"Got your phone?"
"How did you know?"
"A telepathic connection?"
Fang Miaomiao looked at the words on the screen and was silent for a moment. "You, maybe you shouldn't say cheesy things? Cough, cough, it's a bit cheesy."
Wen Zhiyan received the reply, glanced at the book "The President Loves Me" beside him, then quietly put it back in the cabinet. After a moment of thought, he took out some economics books and buried it deeply.
"I suddenly wanted to try it. If you don't like it, I won't talk like this anymore."
Seeing this message, Fang Miaomiao shook her head, amused and speechless.
Before she could even type, a small hand covered her eyes, and Wen Yan'an's voice came from her ear, "Mom, the driver is going to drive, you can't play with your phone."
"Okay."
"Mom, you sleep. I'll call you when we arrive."
The entire journey took most of the day.
By the time they got off the plane, it was already close to evening.
After sending Wen Zhiyan a message, Fang Miaomiao left with Wen Yan'an through the VIP channel.
"Mom, are we going back to the apartment or somewhere else?"
"Where does An'an want to go?"
"Where's Dad?"
"One moment."
She answered the call.
It was from the driver, Da Chen.
"An'an, your dad is still abroad. We're going back to Yu Garden today."
Wen Yan'an nodded and obediently followed Fang Miaomiao.
By the time they returned to Yu Garden, it was around eight o'clock in the evening.
"Dad, you're not asleep yet?"
Wen Renhe rubbed his temples. "Waiting for you. Have you eaten dinner?"
Fang Miaomiao shook her head.
Wen Renhe immediately asked the servants to prepare food. "This child, why didn't you eat before coming back."
"I was afraid you'd worry, that's why," Fang Miaomiao said with a smile. "Look, you're still waiting for us in the living room."
"An'an, come here."
"Grandpa."
Wen Renhe affectionately hugged Wen Yan'an. "Why have you lost weight?"
"No way, An'an has gained weight." Wen Yan'an patted his stomach to prove he had put on some flesh.
"Okay, okay, our An'an is growing."
After dinner, Wen Renhe finally returned to his bedroom to sleep, unable to hide his fatigue.
After Fang Miaomiao coaxed Wen Yan'an to sleep, her phone vibrated.
It was a video call from Wen Zhiyan.
Fang Miaomiao tidied herself up before going to the balcony to answer the video call.
"Why are you standing on the balcony?"
Fang Miaomiao looked at his handsome face. "An'an is asleep. What if my voice wakes him up?"
"Go to my room?"
Fang Miaomiao shook her head. "It's okay, I'm not cold."
"Even if you're not cold, you should stay in the room. You just recovered."
Fang Miaomiao reluctantly returned to the room and turned on the bedside lamp. "Are you busy?"
"No, I have some free time."
Fang Miaomiao then noticed his background was a hotel.
"Miaomiao."
"Hmm?"
"You've lost weight."
Fang Miaomiao heard this and couldn't help but laugh. "Do you know what Dad's first words were when he saw An'an?"
"He said An'an lost weight?"
"So smart," Fang Miaomiao said with a smile.
"How long will you be resting?"
Fang Miaomiao shook her head. "I'm not sure, but it might take a while. After all, the variety show isn't over yet, and there's no news from the film crew."
Wen Zhiyan stared intently at the face in the camera that he missed every night.
"Why are you staring at me like that?" Fang Miaomiao's cheeks turned red under his gaze.
"Miaomiao, I miss you."
Fang Miaomiao couldn't hold back her laughter. "Then, when will you be back?"
"Soon. As soon as I finish things here, I'll come back immediately."
"You, try not to work too hard." Fang Miaomiao didn't understand business matters and could only offer comfort.
"Okay, I won't work too hard. I've handed a lot of things over to Xin Xuan."
"Then you'll have to give him a raise?"
Being Wen Zhiyan's assistant felt like working all year round without a break.
"A raise, if my girlfriend says so, then a raise."
"Cough." Fang Miaomiao didn't know why Wen Zhiyan's mouth was so sweet after only a few days apart. "Well, it's getting late, I should go to sleep."
"Okay, Miaomiao, good night."
"Good night."
After hanging up the phone, Fang Miaomiao's mind was filled with Wen Zhiyan's laughter, faint but pleasant.
So much so that her dreams that night were rather… not suitable for children.
"Mom."
"Mom, what are you laughing at?"
Fang Miaomiao suddenly opened her eyes to see Wen Yan'an standing anxiously by her bed.
"An'an?"
"Mom, haven't you recovered from your illness yet?" Wen Yan'an anxiously grabbed Fang Miaomiao's hand. "Shall we go to the hospital now?"
"What do we need to go to the hospital for?" Fang Miaomiao was bewildered.
"Mom, ever since I woke up, I've been hearing you laugh."
After washing up, and even reading for a while by the side, when he prepared to wake his mother up, he found that his mother was still laughing.
"Well, An'an, I'm fine. I just had a good dream."
"A good dream?" Wen Yan'an blinked in confusion.
What kind of good dream could make someone laugh for so long?
"It's just that… Mom dreamt that many people online were praising my acting skills and saying I was born for this profession."
Wen Yan'an was silent for a moment. "Mom, keep going. You can definitely do it."
"I think so too."
After lingering in bed for a while, Fang Miaomiao finally got up to wash up.
In the dining room.
"Dad, good morning."
"Good morning, Grandpa."
"Good morning, An'an." Wen Renhe put down his newspaper and said to them with a smile, "Come and sit quickly, breakfast is ready."
While the servants were serving breakfast, Wen Renhe said, "Miaomiao, for the next period of time, you and An'an will live in Yu Garden."
"Ah?"
"Not long ago, there was a thief at your place. They turned your apartment upside down and even installed a camera."
Fang Miaomiao was shocked. "A camera?"
"Yes, the thief has been arrested and is currently under investigation."
"Really? Then An'an and I are quite lucky."
Wen Renhe looked at Fang Miaomiao, who was smiling a little foolishly, and sighed helplessly. "Don't you have anything to say?"
"Say what?" Fang Miaomiao feigned ignorance and blinked. "Didn't the police already catch the thief? Oh yes, the police did a good job. Dad, should we give the police uncle a banner?"
"Eat, eat." Wen Renhe waved his hand casually. "After eating, see what you want to do."
"Okay, Dad."
After breakfast, Wen Renhe went to the study.
"Madam, please don't mind. The old man just wanted to ask for your opinion on the camera."
Fang Miaomiao smiled and said, "I trust the police uncles to solve this matter. I wonder who would be so despicable as to install a camera in my home. It's illegal, it's too much, too much."
"Madam is joking."
"Joking? How could I? Butler Chen, do you think I'm joking?"
Butler Chen bowed slightly. "It was my mistake. Such a person who infringes on privacy truly deserves to die."
"Right, those people will die a terrible death."
After saying that, Fang Miaomiao left the dining room with Wen Yan'an.