Fang Miaomiao opened Weibo with practiced ease.
As expected.
Fei Qingqing was the top trending topic.
Clicking into it, Fei Qingqing in the video looked quite spirited.
"Holy shit, so Fei Qingqing actually committed a crime?"
"Duh, didn't you hear her say she originally intended to harm Fang Miaomiao, but Wen Wenlan used the wire she cut? Do you think Fang Miaomiao knew all along and deliberately swapped their wires to harm Wen Wenlan."
"Are you insane, upstairs? Are you smarter than the police? I don't understand, did Fang Miaomiao kill your family or ruin your future that you're all cursing her like this? What exactly did she do wrong?"
"I don't know. I feel like every time Fang Miaomiao is involved, the online negativity is unusually high. Even though the person in question has come out to clarify, these haters are like dogs biting a bamboo pole, refusing to let go. I don't think she's done anything morally reprehensible."
"That's why I hate the entertainment industry and these fandoms so much. They're just so annoying."
Fang Miaomiao raised an eyebrow: Not bad, my reputation seems to have improved quite a bit recently.
Does this mean the influence of heavenly laws will lessen?
"What are you writing?" Wen Zhiyan, seeing Wen Yan sleeping, returned to the room and found someone hunched over the bed, writing vigorously. He asked with a smile.
"The story outline," Fang Miaomiao chewed on her pen, thought for a while, and continued writing. "Hmm... and the original owner's memories. Didn't I tell you I had a dream all night last time? It wasn't really a dream, it was all the original owner's memories."
"Didn't you say you received all of the original owner's memories when you arrived?"
Fang Miaomiao nodded and shook her head: "That's what I thought, or what 'they' made me think. In reality, images would flash through my mind from time to time, elusive."
She used to think it was her imagination. Now, she thought, it must be that some memory fragments of the original owner were missing.
"So, you've recovered them all now?"
"Recovered them," Fang Miaomiao nodded, spreading her hands. "And I saw that the original owner actually quite liked An An, but there was always a voice in her head telling her that she should hate An An."
Wen Zhiyan was silent for a moment: "She will be happy in that world."
"She will be," Fang Miaomiao nodded firmly.
"What memories have you organized?"
"You can take a look," Fang Miaomiao casually handed him a piece of paper filled with writing, and continued writing.
Wen Zhiyan took a piece of paper and read it carefully.
By the end, he frowned: "Miaomiao, have you met Hong Lu?"
Fang Miaomiao peeked over: "What? I know this person's name. I told you last time she was sent to prison, but I don't know her."
It's strange, the original owner had met everyone in the Wen family, but never Hong Lu.
Wen Zhiyan opened his phone and flipped to a photo.
A family portrait.
Wen Zhiyan was on the far side.
"This is Hong Lu."
"She looks a bit familiar," Fang Miaomiao slapped her thigh. "I remember now. Do you remember when the original owner saved Grandpa? The original owner met Hong Lu there."
"Are you sure?"
"Sure. Thin waist, beautiful, charming and alluring."
Wen Zhiyan was silent for a moment, put down the paper in his hand, and picked up another one: "Continue."
Fang Miaomiao raised an eyebrow and continued to write.
After writing for an unknown amount of time, Fang Miaomiao shook her sore hand: "In the book, the scene that left the deepest impression on me was An An being abducted by the original owner. That's the most likely thing to leave psychological trauma."
"So, you think An An can't avoid the kidnapping?"
"Perhaps, probably, that's the case," Fang Miaomiao said through gritted teeth. "So, I want to lure the snake out of its hole."
"No, Miaomiao, this, I'll do it."
Letting Miaomiao and An An lure the snake out of its hole would be like letting those people know his legs could stand.
Fang Miaomiao looked at him without speaking.
Wen Zhiyan sighed: "I don't care, you must listen to me on this."
"Wen Zhiyan, you're being a male chauvinist."
Wen Zhiyan frowned. He had studied, and male chauvinism meant that the man decided everything, and the woman had no right to object.
However, on this matter, it was indeed necessary.
Wen Zhiyan nodded: "Yes, I am a male chauvinist."
Fang Miaomiao was dumbfounded when she heard this. She immediately got up and pounced, pinning Wen Zhiyan down.
"Miaomiao," Wen Zhiyan wrapped his arms around Fang Miaomiao's waist. "We'll talk about this later, okay? It's not yet time to lure the snake out of its hole."
"I'm just too anxious."
The thought of her An An being kidnapped and turning back into the quiet, dull-eyed child he used to be made her heart ache.
Her An An had finally become lively and cheerful.
"We can't be anxious," Wen Zhiyan looked at Fang Miaomiao seriously. "If we're anxious, we'll be in chaos, and chaos will lead to trouble."
Fang Miaomiao met his deep eyes, in which her reflection could be seen.
Wen Zhiyan soothed Fang Miaomiao: "Trust us, okay? At the very least, trust An An. An An is more capable and stronger than we imagine."
"I'm sorry."
"Cry."
"Cry?" Fang Miaomiao's eyes showed an expression of "Are you crazy?" "Why should I cry?"
Wen Zhiyan: "..."
Alright, he was sure. Miaomiao was even stronger than he had imagined, and she was the type of person who could ignore baseless rumors. How could she be weak?
As soon as Fang Miaomiao thought of An An, she was as energetic as if she had been injected with chicken blood. She climbed off Wen Zhiyan: "Quick, we still need to formulate some tactics. Do you think we should discuss with An An about putting a locator on him?"
"Discuss with An An. If he agrees, we'll put it on. If he doesn't, we won't."
"Of course, and you too."
"Me?"
"I have a feeling that you are also a target."
"Okay, I'll protect myself."
Fang Miaomiao nodded in satisfaction, preparing to continue writing.
Wen Zhiyan glanced at his phone message, a cold glint flashing in his eyes: "Miaomiao, it's getting late. We should rest. There's a good show tomorrow."
"Almost done."
Wen Zhiyan waited obediently.
Only after she finished writing did he take what was in her hand and hug her to sleep.
The next morning.
Wen Zhiyan was still making breakfast when someone called.
"Dad, Grandpa is on the phone."
"Okay, I know. An An, eat your breakfast. After that, Xin Xuan will take you to school."
"Okay, Dad."
Wen Zhiyan took his phone and walked to the balcony.
"Wen Zhiyan."
"Father, is there something you need?"
"Is the company's situation your doing?"
Wen Zhiyan leaned against the railing, looking at the scenery outside. "Father, what are you saying? I don't understand."
"Key personnel are resigning one after another. Do you dare to say this isn't your instigation?"
"And why did Zhao Yiran's side breach the contract?"