Da Chen apologized to Wen Zhiyan behind him, "Master Wen, I'm sorry."
He really hadn't expected Fang Yanhuan to go this far.
"But I'm just curious," Xin Xuanlai asked, confused. "We haven't found any evidence of her harming anyone, so why would she run?"
Or had Fang Yanhuan done something bad, but they just hadn't found out yet?
"It really is one wave after another."
Wen Zhiyan chuckled, "What are you afraid of, Xin Xuanlai? Call Wen Wenlan."
Xin Xuanlai gave an embarrassed smile. "Master Wen, young master Wenlan is preparing to join a crew these days and probably doesn't have time to investigate these matters."
"Who said I asked you to call him to investigate Fang Yanhuan?" Wen Zhiyan raised an eyebrow. "I was just thinking of checking on my nephew."
Fang Miaomiao looked at Wen Zhiyan several times.
Wen Zhiyan turned his head to meet Fang Miaomiao's gaze. "What is it?"
"You've become bad."
However, understanding Wen Zhiyan's line of thought, it was logical that Fang Yanhuan, with her poor reputation and the bankruptcy of the Fang Corporation, would have to turn to Wen Wenlan.
"Aren't you afraid she'll just give up and go downhill?"
Wen Zhiyan shook his head. "She wouldn't be able to bear it."
"Master Wen, we're here."
"Mm."
As Fang Miaomiao and Wen Zhiyan stepped out of the elevator, they saw Fang Zhihuan standing ramrod straight by the door, still in his white suit.
"Yo, are you two finally gracing us with your presence?"
"Speak properly."
"Am I not speaking properly?" Fang Zhihuan chuckled. "Is the sentencing over there?"
Wen Zhiyan didn't reply and opened the door.
Living room.
Fang Zhihuan lounged on the sofa, the sunlight filtering through the balcony, casting a tranquil glow upon him, lending him an air of serene peace.
"Didn't your people tell you?"
Fang Zhihuan elegantly sipped his tea. "Zuo Yan didn't go to court today. He went to help me sort out matters with the Wen Corporation."
"Ran Qiu received the death penalty. Hong Lu and Wen Renhe were sentenced to fifteen years."
Fang Zhihuan's hand paused as he set down his cup, quickly recovering. "Tsk tsk tsk, how tragic for their later years. Fifteen years, what a shame. My little darling died before even turning fifteen."
"I'm sorry."
"You don't need to apologize to me. This has nothing to do with you." Fang Zhihuan's gaze fell on Wen Zhiyan's legs. "I didn't expect your legs to be able to stand again. A medical miracle?"
"Perhaps heaven felt I had suffered too much and took pity on me for once."
Fang Zhihuan smirked. "I think heaven has shown you quite a bit of pity."
A wife and son, and now his legs are healed.
Wen Zhiyan smiled faintly, remaining silent.
"Wen Zhiyan."
"Mm?"
"Thank you," Fang Zhihuan said calmly. "Without you, I might never have been able to accept it, let alone return to this land and embark on the path to uncover the truth."
"Thank you for what?" Wen Zhiyan paused. "This is something our family owes the little darling. I hope you can move on soon. The little darling is in heaven, perhaps they hope you'll be happy too. Besides, my eldest brother is by the little darling's side, they will be happy."
The little darling and eldest brother would be happy in the next life.
Fang Zhihuan snorted and didn't dwell on the topic. "I'll be leaving tomorrow."
Wen Zhiyan met Fang Zhihuan's eyes. "Have you seen them?"
"I've seen the little darling and your eldest brother."
Wen Zhiyan fell silent.
"Alright, what's a grown man of thirty being so sentimental?" Fang Zhihuan stood up. "Let it all go and live well."
"I'm 29."
"Heh." Fang Zhihuan rolled his eyes unceremoniously. "Twenty-nine by Western count is thirty by lunar. Don't argue."
"Don't let the door hit you on the way out."
"You little brat."
"Come back for the wedding feast later."
Fang Zhihuan froze. "Wedding feast? What wedding feast? You got divorced? When did that happen? How come I didn't know?"
Wen Zhiyan quickly glanced towards the kitchen, and seeing that Miaomiao hadn't come out, breathed a sigh of relief. "Can you please shut up and not be such a bigmouth?"
Fang Zhihuan looked at his anxious and flustered movements and only then realized. "You want to have a wedding for you and Miaomiao?"
Wen Zhiyan's ears turned red. "I haven't even proposed yet."
"Didn't you two already get married?"
Wen Zhiyan looked at Fang Zhihuan's lack of romantic sensibility and felt a pang of regret. Why had he even brought this up with such an unartistic elder?
Fang Zhihuan slowly came to a realization. "I remember now, you only got the marriage certificate before, right?"
"Not entirely stupid, then."
Fang Zhihuan clicked his tongue and shook his head. "No wonder you've been so jumpy these past few days. Aren't you afraid people will misunderstand you?"
"Will they?"
"Of course! For a wedding, the bride should have a sense of involvement, alright?" Fang Zhihuan said, patting Wen Zhiyan's shoulder like an experienced person. "Besides, too much surprise turns into a scare."
Wen Zhiyan fell silent.
"When are you proposing?"
"This Saturday."
"And when are you getting married?"
"If possible, I want to propose on Saturday and get married over the weekend," Wen Zhiyan said earnestly.
Fang Zhihuan suddenly felt his fists itching.
"Did I say something wrong?" Wen Zhiyan looked at Fang Zhihuan, who seemed to be gritting his teeth, with rare confusion.
If it weren't for Wen Yan'an's strong opposition, why would he have chosen Saturday? Such things should be dealt with as soon as possible, then Miaomiao would be his sooner.
Fang Zhihuan sighed like an old man, the words stuck in his throat, and could only turn into a sigh. "I think my departure date might be extended."
At least, he had to see someone's lifelong event through.
A guy with negative emotional intelligence, he couldn't fathom what Fang Miaomiao saw in him.
"You're going to help me?"
"Something like that. Don't forget I have a wedding planning company under me," Fang Zhihuan said with a touch of pride. "This is child's play for me."
"Then, thank you, brother?"
Fang Zhihuan paused, coughed a few times, and awkwardly adjusted his glasses. "Since you're calling me brother, I'll make sure this is an unforgettable event."
Fang Miaomiao came out of the kitchen and saw the two of them whispering in the living room.
"What are you two talking about?"
Wen Zhiyan stood up abruptly. "Nothing, nothing. Just discussing some matters with him."
Fang Zhihuan looked at Wen Zhiyan's anxious explanation to Fang Miaomiao, his eyebrows raised, his eyes full of amusement.
"We're discussing the future development of the Wen Corporation," he smoothly changed the subject. "What's Sister-in-law making? Will I be lucky enough to have some today?"
"Home-style cooking."
"Is that so? I rarely eat home-style food abroad. I'll have to eat a lot at lunch today."
After lunch, Fang Zhihuan was full of praise for Fang Miaomiao's cooking.
Fang Miaomiao cheerfully cleared the dishes and went into the kitchen.
When she came out, Fang Zhihuan had already left.
"He left in such a hurry?"
Wen Zhiyan put down the book in his hand and explained, "The Wen Corporation's reputation is precarious right now, and Fang Zhihuan has been quite busy lately."