watched the mother and son's affectionate scene and almost fell asleep.
"Mother, Father, I've been traveling all day and I'm tired. I'll go up and rest."
Ran Lian opened her mouth to stop him, but saw Wen Renhe shake his head at her. Only then did she impatiently wave her hand, "Alright, you two go up and rest."
Leaving the living room.
Fang Miaomiao finally moved her body.
"Uncomfortable?"
"Not really," Fang Miaomiao shook her head. "It's just that I've been in the same position for too long, and it's a bit uncomfortable."
There was silence in the elevator, so quiet that even their breathing could be heard.
It wasn't until they returned to the bedroom that Wen Zhiyan spoke, "I'm sorry, I promised I wouldn't let you be wronged."
"This is called being wronged?" Fang Miaomiao blinked in confusion.
If this was considered being wronged, then how bad was Madam Ran's treatment of Wen Zhiyan?
She couldn't help but wonder, with all of them being Ran Lian's children, why was Ran Lian's attitude towards the other two so different from her attitude towards Wen Zhiyan?
Was it just because Wen Zhiyan was taciturn?
But Wen Zhiyan could make money. It wasn't like she was bragging about him. When she read the book, she preferred Wen Zhiyan over the male protagonist Wen Wenlan. Although he was a man of few words, he was extremely decisive. He seemed heartless, but in reality, he valued emotions the most.
Tsk, what a good person, she couldn't understand what Madam Ran was thinking, to dislike Wen Zhiyan so much.
"What are you thinking about?"
"I'm thinking about why Madam Ran treats you this way."
Fang Miaomiao's body stiffened, and she looked at Wen Zhiyan awkwardly. "Uh, I didn't mean it like that. I just, I just feel for you."
Her voice grew softer and softer as she spoke.
"It's okay," Wen Zhiyan shook his head. "I, don't mind."
Fang Miaomiao met his gaze. "I'm sorry."
"You don't have to apologize, I know you didn't mean it."
Fang Miaomiao shook her head. To be honest, she did mean it, she just accidentally let it slip out.
Heh.
Fang Miaomiao stared at Wen Zhiyan blankly. "You, you actually smiled?"
"What's there to that? I don't care about these things."
After Wen Zhiyan finished speaking, his eyelids drooped, obscuring the thoughts in his eyes.
Perhaps, he might have cared a little before, but now that he had Miaomiao, it seemed like all the impatience, the dismissive looks, and the curses meant nothing.
"Wen Zhiyan."
Wen Zhiyan looked up at Fang Miaomiao. The girl was very close to him, her clear pupils reflecting his image, as if in her world, he was everything.
"I'm going to tell you a secret, do you want to hear it?"
A secret?
Did Miaomiao want to tell him her true origin?
His Miaomiao wanted to tell him the most important thing about herself?
Thinking of this, Wen Zhiyan's breathing quickened. He subconsciously clenched his pants, but his gaze remained fixed on Miaomiao in front of him. "What secret do you want to tell me?"
Fang Miaomiao leaned down, wrapped her arms around Wen Zhiyan's neck, her eyes sincere and serious. "Do you believe that there's always someone in this world who is destined to come for you?"
Wen Zhiyan heard this and, although a little disappointed, wrapped his arms around Fang Miaomiao's waist and pulled her onto his lap.
Fang Miaomiao covered her head, gasped, and a mist of tears appeared in her eyes. "Wen Zhiyan, your chin is so hard."
"Are you, alright?" Wen Zhiyan was nervous, and awkwardly held Fang Miaomiao with one hand, gently rubbing her head with the other. "I'm sorry, I was too rough just now, I apologize."
"It hurts."
Wen Zhiyan thought of what he read in books and apologized sincerely and solemnly, "I'm sorry, my chin is just too hard."
Meeting his deep gaze, Fang Miaomiao chuckled. "You, throw away all those books Xin Xuan gave you. What kind of nonsense are you reading?"
"Scolding me?"
"No," Fang Miaomiao pulled Wen Zhiyan closer by his neck and kissed his forehead. "Wen Zhiyan, you are excellent, and you did nothing wrong. You don't need to apologize."
Even if he had done something wrong, just seeing this face in front of her made it seem like any mistake was no big deal.
"That's it?"
"What?"
Before Fang Miaomiao could react, a pair of lips pressed against hers.
Her pupils contracted, and she nervously clutched Wen Zhiyan's clothes.
"Mmm..."
"Miaomiao, close your eyes."
A magnetic, seductive voice sounded in her ear. Fang Miaomiao unconsciously closed her eyes following the voice.
"Good Miaomiao."
Wen Zhiyan lowered his head again.
After an unknown amount of time, Fang Miaomiao felt like she could barely breathe and could only clench her fists and pound on Wen Zhiyan's chest.
Wen Zhiyan released Fang Miaomiao. While holding her with his strong arms, one hand still affectionately stroked Fang Miaomiao's flushed cheeks. "Miaomiao, why haven't you learned to breathe yet?"
Fang Miaomiao glared at him indignantly.
This scene, in Wen Zhiyan's eyes, was like a harmless little cat. "Miaomiao, you need to work on your physical fitness later, or you won't be able to keep up."
Fang Miaomiao's face turned even redder. "Pervert."
Wen Zhiyan watched Fang Miaomiao break free from his embrace and sit on the sofa, a deeper smile spreading across his lips. "I mean, you won't be able to keep up with the intense physical activity when you're filming later. Miaomiao, what were you thinking, hmm?"
"Today, I'm sleeping with An An. You sleep alone."
Fang Miaomiao decisively stood up from the sofa.
"Miaomiao."
Wen Zhiyan was anxious. He stood up from his wheelchair directly. "No."
He hadn't seen Miaomiao for so long. Why should she go to An An's room now that they were finally reunited? It wasn't fair, not fair at all.