"Oh?" Wen Zhiyan's voice rose, "Does Miaomiao really think so?"
Fang Miaomiao nodded vigorously, "Yes, believe in yourself. Your face is your empire. You should have full confidence in your face."
"Miaomiao likes me because of my face too?" Wen Zhiyan's voice deepened, a hint of danger flashing in his eyes.
Fang Miaomiao continued to nod, then suddenly thought of something and blurted out, "It started with looks, but it ends with talent. How could I be so shallow?"
Wen Zhiyan put his arm around Fang Miaomiao's waist and pulled her into his arms, "Then, let me ask you, if a younger, better-looking man appeared before you right now, would you also fall for someone else, starting with looks and ending with talent?"
Fang Miaomiao listened to the voice coming from above her head, her scalp tingling: Save me, who brought up this topic? How am I supposed to answer this?
"Miaomiao, why aren't you answering?"
Fang Miaomiao surrendered, "I can't answer this question."
"Why?"
"Because, I just can't answer it," Fang Miaomiao tilted her head up confidently and pinched Wen Zhiyan's cheeks, "Don't push it. I can't out-argue you, but that doesn't mean you can always talk down to me."
Wen Zhiyan held Fang Miaomiao's hand and asked with a trembling voice, a question he had hidden in his heart for a long time, "Miaomiao, will you go back?"
Fang Miaomiao shook her head, "I have a feeling I won't. Although the original owner occasionally appears in my dreams, I don't think I'll return to my world. But speaking of which, when did you know I wasn't the original owner?"
"The first time we met, I suspected it."
Fang Miaomiao raised an eyebrow, "I thought I was hiding it quite well. Turns out I was just performing a one-man show."
"Not entirely," Wen Zhiyan played with Fang Miaomiao's hair.
Fang Miaomiao, bored, picked up her phone.
She had a message on WeChat.
It was from a private investigator she had hired with a substantial sum of money.
She suddenly sat up from Wen Zhiyan's embrace.
"What's wrong?"
"Something big."
Fang Miaomiao briefly recounted the situation involving the original owner, Fei Qingqing, and Fang Yanhuan.
"So you suspect Fang Yanhuan impersonated you to become Fei Qingqing's benefactor?"
"It's not a suspicion, it's a certainty. That's why I sent people to investigate these matters."
"Why didn't you let me find people for you?"
Fang Miaomiao patted Wen Zhiyan's face, "Why use a butcher's knife to kill a chicken? I need to go out for a bit. I'll message you when I get back."
"Okay, I'll make dinner tonight."
Fang Miaomiao gave him a thumbs-up, "A good home husband."
As she drove straight to the tea house, a middle-aged man wearing a baseball cap was already waiting in the room.
"Miss Fang."
"Hello, Mr. Zhao."
Mr. Zhao took out the document bag beside him, "This took us quite some time to uncover. I must say, Fang Yanhuan has subverted my understanding of the world."
Fang Miaomiao raised an eyebrow, "Considering your hard work, I'm willing to add an extra twenty thousand in consultation fees on top of the original amount."
Mr. Zhao smiled knowingly, "It's truly Fang Yanhuan's misfortune to have crossed you."
Fang Miaomiao shrugged, "I'm the one who's been in trouble lately."
Mr. Zhao took a sip of tea, "Judging by your demeanor, you don't seem bothered by the online comments."
Fang Miaomiao remained silent.
"Miss Fang, I have other matters to attend to, so I'll be leaving. If you need anything else, feel free to contact me. Given our similar personalities, I'll give you a 10% discount."
"60%?"
"My subordinates need to eat. 80%."
"Deal."
Mr. Zhao was taken aback for a moment, then burst out laughing, "Pleasure doing business with you, Miss Fang. Goodbye."
After Mr. Zhao left, Fang Miaomiao opened the document bag.
Inside were hospital billing statements, recordings, videos, and more.
Tsk tsk.
This is quite damning.
Fang Miaomiao wasn't bothered. She casually flipped through a few pages.
Just as she had suspected, Fang Yanhuan had impersonated her and become Fei Qingqing's savior.
"Fang Miaomiao, Fang Miaomiao, you asked for this with your sharp tongue. Now look at you, deserving to be bullied."
After reading all the documents, Fang Miaomiao packed them up, stood up, and prepared to leave.
"It's you?"
Fang Miaomiao looked at Fei Qingqing, who was standing not far from the door, and raised an eyebrow: Well, well, if it isn't an old acquaintance.
"What are you doing here?"
"Why can't I be here?" Fang Miaomiao leaned against the doorframe, "Ah, I suddenly wondered why I didn't see you on set after I recovered. I recall we still had a few scenes left to film, didn't we?"
"No, you're overthinking it," Fei Qingqing's tone was somewhat flat.
"Oh, is that so? I thought your scenes were cut again."
"What do you mean?"
"What do I mean?" Fang Miaomiao walked to Fei Qingqing with a smile and whispered in her ear, "Tell me, if people knew what you did to me, could Fang Yanhuan protect you?"
Fei Qingqing was startled and instinctively raised her hand to push Fang Miaomiao away, but forcefully restrained herself, "I don't know what you're talking about."
"It's fine, some people can't escape."
Fei Qingqing took a step back, "I don't understand what you're saying. And do you need something? If not, I have someone to meet."
"Fang Yanhuan sent you to see Fu Lin?"
Fei Qingqing's eyes darted around, avoiding Fang Miaomiao's gaze.
Fang Miaomiao became even more amused, "I didn't realize the Fang family's precious daughter had some sort of connection with Fu Lin. I just wonder, will you lose something?"
Fu Lin, his name was pleasant, but his actions were scandalous in the entertainment industry.
He was rich, a good investor with a keen eye. Almost every television show or variety show he invested in became a hit. However, he was ugly and had a wild lifestyle. Actors associated with him, regardless of gender, often found themselves entangled in unsavory affairs.
"Don't spout nonsense. Fang Miaomiao, do you really think you're still a young lady and can boss me around?"
Fang Miaomiao rolled her eyes, "Who cares about bossing you around? Be good, and I'll send you a nice gift in a few days."
If it were before, she might have considered her a promising junior and, given her relationship with the original owner, would have taken care of her.
Now, it seemed she had overthought things.
Fei Qingqing watched Fang Miaomiao's retreating back, gritted her teeth, and still chose to go to the room Fang Yanhuan had told her about.
It was actually an open-air courtyard rather than a room.
As she reached the entrance, she heard the sounds of men and women laughing inside.
Fei Qingqing hesitated for a moment, then knocked on the door.
Soon, the door opened, and a woman in sheer fabric, her body subtly revealed, peeked out. "You're Fei Qingqing?"
Fei Qingqing nodded, "Hello, I'm Fei Qingqing. I'm here for an audition."
The woman smiled, looked Fei Qingqing up and down, then moved aside, "Come in."