Fang Miaomiao couldn't help but let out a chuckle.
How could Wen Zhiyan be so cute? Her casual remark had elicited such a strong reaction from him.
Thinking of Wen Zhiyan's reddened earlobes just now, she hummed, quite tempting, she had to admit.
Leaning back in her chair, Fang Miaomiao opened Weibo and navigated to her profile.
Hmm...
Posting a Weibo should be fine, right? Everyone already knew she was married.
Showing off her husband, no problem.
With that in mind, Fang Miaomiao drafted a Weibo post: "What should I do? My husband is shy. Doesn't he know the shyer he is, the more girls will tease him?"
After editing, she even added a laughing emoji.
Post successful.
Soon.
The first comment appeared.
@MyDestinedMiaomiao: Ahhhh, my Miaomiao, a live Miaomiao, you actually posted on Weibo, and I'm the first to comment.
Fang Miaomiao raised an eyebrow. So she wasn't the only one who disliked work.
@MiaomiaoWhoJustWantsToBeASaltFish: Of course, I'm alive. If nothing unexpected happens, I'll live for decades more @MyDestinedMiaomiao
@TheBiggestMelonEater: Holy cow, I strongly suspect Miaomiao is flirting, but Miaomiao, aren't you saying it backward? Your husband is a CEO, isn't he? How would a CEO blush? You must have it backward. Your husband is the one flirting, and you're the one blushing, that's how it should be.
@MiaomiaoWhoJustWantsToBeASaltFish: Dream on. The CEO is me, and my husband is the one being teased @TheBiggestMelonEater.
@ILoveDurianForLife: Woohoo, what am I going to do? The woman I love most and the CEO I admire most are together, and they're showing off their affection right in front of me. I'm upset, I want to cry, woohoo.
@MiaomiaoWhoJustWantsToBeASaltFish: Cry then, cry more. He's still mine, no matter how much you cry @ILoveDurianForLife.
In an instant.
Fang Miaomiao trended on hot searches.
Looking at the trending topics, she pursed her lips. She wasn't flirting just now, was she? Tsk, tsk, tsk. Wen Zhiyan misunderstood, and these netizens misunderstood too. Their imaginations were truly something.
However, she realized she hadn't really done anything "naughty" with Wen Zhiyan. Even their kissing and hugging moments were very brief.
As the saying goes: A moment of spring night is worth a fortune. If a handsome man is there, tease him.
"Oh no, Fang Miaomiao, what are you thinking? Don't be influenced by these netizens." Fang Miaomiao shook her head abruptly and then cursed herself inwardly. "Wen Zhiyan, the moon hanging high in the sky. It's one thing to fall in love with the pure moon, but to think of defiling it."
"Shameless, truly shameless."
Fang Miaomiao calmed down after chugging several mouthfuls of water.
"Madam, Mrs. Wen?"
As Fang Miaomiao snapped back to reality, she saw Liu Yan looking at her with a polite smile. "What is it?"
"Young Master's lessons for today are finished," Liu Yan asked uneasily. "Do you know?"
"Good, you can continue with him later."
Liu Yan's face lit up with joy. "Thank you, thank you, Mrs. Wen. I will teach the young master diligently from now on and strive to help him learn this skill."
"Mm."
After the butler saw Liu Yan out, Fang Miaomiao coincidentally received a call from Wen Zhiyan.
Five minutes later, the same phone rang.
Upon answering, a pleasant female voice, like a cello, beautiful and soothing, came through the receiver. "Hello, I am your agent, Zeng Nian."
"Hello, Fang Miaomiao."
"Mr. Wen should have told you? When do you think we could meet?"
"He did. How about tomorrow morning?"
Zeng Nian nodded, her voice softening slightly. "Then I'll add you on WeChat later. Let's meet tomorrow."
"Okay, thank you."
After hanging up, Fang Miaomiao picked up her notebook and started searching.
In her world, there was no such person as Zeng Nian. She figured the author must have added her.
Soon.
Zeng Nian's information popped up on the encyclopedia.
Zeng Nian, 40 years old, former entertainment director at Fenghe Media, managed artists like Zhao Yi, decisive, sharp-eyed, and signed many talented artists for Fenghe Media.
Fenghe Media, a familiar name.
Upon seeing this, Fang Miaomiao's eyelids drooped slightly, concealing the thoughts in her eyes.
"Never mind, her reputation seems decent. I'll meet her tomorrow."
After contemplating, Fang Miaomiao curled up on the sofa, holding her script.
"Mom, you can't read like this, it's bad for your eyes." Wen Yan'an came out after his bath and saw Fang Miaomiao, already sprawled on the sofa, speaking to her in a mature, earnest tone.
"It's fine," Fang Miaomiao turned over and waved her hand. "I'm in my twenties. My eyesight is already fixed, I won't become nearsighted. Don't worry."
Wen Yan'an shook his head helplessly. "Mom, aren't you afraid I'll learn from you?"
"You'll learn from me?" Fang Miaomiao propped her chin and looked at Wen Yan'an. "What will you learn from me? Aren't you afraid your dad will spank you?"
Wen Yan'an: "......"
Alright, he was certain his mom was impervious to both carrots and sticks.
"Be good, you play with your things, read, play, whatever you want. Your mom is in seclusion now, memorizing lines."
For the rest of the morning, Fang Miaomiao memorized a few pages of script and read several similar post-apocalyptic novels.
Tsk, compared to other post-apocalyptic power fantasy novels, this script was a tragedy.
Fang Miaomiao looked at the script. "Chen Yao, oh Chen Yao, why do I always feel like you're not the villain?"
Chen Yao hadn't done anything wrong. To repay the life-saving grace, she protected her benefactor Ruo Lan and even willingly became the foundation for Ruo Lan to establish herself in the base.
And the protagonist, Ruo Lan, in the first step of establishing herself, beheaded Chen Yao, claiming that Chen Yao was the mother of the zombies and the villain. Killing Chen Yao would cause the zombies to crumble.
Heh, what nonsense. If Chen Yao were truly the villain, why wouldn't Ruo Lan have killed Chen Yao from the beginning? Absurd, utterly absurd.
"Mom, are you crying?"
"Ah?" Fang Miaomiao snapped back to reality, raising her hand to wipe her eyes. She had actually cried, for Chen Yao.
Wen Yan'an quickly grabbed a tissue and went to Fang Miaomiao's side. "Mom, are you okay?"
"I'm fine, I'm fine." Fang Miaomiao wiped her tears.
"Mom?"
"Really fine, Mom just got too engrossed in the script."
"Then we won't read it."
Fang Miaomiao chuckled, half-amused, half-crying. "How can we not read it? This is Mom's job."
Wen Yan'an sniffled. "Then, then we won't read it now. We'll read it again when we're in a better mood."
"Okay." Fang Miaomiao tapped Wen Yan'an's nose. "I'll read it again when I'm in a better mood."
Wen Yan'an was silent for a moment, then stepped forward and hugged Fang Miaomiao. "Mom, don't be afraid. An'an is here, Dad is here, we'll protect you."
"Okay, then our An'an has to keep his word."
"Mm-hmm, I'll protect Mom forever."
"Pinky promise?"
"Mom, you're so childish."
Although Wen Yan'an called her childish, he smiled and extended his little finger.
Under the sunlight, big and small hands linked in a pinky promise.