When they arrived at the pool, Wen Yan'an had already completed one lap.
"Mom."
"Be careful, I'm here." Fang Miaomiao, seeing his excited state, was afraid something might happen to him and quickly said, "Slow down."
"Mom, why did you take so long to come?"
"I was just chatting with Grandpa."
"What were you talking about?" Wen Yan'an asked curiously.
"Oh, Grandpa knows that your mom isn't taking roles anymore, so he told me to film properly and bring honor to the Wen family."
Wen Yan'an looked at Fang Miaomiao and said earnestly, "Mom will definitely be able to act wonderfully."
Fang Miaomiao raised an eyebrow and stated with great certainty, "I think so too."
"Mrs. Wen."
Fang Miaomiao nodded slightly.
"Young master is very capable. Today's lesson is over, so I'll be leaving now."
"Okay, thank you for your trouble."
Wen Yan'an watched Liu Yan stride away, a little confused, "Mom, why does the coach seem to be afraid of you?"
"Does he?" Fang Miaomiao shrugged, "I didn't notice."
"Then maybe I'm mistaken. Mom, let's go back to our room."
"Let's go." Fang Miaomiao's lips curved slightly as she followed Wen Yan'an back to the room.
Back in the room.
Wen Yan'an went to take a shower.
Fang Miaomiao, as usual, lay on the sofa.
Cui Mantong: Congratulations, congratulations on Miaomiao opening her studio.
Fang Miaomiao raised an eyebrow: How did you know?
Cui Mantong: ...So, you don't even pay attention to Weibo news? Fang Miaomiao Studio is trending, but Miaomiao, you're amazing, actually getting Zeng Nian to be your agent.
Just Want to Be a Slacker: Actually, I didn't find him.
Cui Mantong: You're flaunting your affection, flaunting your affection! But your husband is quite good, he specifically went to do the work.
Fang Miaomiao: Is there a possibility that he asked Xin Xuan to do it?
Upon seeing this message, Cui Mantong typed with frustration: Can you be a bit more ambitious? This is clearly your husband's love for you, alright? Have more confidence, sister, you deserve Wen Zhiyan.
Fang Miaomiao found it both funny and exasperating: Why are you getting so worked up?
As soon as the message was sent, a video call came through from the other side: "Fang Miaomiao, are you stupid?"
"Am I?"
"Listen to me, Wen Zhiyan likes you, no need to doubt it. You're so great, it would be abnormal if Wen Zhiyan didn't like you."
"That's not how you talk."
Cui Mantong was taken aback: "Am I saying something wrong?"
"Yes, yes, yes." Fang Miaomiao immediately nodded. "By the way, has Director Chen said when the new drama will start filming?"
"Not yet, I don't know what Director Chen has been up to lately. He hasn't replied to my messages. How are you doing with the scripts? I'm telling you, you're a key player, and with Fang Yanhuan there too, you have to stand your ground, you know?"
"Okay." Fang Miaomiao nodded obediently.
"Good girl, that's the spirit. There's a scene in the script where you need to be obedient, use this expression, understand?" Cui Mantong, full of concern, picked up a tablet beside her. "Right, I found some zombie movies and films related to Chen Yao's character online. I'll send them to you later, you must watch them, understand?"
"Okay, Sister Mantong."
"Good girl, then you obediently memorize the script. I believe in Miaomiao, you can definitely shut up the haters."
"So confident?"
"Of course." Cui Mantong proudly tilted her head upwards, her tone rising, "I trust my intuition the most. My intuition tells me Miaomiao will succeed, and she will definitely succeed."
"I think so too." Fang Miaomiao's eyes sparkled with a smile. "I'm really looking forward to our future collaboration, Sister Mantong."
Not long after the video call ended, Cui Mantong sent her several films.
Fang Miaomiao had seen all those dramas, and they were indeed very helpful to her. It was clear she had put in special effort to understand them.
Fang Miaomiao looked at the words on the screen, her slender fingers couldn't help but caress them. It seems like having a different body isn't so bad. At least in this world, she has someone she loves, a grown son, and friendship.
"Mom."
Fang Miaomiao snapped back to attention and saw Wen Yan'an standing by the coffee table with a book. "When did you get here?"
Wen Yan'an spread his hands helplessly, "When you were on the phone with Aunt Mantong."
"Then how did I not notice?"
Wen Yan'an paused for a moment. "Next time, should I walk heavier and make some noise?"
Fang Miaomiao gave him a thumbs-up. "Excellent."
The two of them quietly went about their own business.
On the surface, they seemed to have no connection, yet their breaths felt as if they were one. Wen Yan'an's gaze would occasionally linger on Fang Miaomiao.
Her phone vibrated.
With a sweep of her hand, she picked up the phone on the coffee table.
Looking at the caller ID.
Fang Miaomiao suddenly sat up straight.
"Mom?"
"Ahem, it's your dad."
She answered the call.
"Miaomiao?"
"I'm here. Wen Zhiyan, aren't you supposed to be working?"
"I've landed."
Fang Miaomiao decisively turned on the speakerphone and placed it back on the coffee table. "You're back?"
"Mm."
"Is Dad going directly back to Yu Garden?"
Wen Zhiyan on the other end of the line paused for a moment before saying, "Yes, I'll be back at Yu Garden tonight. Shall we go to the new residence tomorrow?"
"Okay, then Mom and I will wait for you at home."
"Good, give the phone to your mom."
"I'm here, you talk," Fang Miaomiao said without looking up from her script.
"Tonight, Mother will be back, and Second Brother too."
"Second Brother?" Fang Miaomiao's spirits perked up. "The Second Brother you're referring to is Wen Zhiyu?"
"Do I have any other Second Brothers?"
Fang Miaomiao fell silent. Was her butterfly effect too significant? Or were there some plot points the author simply didn't write?
Soon, she dismissed her own speculation.
After all, in the novel, Wen Zhiyu only appeared in memories and never actually showed up. He was, after all, Second Master Wen, an important figure. How could the author forget to write about him?
Then, there was only one possibility: the author simply wanted to trap 'Fang Miaomiao,' to make the novel angsty. As for certain hidden plotlines, they were never finished, and perhaps the author had completely forgotten about them.
The moment she considered this possibility, Fang Miaomiao's expression shifted like a kaleidoscope.
"Mom, what are you thinking about?"
"Nothing, I was just thinking if I should prepare some gifts for the first meeting with Second Brother."
"No need." Wen Zhiyan's voice came through the phone with a chuckle. "Second Brother doesn't like gifts or surprises. A simple family meal is enough."
"Oh, okay. Let me know when you get to Yu Garden, and An An and I will come to the door to pick you up."
"Alright."
After hanging up the phone.
Wen Yan'an, like a little adult, sat beside Fang Miaomiao. "Mom, you're unhappy."
"I'm happy. Why wouldn't I be happy when your dad is back?"
Wen Yan'an shook his head. "It's not because of Dad."
Fang Miaomiao forced a smile. "No, silly. I'm just thinking about something, so I'm a bit worried."