"There will always be a way," Fang Yuan murmured. "Did that person give you a time limit?"
Zhou Wenjing shook her head. "Not really, but how long can the Fang Corporation hold on? The sooner this is settled and the money is secured, the better."
Fang Yuan leaned back in his seat and sighed. "We'll find a way. The immediate priority is Yan Huan's situation."
At the mention of the name, a flicker of impatience crossed Zhou Wenjing's eyes. "Don't bring her up. I said from the start we shouldn't have let Fang Yan Huan come back, but you didn't listen. Now look, she's given Fang Miaomiao a reason to leave. We raised her for so long, and we got nothing out of her."
"Oh, come on. We thought she looked good and could be another marriage prospect for us, which would benefit our company more," Fang Yuan admitted his past mistake. He continued, "Besides, she's with Wen Wenlan now. If Wen Zhi's family always controls the Wen Corporation, Wen Wenlan will eventually be in charge. It looked like a win for us."
"The problem is Yan Huan's current state. What if Wen Wenlan's family doesn't approve of Yan Huan?"
Fang Yuan shook his head. "No, I've seen it. Wenlan is a loyal one. As long as Yan Huan doesn't do anything out of line, Wenlan will always like her."
Zhou Wenjing frowned. "What if Old Master Wen eventually entrusts the company to Wen Zhiyan?"
She vaguely suspected why Wen Zhi's family was so worried about Wen Zhiyan's leg. If Wen Zhiyan were miraculously able to stand again, with his qualifications, reclaiming the Wen Corporation wouldn't be an issue.
"You're just a woman, what do you know? Enough of this talk. I'll send people to watch this place. We'll find an opportunity to ascertain the situation with Wen Zhi's leg. As for you, comfort Fang Yan Huan. She's Wen Wenlan's girlfriend, after all. She might still be useful."
"Understood. Drive on. This trip was such a waste of time. I'll go home and get a good night's sleep."
"After we get out, you can take a taxi back yourself. I need to go to the company."
Zhou Wenjing stared at his profile for a while before shifting her gaze forward.
...
"I have a feeling Zhou Wenjing's actions just now were a bit off," Fang Miaomiao murmured, curled up on the sofa and looking at the script in her hands.
The script was for "Hua Jin," hot off the press, but only contained three scenes. It was said to be a measure to prevent leaks.
"What do you mean, Miaomiao?"
Fang Miaomiao recalled the scene she'd subconsciously turned to see. Zhou Wenjing's expression was as if she'd been caught after failing to carry out a malicious act.
"Are you suggesting Zhou Wenjing wanted to push me?"
"I'm not sure." Fang Miaomiao shook her head, then a flash of inspiration struck her. "Do you think she might have wanted to confirm your leg injury?"
Wen Zhiyan raised an eyebrow. "The people behind this want to know if I can truly stand again, so they persuaded Zhou Wenjing to come and test me."
"I suspect that's it," Fang Miaomiao nodded. It wasn't her being overly suspicious. Zhou Wenjing and Fang Yuan cared about Fang Yan Huan, but that affection wouldn't lead them to seek reconciliation so proactively.
Unless there was some conspiracy, or someone was targeting them, causing their company to falter.
Otherwise, she couldn't think of any other reason.
"So that's it. Fang Yuan came to beg for mercy, and Zhou Wenjing came to test."
Fang Miaomiao tsked. "You're so pathetic. So many people want to bully you."
"Then can I trouble Miaomiao to protect me?"
Fang Miaomiao met Wen Zhiyan's gaze, seeing her own reflection in his pupils for a long moment before shaking her head with feigned seriousness. "That won't do. I'm very weak. I can't even protect myself, how can I protect you?"
Wen Zhiyan looked at Fang Miaomiao, silent.
Fang Miaomiao nervously touched her nose and took a step back. "How about this, you hire bodyguards, and I'll pay for them. What do you say?"
A hint of a smile appeared in Wen Zhiyan's handsome eyes. "You're really putting yourself out there, taking such a big step back."
Fang Miaomiao nodded, feeling it was indeed a significant concession.
Wen Zhiyan shook his head helplessly. "Don't worry, I've noted this. I'll protect myself. But what about you? What do you plan to do about Fang Yan Huan?"
"What can I do? With Wen Wenlan around, what can I do to Fang Yan Huan?" Fang Miaomiao spread her hands. Besides, there was no direct evidence from the last incident.
Fei Qingqing was just a pawn.
She couldn't find any evidence from her.
Her phone vibrated.
Wen Zhiyan gestured for Fang Miaomiao to answer.
"Hello, Man Tong."
"The Fei Qingqing matter, did you find it out?"
"How could I? I just provided some evidence. The police were the main ones who did a good job."
She wasn't a detective, what could she investigate?
Besides, arresting suspects was clearly the police's merit.
"Comrade Fang Miaomiao, there are no paparazzi around, can you stop flattering them?"
"How is this flattering? It's the truth."
"Right, right, right. Have you seen the trending searches? Fei Qingqing was sentenced to three years for intentional injury." Cui Man Tong shook her head regretfully. "She's a good actress, but her heart is not good. She wanted to harm you but ended up harming Wen Wenlan."
Fang Miaomiao shook her head.
"Ah, after three years, she'll be a nobody in the entertainment industry."
The entertainment industry was already the fastest changing place, and with Fei Qingqing breaking the law, she had no chance of staying in the industry. Not even a bit part.
"Why think so much about it?"
"Why talk about this? Of course, it's because I'm angry. They still haven't found the culprit for the glass incident."
Fei Qingqing's arrest only resolved the wire incident. What about the glass?
"The glass, it's probably impossible to find," Fang Miaomiao said, leaning back on the sofa.
"Those who do bad things will surely have a bad end."
Fang Miaomiao shook her head, agreeing in comfort. "Sister Man Tong is right."
"By the way, I almost forgot the big news. The crew of 'Hua Jin' was delayed, right? I have a guest role there, about three scenes. Do you want to come?"
"What role?"
Cui Man Tong coughed a few times. "A Daoist nun?"
"Ah, yes, a Daoist nun, or a master-like character. Ethereal and elegant. The location is Qingdao Temple."
Fang Miaomiao thought for a moment. "When is it? I need to check if it conflicts with my schedule."
"This week. It should only take about two days to finish." Cui Man Tong softened her voice and acted spoiled. "The director really likes your face. She keeps talking to me. I feel like if I don't help her, my ears will get calluses. My dear Miaomiao, please, please."
"Okay."
Cui Man Tong's eyes lit up upon hearing the reply. She hugged her phone and kissed it twice. "Miaomiao, I love you!"
"Mwah."
Fang Miaomiao hung up the phone and saw Wen Zhiyan looking at her expressionlessly.
"You? What's wrong?"
"Nothing. You're going to film?"
Fang Miaomiao nodded. "Yes, Man Tong recommended me for a guest role. It'll take about two days, and it's within A City."