Fang Miaomiao glared at Wen Zhiyan. Didn't this man say that Old Madam Ran had made the decision first and then informed her? Why did An'an say that Wen Zhiyan had actively asked Old Madam Ran to pick up An'an?
Wen Zhiyan raised an eyebrow, attempting to use his good looks to gain Miaomiao's forgiveness.
"Mommy."
"Yes, my little darling, Mommy is here."
"Mommy, when will you come back? An'an misses you."
"I miss An'an too. I'll rush back on the plane as soon as I finish filming, okay?"
"I miss Mommy telling me stories." Wen Yan'an's eyes welled up with grievances. "I miss hugging Mommy."
"Be good, my darling. Mommy will tell An'an stories every night when she gets back, okay?"
"Really?"
"Of course, it's true. When has Mommy ever lied to you?"
"What about Daddy?"
"Daddy, how about we punish Daddy by making him sleep on the sofa?"
Anyway, the sofa at home was long enough for Wen Zhiyan to sleep comfortably.
"Mommy, are you serious?"
"Of course, your mother keeps her word. He dared to bully my An'an like this, I will definitely get revenge for An'an."
"Thank you, Mommy."
"You're welcome. We're on the same side."
Wen Yan'an's face lit up with joy, his eyes sparkling. "When can Mommy come back?"
Fang Miaomiao blinked. "Let me calculate. About twenty-odd days."
"Still so long?"
"Well, there's nothing I can do." Fang Miaomiao spread her hands. "I have to work, otherwise, I won't have money to buy An'an toys."
"An'an doesn't need toys."
Fang Miaomiao shook her head. "That won't do. Your mother still needs to buy pretty clothes and cosmetics."
Wen Yan'an thought for a while with his small head, and then looked dejected again.
"What's wrong, An'an?"
"Mommy, An'an wants to grow up quickly." Wen Yan'an said very seriously. "An'an wants to earn a lot of money."
"Oh?"
Wen Yan'an nodded vigorously. "Earn a lot of money to buy Mommy pretty clothes, so Mommy can be beautiful every day."
Fang Miaomiao chuckled at this. "As expected of Mommy's good son. What about your dad?"
"Daddy is a man. Men have to earn their own money."
Daddy had tricked him, he didn't want to give his money to Daddy to spend.
"Good, good." Fang Miaomiao laughed so hard she almost fell off the bed.
Wen Zhiyan helplessly hugged Fang Miaomiao. "Be careful."
Fang Miaomiao leaned against Wen Zhiyan's legs and pointed a finger at his chest. "What should we do? Your son won't support you in the future."
"It's okay." Wen Zhiyan caught Fang Miaomiao's playful hand. "Miaomiao can support me."
"Living off me?"
"Is that not allowed?" Wen Zhiyan countered.
"Of course, it's allowed. It's my honor."
Wen Zhiyan took Fang Miaomiao's phone. "Wen Yan'an, if nothing unexpected happens, I shouldn't need you to support me in this lifetime."
Hearing this, Wen Yan'an pouted, and tears began to stream from his eyes. "Bad guy."
"My eldest son, don't listen to your dad." Fang Miaomiao panicked when she heard the crying from the phone and quickly snatched it back. "He doesn't want it, but I do."
"Mommy."
"Yes, yes."
Fang Miaomiao glared fiercely at Wen Zhiyan, telling him not to speak carelessly, before continuing to coax him. "An'an, be good. Your Mommy is waiting for you to support her in the future."
Finally, after Fang Miaomiao had almost talked herself hoarse, Wen Yan'an stopped being sad. "Mommy, we won't play with Daddy anymore."
"Okay, we won't play with bad Daddy."
"Mommy, Grandma is calling me. I need to go see Grandma." Wen Yan'an said with a smile when he heard a knock. "Can we talk again tonight?"
"Okay, go ahead."
Fang Miaomiao hung up the video call and saw Wen Zhiyan looking at her with deep eyes. "Wen Zhiyan, what were you doing just now? You made my baby An'an cry."
"My wife, I will support her." Wen Zhiyan put his arms around Fang Miaomiao. "I don't need Wen Yan'an."
"You're almost thirty, why are you arguing with your son?"
"That's the truth." Wen Zhiyan said earnestly. "Wen Yan'an needs to support himself and his future wife."
Miaomiao is his wife. Wen Yan'an is just a little brat, why is he interfering? I've spoiled him too much.
"I can't believe you." Fang Miaomiao pinched Wen Zhiyan's face in frustration. "He's my son, and you're jealous of my son. Tonight, you're sleeping on the other bed."
"No." Wen Zhiyan said domineeringly. "You can't. We have to sleep together."
With that said, Wen Zhiyan lowered his head.
Their lips met.
Wen Zhiyan wrapped one arm around Fang Miaomiao's waist and intertwined his fingers with hers.
Fang Miaomiao's eyes widened.
After an unknown amount of time.
Fang Miaomiao was breathing heavily, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes were slightly hazy.
"Miaomiao."
"Mmm..."
Wen Zhiyan's eyes darkened, and his voice became much deeper. "Miaomiao."
"You, you." Fang Miaomiao shivered.
"Be good, I won't touch you." Wen Zhiyan said, hugging Fang Miaomiao. "Just let me hold you."
After holding each other for a while, Wen Zhiyan said, "I'm going to take a shower."
Fang Miaomiao looked at Wen Zhiyan, who was walking towards the bathroom in a slight panic, her cheeks burning red.
After a moment of daze, just as she was about to pick up her phone to watch videos, there was a knock on the door.
"Sister Miaomiao, dinner has arrived."
"Thank you, Little Zhi'er." Fang Miaomiao didn't miss Yu Zhi's reddened eyes. "What's wrong? Who bullied you?"
"Sister Miaomiao, no, no one bullied me." Kuaishuge
Fang Miaomiao looked at Yu Zhi's red eyes and her troubled little face. "What's wrong?"
Yu Zhi clasped her fingers together, looked at Fang Miaomiao with difficulty, and then lowered her head. "Can I take a leave of absence tomorrow?"
"Take a leave?"
"Yes, my father is sick and hospitalized. I want to go back and see my father."
"Of course, you can. How is your father now? Is it serious?"
Listening to Fang Miaomiao's comfort, Yu Zhi couldn't hold back her tears anymore. Big teardrops fell onto her hands. "Sister Miaomiao, my father fell while working in the field and broke his leg."
"Don't cry, your father will be fine." Fang Miaomiao hugged Yu Zhi. "Did you buy a ticket? If you bought a ticket, go back quickly. I don't need you here temporarily. You can stay with your father in the hospital. When your father is out of danger, you can come back."
"Sister Miaomiao."
"What? Is it not enough money?"
Yu Zhi choked out, "It's enough, it's enough."
"Be good." Fang Miaomiao patted Yu Zhi's back. "If you have any problems, tell me, okay?"
"Thank you, thank you, Sister Miaomiao."
"Go. Let us know when you land. Stay calm, your father is blessed and will be fine."
"Thank you, Sister Miaomiao. I really don't know what to say." Yu Zhi bowed to Fang Miaomiao.
"Go."
Fang Miaomiao watched the retreating figure. If that company in her previous life hadn't hidden the news of her grandmother's hospitalization, would she have been able to see her grandmother one last time?