"Let's take An An to watch a movie in a few days," Fang Miaomiao said, thinking about her upcoming movie release.
"Okay," Wen Zhiyan held her tightly.
"And then we have to film Director Chen's teaser trailer," Fang Miaomiao's eyes lit up. "Oh, I almost forgot, do you have any work during the Lunar New Year?"
Wen Zhiyan didn't know whether to laugh or cry at her question. "What work would I have during the Lunar New Year? Besides, I'm an investor now, I only care about dividends. Everything else has nothing to do with me."
"Then let's go on a family trip," Fang Miaomiao said excitedly, hugging Wen Zhiyan's arm. "We'll go north to see snow during the New Year. After the second day of the new year, we'll go to City N to see the sea."
"Alright," Wen Zhiyan rubbed Fang Miaomiao's head. "Wherever Miaomiao wants to go, we'll go."
Fang Miaomiao, overcome with excitement, planted a kiss on Wen Zhiyan's cheek.
Wen Zhiyan raised an eyebrow and took the initiative.
Just as they were deeply engrossed in their kiss, a phone rang.
Wen Zhiyan reluctantly released Fang Miaomiao and answered the call. "Hello, Third Brother."
Hospital.
By the time Wen Zhiyan and Fang Miaomiao arrived outside the operating room, Ran Lian was still undergoing surgery.
"You're here."
Wen Zhiyan frowned. "What happened?"
"Too many things have happened recently. Mom was so angry that she's been lying in bed. But these past few days, Mother's spirits improved a lot, so I thought about doing other things. I didn't expect the maid to be careless and let Mom see the news on her phone, and she got angry again."
"If the nanny hadn't called 120 in time and sent her to the hospital, I don't want to imagine what would have happened."
Wen Zhiyan remained silent.
Wen Wenlan also rushed back from the entrance. "Dad, how is Grandma?"
Wen Zhijia shook his head. "She's in surgery, I don't know the situation."
"How could this happen?" Wen Wenlan was distraught. "Wasn't Grandma's spirits not good these past couple of days?"
How could she suddenly be in the hospital?
Silence filled the corridor.
After a while, the operating room door opened, and the doctor emerged with a solemn expression. "We've managed to save her, but she's currently in a coma, and..."
"And what?" Wen Zhijia asked anxiously.
"And your mother has no will to live and may remain in a coma."
"How could this be?" Wen Zhijia grabbed the doctor's arm. "Doctor, Doctor, save my mother. Our family has money, please. As long as you can save her, money is not a problem."
The doctor shook his head. "We've done our best. This still requires the family to talk to the patient frequently and encourage her to stimulate her will to live."
Otherwise, the outcome would be the same.
"How could this be?"
"Dad," Wen Wenlan helped Wen Zhijia to a seat and then looked at the doctor. "Is there no better solution? Or perhaps going abroad?"
The doctor shook his head. "My advice is that the patient's condition is unstable, so it's best not to move her. Whether domestically or abroad, the recommendation is to let her rest and then reawaken her will to live."
Fang Miaomiao stepped forward and held Wen Zhiyan's hand.
Wen Zhiyan shook his head. "I'm fine."
Wen Wenlan took a deep breath. "Then please arrange a room for Grandma."
"It's our duty. The patient will be moved to a ward shortly. I'll leave now."
"Thank you."
The group entered the ward and looked at Ran Lian on the bed, her skin wrinkled, appearing ten years older, lying motionless. For a moment, no one knew what to say.
Wen Zhijia sat by the bedside, looking at Ran Lian. The grown man wept like a child. "Isn't it said that only those who do bad deeds get retribution? My mother is so kind, she even donates money. How could she be in a coma?"
Fang Miaomiao shook her head, remaining silent.
Wen Wenlan glanced at Wen Zhiyan and gave a wry smile, also remaining silent.
"Miaomiao, let's go."
"Stop right there, Wen Zhiyan, have you had enough?"
Wen Zhiyan looked at Wen Zhijia, who was glaring at him angrily. "What does Third Brother mean by that?"
"Mom is lying in bed, and you haven't said a single word of concern. Now you're leaving. Do you have any regard for Mom, or for me as your second brother?"
"Dad, what are you doing?"
"What am I doing? I'm teaching this arrogant, heartless fellow a lesson."
Fang Miaomiao saw Wen Zhijia walking quickly towards Wen Zhiyan and stepped forward, pushing him aside.
Wen Zhijia hadn't expected Fang Miaomiao to push him and was sent staggering back several steps.
"You dare to push me?"
Fang Miaomiao shielded Wen Zhiyan. "Why can't I push you? You say Wen Zhiyan is heartless, so he is? In my opinion, he's much more heartless than you."
"More heartless than me?" Wen Zhijia acted as if he had heard something utterly unbelievable, pointing at Wen Zhiyan, then at himself. "He's more heartless than me? Fang Miaomiao, are you out of your mind? You don't protect a man like this."
"He's my man, what's wrong with me protecting him?" Fang Miaomiao said, tilting her head back. "If we're talking about who is the most heartless in this room, it's not you, not Wen Wenlan. It's the person lying in bed."
"Fang Miaomiao, you're relying on the fact that you're a woman and think I won't dare to hit you, aren't you?"
"You dare. Why wouldn't you dare?" Fang Miaomiao sneered. "Relying on the affection of Old Mrs. Ran, you wouldn't dare to do anything, would you? I'm standing here today. If you dare, believe me, if you dare to slap me, tomorrow I'll let everyone in City A, and even the whole country, know that your Wen family bullies the youngest son."
Wen Zhijia's eyes widened. He looked at the furious woman before him, momentarily speechless.
"Dad, what are you doing?" Wen Wenlan pulled Wen Zhijia's arm and shook his head at him.
"I'm just too upset. Look at him, he doesn't show any signs of sadness. No wonder, no wonder Mom doesn't like him."
If he were lying in bed, and his child didn't shed a tear for him, he would have died of anger.
"I'm sorry, my man doesn't need others to like him," Fang Miaomiao said, placing her hand behind her back and taking Wen Zhiyan's. "He doesn't need belated affection now either."
"Fang Miaomiao!"
"Don't shout," Fang Miaomiao said with a smile. "Although this is a VIP ward, there might be people next door. If people see the former head of the Wen Corporation losing his temper like this, what kind of impression will that leave?"
"You!"
"Can you only say these few things? No innovation at all. We'll leave Madam Ran to you. My man and I have other things to do, so we'll be going now."
Fang Miaomiao finished speaking and, ignoring Wen Zhijia's objections, pulled Wen Zhiyan out.