Fang Yanhuan's angry expression twisted into an ugly grimace upon hearing this.
Fang Miaomiao gave her a serious look and continued, "See, even uglier. Fang Yanhuan, did you have work done on your face?"
Her face felt asymmetrical no matter how she looked at it.
"Fang Miaomiao," Fang Yanhuan took a deep breath, suppressing her anger. "I'm not in the mood for this. Let me go."
"Alright, but you have to go somewhere with me."
Fang Miaomiao turned and walked towards Building 26.
Fang Yanhuan knew the information about the house had leaked. All she could do now was run and deny everything.
"Fang Yanhuan, is it? Our madam wants you to go up."
Several people nearby also stepped forward.
Seeing this, Fang Yanhuan bolted into Building 26.
Wen Yanan watched the screen, then looked at Wen Zhiyan. "I don't want to be with you. I want to go find Mom."
"To be a burden?"
Wen Yanan puffed out his cheeks, indignantly saying, "I'm not a burden."
He wanted to go up and protect his mother.
"You? At 1.2 meters tall with short legs? You go up there and you'll get hit by a single punch." Wen Zhiyan looked down at him before his gaze returned to the screen.
His Miaomiao was so cool.
Wen Yanan clenched his fists, resentful. "Dad, just you wait. I'll definitely grow taller than you."
Wen Zhiyan thought of his elder brother and sister-in-law's heights and looked at Wen Yanan with a hint of pity. "Don't worry, you won't be taller than me."
It was a joke. His elder brother wasn't as tall as him, so how could his son be taller? Impossible, not in this lifetime.
Wen Yanan: From now on, he would eat well, exercise well, and grow taller than his dad. Then, he would take his mom out to play and leave his dad home alone.
"Stop talking nonsense. Are you watching or not?"
"Watching," Wen Yanan snapped back to attention and said crisply.
"Madam." Xin Xuanlai noticed Fang Yanhuan behind Fang Miaomiao, his lips curling up, but his eyes held no smile.
At first glance, his demeanor was quite similar to Wen Zhiyan's.
He was indeed someone brought up by Wen Zhiyan, handsome.
Xin Xuanlai noticed Fang Miaomiao kept smiling at him, and his scalp tingled. "Madam?"
Don't do this, Madam. This is a live broadcast. If Master Wen saw Madam smiling at me, my bonus for the month would be gone.
"Don't be scared, I just think you have a bit of Wen Zhiyan's style, handsome."
Xin Xuanlai: "..."
Was she complimenting him or Master Wen? It didn't matter, as long as the bonus was in his hand.
"Xin Xuanlai, knock on the door."
When Fang Yanhuan saw Xin Xuanlai, she knew her involvement was exposed.
She wanted to leave, but several burly men blocked her path.
"Isn't this the current popular actress, Fang Yanhuan? Could this matter involve her?"
The reporters exchanged glances, their gossip instincts ignited. They all grabbed their cameras and microphones and rushed towards Fang Yanhuan.
"Excuse me, Miss Fang Yanhuan, are you the owner of this house?"
"Someone here is saying you secretly took possession of the house when no one was looking. Is this true?"
"I'm sorry, this matter cannot be disclosed at the moment," Fang Yanhuan said impatiently, pulling down her hat and mask. "And can you please not block my way? Believe it or not, I'll have my boyfriend report you, you disreputable reporters."
"Miss Fang Yanhuan, you've misunderstood. We are legitimate reporters from the television station, and we are here with permission from higher authorities."
In other words, you can't sue us even if you want to. You might as well answer the questions honestly.
Fang Yanhuan regretted it. She shouldn't have been soft-hearted and shouldn't have sympathized with Fei Qingqing. Now she had brought a pile of trouble upon herself.
"Can you please leave? I'm not accepting interviews right now."
Fang Miaomiao looked at Fang Yanhuan's disheveled state, a slight smile playing on her lips. "Xin Xuanlai, knock on the door."
"Got it!"
The door was knocked.
When Fei Qingqing opened the door, she saw Fang Yanhuan, looking somewhat disheveled, surrounded by reporters not far from the entrance.
Fang Yanhuan also saw Fei Qingqing. "Qingqing, save me."
Fei Qingqing didn't speak, but instead focused her gaze on Fang Miaomiao beside her. "You've come."
Fang Miaomiao raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me, this is my house."
"Fang Miaomiao, you're lying! This is my house. This is what you owe me."
The reporters exchanged glances.
Fang Yanhuan pushed past the reporters and strode towards Fang Miaomiao, her voice rising. "This is what you owe me. What's wrong with me living here? What's wrong with me letting my friend live here?"
Fang Miaomiao raised an eyebrow. "What do I owe you?"
"You owe me." Fang Yanhuan's face paled. She opened her mouth but couldn't finish, just looking stubbornly at Fang Miaomiao. "In short, you owe me."
Fang Miaomiao let out a scoff.
"Miss Fang Yanhuan, this property was purchased in full by our Master Wen, and it has nothing to do with you."
"The property deed is in Fang Miaomiao's name."
"Miss Fang Yanhuan, you can check the policies when you have time. It was clearly stated last year that without an agreement, the ownership of the property ultimately falls to whoever paid more. In other words, this house belongs to Master Wen. If you moved in without the consent of Madam or Master Wen, you have committed a crime."
"Fang Miaomiao, you did this on purpose, didn't you?"
She deliberately didn't change the locks, deliberately let her discover it, and then called the reporters to catch her after she moved in, leaving her with no way to defend herself.
Fang Miaomiao was truly venomous. She had underestimated her before.
Fang Miaomiao just smiled, not speaking.
"Excuse me, who are Fang Yanhuan and Fei Qingqing?"
Three men in police uniforms emerged from the elevator. They looked somewhat taken aback to see so many people in the hallway. "Why are there so many people?"
"Hello, officers. We are from the television station, and we are primarily here to resolve the matter of trespassing."
"Trespassing?" The leading officer frowned. "What's going on?"
The reporters concisely explained the situation.
"Fang Miaomiao?"
"That's me," Fang Miaomiao stepped forward.
"Do you have the property deed and other documents?"
Xin Xuanlai quickly produced the property deed and related documents. "This is my fault. I was too busy at the time and forgot to have people install new locks, which led to some people with ill intentions moving in. If we hadn't returned for something, we would never have found out."
The three officers exchanged a look and then took everyone to the police car.
"No, officers, this kind of thing can be resolved privately. We really shouldn't trouble the police, such a valuable resource."
Fang Yanhuan spoke to the police while cursing Fang Miaomiao in her heart: Was it necessary to involve reporters and call the police over such a small matter?