The weekend ended quickly.
Chai Yan couldn't stop smiling for the past two days. "Miao Miao, you have to come to our wrap-up party when we're done filming!"
"I'll see."
"Hahaha, after spending these two days together, I like you more and more."
"I like Director Chai too. Let's meet again sometime."
"Okay, okay, Miao Miao, happy wrap-up!"
"Thank you."
Getting into the car.
Fang Miao Miao felt her face was stiff.
"Mom."
"Wait a moment, your mom's face is frozen from smiling. Let me relax for a bit."
Wen Yan'an sat beside her motionlessly.
"Sister, try applying a warm towel to your mouth to soothe it," Yu Zhi said, handing Fang Miao Miao a towel.
"Is it warm?"
"Yes, I got some hot water from the Taoist temple."
"So thoughtful."
The towel wasn't too hot, just right for her lips.
It felt so comfortable.
Fang Miao Miao closed her eyes with satisfaction.
"Mom, can we have hot pot tonight?"
"Sure, did you tell Dad?"
"Yes, Dad said for us to go ahead, and he'll join us after work."
"Okay, I have the next few days off, so I'll drive An'an around every day."
Wen Yan'an shook his head. "Mom, just pick me up in the afternoon is fine."
Mom can't get up in the morning.
Fang Miao Miao: "..."
This child is so honest.
The car drove directly to the hot pot restaurant.
They arrived relatively early and managed to get a private room.
"Mom, we're in a private room now, so we don't have to wear masks."
"Good boy."
Wen Yan'an glanced at the door and, with a smile, slid off his stool. "Dad."
"An'an."
"Dad, flowers." Wen Yan'an smiled at Fang Miao Miao. "I know, these are for Mom, right?"
"Yes," Wen Zhiyan nodded.
"Master Wen, I'll go eat then."
"Go ahead."
After the door closed, Wen Zhiyan stood up from his wheelchair and led Wen Yan'an towards Fang Miao Miao. "For you, I hope you like them."
Fang Miao Miao stood up and took the bouquet with both hands, a smile never leaving her face. "Why did you think of buying me flowers?"
"An'an said that expressing love requires action. We have a gift at home too. Shall we open it after eating?"
Wen Yan'an tugged at Wen Zhiyan's sleeve. "Dad, do I have a gift?"
"Yes."
"Thank you, Dad."
After Wen Yan'an spoke, he went to the door and pushed the wheelchair to the table. "Dad, we're outside now, don't reveal it."
"Right, we can't reveal it. Listen to An'an."
The three of them ate hot pot.
Wen Yan'an recounted his experience in the pavilion.
"Is the Qing Jiu you mentioned a little boy?"
Wen Yan'an nodded. "Yes, he's taller than me and very handsome. His eyes are unforgettable."
"I've seen him too."
It seemed a bit strange, but Qing Jiu had indeed saved her life. Later, she sent people to the Qing Daoist temple several times, but she never saw this child. When she asked the abbot, he just shook his head.
"The world is vast and full of wonders. I don't think they have any ill intentions towards us. Since that's the case, let's just listen to them."
"Yes, yes, I like being with Mom and Dad." Wen Yan'an looked at Wen Zhiyan with bright eyes. "Dad, sometimes love needs to be expressed through actions, and also spoken out loud."
"Wen Yan'an, what do you watch every day?" Wen Zhiyan awkwardly changed the subject.
"I watch a lot, like 'Wild Kingdom', '100,000 Whys'. I've watched computer-related stuff, but I don't understand it. I also watch TV and videos." Wen Yan'an had a "believe me" expression. "Dad, really, you have to say it, otherwise how will Mom know you like her?"
This time, not only Wen Zhiyan, but Fang Miao Miao also blushed: "Let's eat, An'an. We still have to go back and open gifts, right? Don't you want to know what Dad got you?"
Wen Yan'an thought about it. "That's right. Also, Brother Qing Jiu said..."
What did he say?
Wen Yan'an blinked. Why did he feel like he couldn't remember clearly?
"Said what?"
Wen Yan'an shook his head. "I forgot, but I'm sure I can remember it."
"Go An'an!"
The moment they stepped into the apartment.
Wen Yan'an suddenly looked up. "Dad, Brother Qing Jiu said we can investigate now. Investigate those things thoroughly."
"What did you just say?"
"What did I say?" Wen Yan'an looked at Wen Zhiyan, a little confused.
Fang Miao Miao and Wen Zhiyan exchanged a look.
"Nothing, An'an, let's go open gifts."
"Okay, okay," Wen Yan'an bolted towards the living room.
Wen Yan'an opened the gift and looked at the drone inside. "Dad, is this for me?"
"Yes, I saw you were interested in this a while ago."
"Thank you, Dad, I really like it."
"Dad, investigate. Investigate those people. We can investigate."
Fang Miao Miao shook her head at Wen Zhiyan.
After coaxing Wen Yan'an to sleep, the two of them sat on the bed, looking at each other with solemn expressions.
Fang Miao Miao deliberated for a moment before speaking. "I vaguely know what An'an's words mean now."
"Hmm?"
Fang Miao Miao gave a wry smile and spread her hands. "I think sometimes we can look at this matter from a metaphysical perspective."
"Metaphysical perspective?"
Fang Miao Miao pointed to the ceiling. "Didn't I tell you before that this is a book, I'm the villain, and Fang Yan Huan and Wen Wen Lan are the male and female leads?"
"Yes, you did."
"If the male and female leads in the book are Wen Wen Lan and Fang Yan Huan, what if the protagonist of this world is Wen Yan'an?"
His biological parents died young, his stepmother didn't love him, and he was kidnapped. His stepfather eventually died.
This, no matter how you look at it, is a beautiful, strong, and tragic male protagonist.
Wen Zhiyan's expression stiffened. "So this is just the early stage, An'an's tragic childhood?"
"I think so. And that old man sent me here, perhaps to change Wen Yan'an's childhood. But this is all prearranged. We are going against the heavens, and that is not allowed from above."
Wen Zhiyan: The twenty-plus years he had lived, the science he had received, collapsed at this moment. And he felt that Miao Miao made a lot of sense.
"But what An'an said about us being able to investigate things, what does that mean?"
"Perhaps we can find out about Fang Yan Huan, or Xie Wan Qing's situation."
Fang Miao Miao's eyes lit up. "That's right! And also Xiang Ling's. After I reported it to the police, they didn't find any wrongdoing by Xiang Ling."
So, why would a good person target An'an?
This shouldn't be the case, unless something was deliberately omitted.
"No rush, we'll find out eventually."
If one person can't do it, then two. If two can't, then three.
They would find out.
"Miao Miao, thank you."
Thank you for coming into my and An'an's lives.
Thank you for changing our lives.
"What are you thanking me for?" Fang Miao Miao hugged Wen Yan'an. "We can do it. And if anyone should be thanked, it's you two."
Thank you for giving me a home, and a good boy like An'an.