Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, a week had passed.
"You want to take leave? The filming starts tomorrow," Chen Tianming said unhappily. "Can't you be more sensible?"
"I'll definitely be back tomorrow. I've already bought the first flight ticket back for tomorrow," Fang Miaomiao said to Chen Tianming with a pitiful look, her voice full of grievance. "I have something very important to do this afternoon, please."
"Even if the King of Heaven himself came, it wouldn't be as important as filming starting tomorrow."
The first scene to be filmed tomorrow was Fang Miaomiao's blackening sequence. If this person wasn't in the hotel properly preparing and was running around, who knew what kind of rumors would spread if caught by paparazzi.
"But, An An said that I didn't see him off on his first day of school, and he hopes to see me when school ends today." Fang Miaomiao's eyes welled up with tears. "Director Chen, if I don't go back, how pitiful will An An be?"
"What does his being pitiful have to do with me..." Chen Tianming's voice stopped abruptly. He looked at Fang Miaomiao in surprise. "An An's school is ending?"
"Yes." Fang Miaomiao nodded vigorously, quickly wiping away her tears with her hand. "Director, today is a really important day. I can't miss An An's day. Moreover, Director Chen, you always say that the most important thing for a person is to keep their word. If An An finds out that I couldn't go back because of you, won't he be very sad?"
Chen Tianming couldn't help but fall into thought. What she said made a bit of sense. In An An's eyes, his image was so tall and good. If Fang Miaomiao missed An An's important day because of him, wouldn't An An dislike him?
No, that wouldn't do. He still planned to follow the netizens' suggestions and film another family reality show.
With that thought, Chen Tianming's tone became hesitant. "It's not that it's impossible, it's just..."
Fang Miaomiao's eyes lit up. "Thank you, Director Chen. I will definitely tell An An that Director Chen is the best person in the world."
"Ahem." Chen Tianming raised his hand and coughed, but couldn't hide the smile at the corner of his mouth. "Tomorrow, if you have any problems."
"Then I'll treat the entire crew to a meal."
"Get lost."
"Thank you, Director Chen."
Chen Tianming watched Fang Miaomiao run out, shaking his head helplessly. She was twenty-four years old, yet she acted like a child.
Soon, his phone rang.
Looking at the caller ID, he was very glad that he hadn't made things difficult for Fang Miaomiao and had readily let her go.
"Hello, Master Wen."
"Miaomiao."
"Don't worry, Master Wen, Miaomiao has already left," Chen Tianming said with a smile.
"Thank you."
Chen Tianming was flattered to hear this. Were CEOs so polite and easy to talk to now?
...
As Fang Miaomiao exited the passage, she saw Da Chen standing at the intersection.
"Madam," Da Chen took Fang Miaomiao's suitcase and said respectfully, "Master Wen is waiting for you in the car."
"Wen Zhiyan is here too?" Fang Miaomiao quickened her pace.
"Young Master wishes for you both to pick him up together."
She got into the car.
"Miaomiao."
Even though they video chatted every night, Wen Zhiyan still felt like he hadn't seen his Miaomiao for a long time.
Da Chen, being sensible, lowered the partition.
Fang Miaomiao gave Wen Zhiyan a hug and said with concern, "Why are your eyes red?"
"I missed you." Wen Zhiyan held Fang Miaomiao in his arms with a force that seemed to want to meld her into his bones.
Fang Miaomiao frowned, patted Wen Zhiyan's back, and comforted him softly, "Don't be afraid, I'm back now."
Wen Zhiyan's voice was hoarse. "Miaomiao, we haven't seen each other for over a week."
"Don't be a cheat. We video chatted every night."
Once, she was too tired and forgot to hang up, and they stayed on video all night, just like young lovers.
"I still missed you," Wen Zhiyan rubbed against Fang Miaomiao's neck, greedily inhaling her familiar scent.
Fang Miaomiao said helplessly and dotingly, "Okay, okay, I missed you too."
Why was this person like An An?
They hugged each other quietly, enjoying the rare moment of peace and tenderness.
"Miaomiao," Wen Zhiyan said affectionately, stroking Fang Miaomiao's hair.
"What is it?"
"How have you been doing on set?"
"Pretty good," Fang Miaomiao nodded. "Wen Zhiyan, let me tell you, Senior Zhou Jiaxin and many others have taught me so much."
For example, expressions and such. She felt she had improved a lot compared to her previous life.
"Miaomiao is happy?"
"Of course. When you're doing something you love, you're always in a good mood."
Without the desperate struggle of her past life, acting properly now felt like a different kind of pleasure.
Wen Zhiyan nodded. "As long as Miaomiao likes it."
Fang Miaomiao thought of something and wrapped her arms around Wen Zhiyan's neck. "Don't worry, after this drama is finished, I'll take a long break and spend time with you all."
"Okay."
The car stopped in front of the kindergarten.
"I'll go down."
"Be careful."
"It's the school entrance, what's there to be afraid of." Fang Miaomiao gave Wen Zhiyan a kiss on the cheek before putting on her hat and sunglasses and getting out of the car.
The kindergarten entrance was filled with parents. On the playground, the children were smiling happily, and the teachers were maintaining order, creating a cheerful atmosphere.
"So young," Fang Miaomiao sighed.
After the children from the toddler and middle classes had left, there were fewer parents at the entrance. Fang Miaomiao walked to the school gate, searching for Wen Yan'an.
Alas, after not seeing him for so long, she wondered if An An would feel awkward or even unhappy to see her.
"Mom."
A familiar voice called out.
Fang Miaomiao looked up and saw Wen Yan'an excitedly trying to break free from the pretty teacher's hand and run towards her.
Excited. As expected of her eldest son, he could spot her at a glance.
This eldest son was not raised in vain.
"Little An'an, it's not time for school yet. You can't leave the line."
Wen Yan'an looked at the teacher, then at Fang Miaomiao. Seeing her nod, he quietly stayed in line.
The female teacher nodded with satisfaction and reached out to pat Wen Yan'an's head, but he dodged it. Her smile froze slightly. "An'an? What are you doing?"
"Teacher Xingxing, I don't really like it when people touch my head."
"Is that so? Teacher Xingxing didn't know. From now on, I won't touch An'an's head without his permission, okay?"
Wen Yan'an nodded.
"Alright everyone, you can be dismissed. Go find your parents."
Wen Yan'an looked at Teacher Xingxing, who was holding his hand, with confusion. "Teacher, I need to go find my mom."
"Your mom, is coming today?" Teacher Xingxing's eyes showed a hint of surprise. Didn't they say Fang Miaomiao was filming? Why was she coming to school to pick up An'an?
"She's already here."