"Miao Miao."
"Dad," Wen Yan'an called out.
"Good boy, do you have homework?" Wen Zhiyan pushed the wheelchair towards Wen Yan'an.
Wen Yan'an nodded, "Yes."
"Good boy, go to your room and do your homework."
"Okay."
"Then I'll go make dinner?"
"Sister-in-law, no need to trouble yourself, that's not our priority right now," Fang Zhihuan said, sitting back on the sofa and crossing his legs casually.
Fang Miao Miao blinked and sat down on the sofa next to Wen Zhiyan.
"I looked into what you asked me to find about Xie Wanqing from two years ago. She was playing by the sea and nearly drowned. Coincidentally, your second brother was also vacationing there and rescued her when he saw her drowning."
Fang Zhihuan placed the file on the coffee table as he spoke. "After that, Xie Wanqing stayed by Wen Zhiyu's side for two years. But then, for some reason, Xie Wanqing and Wen Zhiyu had a big fight, and they parted ways. Xie Wanqing returned to China."
"So..."
"Melodramatic?" Fang Zhihuan finished, chuckling. "I agree, it's a very melodramatic story."
"So, Xie Wanqing thinks the Wen Corporation was unfair to second brother and wants to get revenge for him?" Fang Miao Miao found the idea herself to be unlikely.
Fang Zhihuan scoffed. "Who knows what goes on in a love-struck brain? I did some more digging into Xie Wanqing recently. Guess what? After she and Wen Zhiyu got their marriage certificate, she became as well-behaved as can be."
The two remained silent.
Fang Zhihuan spread his hands. "In any case, this is what I've found. Perhaps you're heading in the wrong direction, and this has nothing to do with Xie Wanqing?"
Investigating Xie Wanqing and involving Wen Zhiyu was less effective than focusing on that old woman Ran Lian. After all, she was a member of the Ran family, and besides the Wen family, her family was what she loved most.
Fang Miao Miao picked up the documents. They stated that two years ago, Xie Wanqing and Wen Zhiyu met and fell in love in Country T.
"I personally brought this back for you. Shouldn't you show some sincerity?"
Wen Zhiyan handed his tablet to Fang Zhihuan.
Fang Zhihuan, initially casual, became more serious as he scrolled down, his face darkening.
By the end, Fang Zhihuan's face was as black as ink, looking frighteningly grim.
"Are you sure?"
"Because of Big Brother's matter, we are now cooperating with the police."
In other words, this information was, to a certain extent, accurate.
Fang Zhihuan laughed. "I always thought he poured all his funds into Wen Corporation investments to fawn over the Wen family. I never expected this to be the reason."
To repay a life-saving debt, he sacrificed his own son. Impressive, truly impressive.
"I apologize."
"Never mind. When we agreed to cooperate, I said we would only cooperate on this matter. Once it's over, we have no further connection."
"I know."
"So, what now?"
Wen Zhiyan shook his head. "We are assisting. All the information we found has been handed over to the police."
Firstly, the police had better resources than him. Secondly, it was to fulfill his elder brother's last wish. Thirdly, selfishly, he didn't want his loved ones and An'an to be harmed.
If the person behind all this knew he was investigating, they might target An'an and the others.
He didn't have lofty ideals or the ability to overturn the heavens. He could only do his best to find evidence while protecting his family.
Fang Zhihuan scoffed. "You've become timid."
Wen Zhiyan didn't deny it.
"However, I suggest you return to Wen Corporation."
This matter, from any angle, seemed inextricably linked to Wen Corporation.
"I will," Wen Zhiyan smiled. "Just not right now."
"Alright, as long as you understand that. I'll be staying at the October Hotel for a while. Call me if anything comes up."
"Thank you."
"No need," Fang Zhihuan stood up and left without looking back. "I just want to get revenge for my foolish brother."
After he left, Fang Miao Miao looked at Wen Zhiyan with suspicion.
"I feel like you're both hiding something from me."
Wen Zhiyan touched Fang Miao Miao's head. "What do you mean? What do you want to eat for dinner? I'll make it."
"Anything is fine."
They walked into the kitchen one after the other.
"You're going back to Wen Corporation."
"Yes, if I don't go back soon, I won't be able to afford you," Wen Zhiyan said with a smile.
Fang Miao Miao glared at him. "Nonsense."
"Alright, alright, I'm talking nonsense. Please forgive me, Mrs. Wen."
Fang Miao Miao clicked her tongue. "By the way, Fu Lin's matter is resolved. I might be going back to acting soon."
"Good."
Fang Miao Miao leaned against the doorframe, watching the figure methodically busy himself in the kitchen under the lamplight. "Wen Zhiyan?"
"Hmm."
"After this is all over, let's go on a trip."
"Okay, I'll work hard to end this quickly."
Once this was completely resolved, he could take An'an to see his elder brother and tell him that An'an was doing well. The human trafficking case would also be thoroughly closed.
"I believe you."
Wen Zhiyan turned his head, looking at her eyes full of him, and smiled.
"Mom, what are you guys doing?"
"Your dad's cooking, and I'm supervising," Fang Miao Miao said, patting Wen Yan'an's head. "Finished your homework?"
"Mm-hmm."
"An'an, do you want to tell Dad about the happy things at school today?"
Wen Yan'an nodded and began recounting his day at school.
"An'an has friends?"
"Mm-hmm, An'an has many friends today," Wen Yan'an said, his eyes filled with joy and a hint of longing.
The two looked at each other, and Fang Miao Miao took Wen Yan'an's hand. "Our An'an will have even more friends in the future."
"An'an is amazing."
They showered him with praise, one sentence after another.
Wen Yan'an lowered his head shyly, a smile never leaving his eyes throughout dinner.
After dinner.
Wen Yan'an went to wash up, and Fang Miao Miao answered the phone. "Sister Nian."
"Miao Miao, you're trending again."
Fang Miao Miao instinctively frowned. "Is it good or bad? If it's bad, no need to tell me. I'm not interested, and there's no point in clarifying."
Haters were blind. Even if you wore your lips down to the bone, they wouldn't believe you.
"No, it's good news. I don't know which media outlet has collaborated with the prison to film a mini-variety show. Do you know who's in the first episode?"
"Fei Qingqing."
"So clever. Fei Qingqing said in the show that it was all her fault and thanked you."
"Oh, no need to thank me."
"Also, the results of the Fu Lin case are out."
Fang Miao Miao leaned back on the sofa. "Has the entertainment industry been in turmoil lately?"
"Stop with the idle talk. Your promotional video is out. Remember to repost it and interact with little Xixi."
Since Fang Miao Miao was the boss, she managed her Weibo account herself.
"Okay."