"Madam Fang, I don't want to discuss past events. You should know better than anyone what kind of situation it was."
They weren't the ones who needed to apologize to her.
She had no right to forgive these people on behalf of the original host.
"Then, Yan Huan?" When Zhou Wenjing mentioned her daughter, her eyes instantly welled up. "She likes acting, but because of this incident, she's being scolded by netizens. Miao Miao's life isn't like this. You can't ruin her. I only have this one daughter."
"But... isn't it her own wishful thinking to live in a house that doesn't belong to her?"
The key was that she wasn't even paying rent.
How excessive!
"But if you don't live there, what's wrong with letting your sister live there for a while? You're sisters. Do you have to be so petty?" Zhou Wenjing, agitated, almost wanted to bite Fang Miaomiao. "You're sisters."
"Who's her sister?" Fang Miaomiao impatiently interrupted Zhou Wenjing. "Besides, she and I were born almost simultaneously. Sister? You're the younger sister. I'm an only child."
"Fang Miaomiao!"
"Less talk," Fang Miaomiao said, picking her ear. "As a lady from a wealthy family, why are you so irritable? Moreover, when asking for a favor, you should have the attitude of asking for a favor. This way, you look terrible."
"You dare to scold me?" Zhou Wenjing pointed at Fang Miaomiao, asking in disbelief.
"Mr. Fang, the expenses you've incurred on me don't even add up to a million, do they?" Fang Miaomiao didn't want to waste time on this matter and directly turned the topic to Fang Yuan.
Fang Yuan remained silent, as he knew Fang Miaomiao was right. Ever since they had children, both he and his wife had been busy with business, and their relationship with Fang Miaomiao wasn't very good.
Later, with the incident involving Madam Zhou, their relationship deteriorated further. After they learned about Madam Zhou's incident, they wanted to make amends to Fang Miaomiao.
But Fang Miaomiao looked at them as if they were strangers, with no emotion.
They didn't want this, and with their business doing well, they decided to try for another child.
After their persistent efforts, they finally conceived again. However, Fang Miaomiao was unhappy. She would watch Wen Jing's pregnant belly with a blank expression every time.
They were afraid something might happen to the child in her womb, so they thought of finding another place to live and reuniting with Fang Miaomiao after the child was born, living together harmoniously.
But the very next morning, Wen Jing tumbled down the stairs.
What's more, Fang Miaomiao was at the bottom of the stairs at that time. As soon as Wen Jing woke up, she claimed someone wanted to harm her child, and that person was Fang Miaomiao.
The child was miscarried. Although the surveillance footage showed that Fang Miaomiao had nothing to do with Wen Jing falling down the stairs, any lingering guilt Wen Jing had towards Fang Miaomiao vanished, replaced by dislike and disdain.
Miao Miao grew up in such an environment. In high school, she chose to board at school and didn't take a single cent from them.
He didn't know how things had escalated to this point, how a good family had fallen apart.
"Not a million," Fang Yuan shook his head.
"So, I gave you all my five million, which was all I had," Fang Miaomiao spread her hands, saying innocently. "Five million. You've made a profit."
The betrothal gift card was taken by Zhou Wenjing before the original host could even warm it.
The original host was the one who was truly wronged.
"Fang Miaomiao, you're talking nonsense," Zhou Wenjing's shrill voice echoed through the living room. "You owe me, you owe our family for a lifetime."
"You're so funny. I don't know how the child in your womb was lost, but I know it had nothing to do with me. Don't pin this on me, or I'll sue you for defamation."
"Fang Miaomiao."
"As for Fang Yan Huan, it has even less to do with me. I don't owe her, or more accurately, she owes me. Madam Fang, you'd better go back and have a good talk with her. If you walk by the river, you're bound to get your shoes wet."
"You!"
"Madam Fang, you have five minutes to leave here, or I don't mind keeping your entire family on the trending list, or if your family doesn't want to stay in A City anymore, I can accommodate that too," Wen Zhiyan's voice was icy. "As for the Ran family, convey a message for me: mind your own business, and you'll live longer."
"Yes, I understand. We've disturbed you," Fang Yuan said, nodding repeatedly in fear. "We'll leave immediately. Please, Master Wen, be merciful."
A hint of a meaningful smile flickered in Wen Zhiyan's eyes. "Why are you afraid of me? Don't you have the Ran family behind you?"
Fang Yuan shivered. He couldn't worry about anything else and immediately pulled Zhou Wenjing away.
"Why are you pulling me? Fang Miaomiao is truly lawless now. I need to teach her a lesson."
"Shut up. Do you really want to die? If you want to die, don't drag me down, don't drag down Fang Corporation."
"What do you know."
Inside the elevator, the two glared at each other, neither willing to back down.
"I know perfectly well what I'm doing. I'm asking what *you're* doing," Fang Yuan said impatiently. "You actually talked back to Fang Miaomiao in front of Wen Zhiyan. Do you think Fang Corporation isn't collapsing fast enough?"
"It's all because of you," Zhou Wenjing adjusted her clothes. "Why did you stop me just now?"
"Nonsense, we came here to beg for mercy, and you wanted to make a move against Wen Zhiyan."
Zhou Wenjing opened her mouth, unsure whether to tell Fang Yuan about this matter.
"Are you going to say it or not?"
"I'll say it. Stop grabbing my hand," Zhou Wenjing struggled to shake off Fang Yuan's hand and said irritably, "Didn't you call Second Master Ran last night?"
"Mm."
"I also received a call at that time."
Fang Yuan frowned, feeling that this matter wasn't as simple as it seemed. "Whose call?"
"Mrs. Wen Zhi's."
"Oh?"
"Nonsense, why would I deceive you with such a thing? It was really her voice. We met at a banquet a long time ago and exchanged contact information."
"Continue," Fang Yuan paused. "Wait, let's get in the car first."
After getting into the car.
Fang Yuan pressed: "Continue."
"She suspects Wen Zhiyan's leg has healed and wants me to test it. As long as Wen Zhiyan's leg problem is confirmed, she'll agree to inject twenty million into our company."
Fang Yuan frowned slightly upon hearing this. "Just for a piece of information, twenty million in funds?"
This sounded a bit unreliable.
"Why would I lie to you?"
"It's not that I think you're lying, I'm just curious why the Wen Zhi family is so concerned about Wen Zhiyan's leg. He really looks like he can't stand, based on his appearance. Is there any doubt about such a matter?"
"How should I know?" Zhou Wenjing rolled her eyes. "I originally wanted to test it, but you stopped me and ruined my good deed."
"Bullshit, what can a fall on flat ground show?"
"This is the only way. Otherwise, should I follow him around every day?" Zhou Wenjing said impatiently.