Fang Miaomiao, unusually flustered, scratched her head and shouted after Wen Zhiyan's retreating back. After receiving the computer password, she went into the study to set up her computer for the live stream.
Wen Yan'an, who was playing with the dog on the balcony and witnessed everything, shook his head like a little adult: "Why didn't I know Dad was so timid before? He doesn't even dare to openly ask for recognition."
"What are you sighing about?"
Hearing someone sighing repeatedly from the kitchen doorway, Wen Zhiyan could no longer stand it. He turned to face the person and said, "If you're that bored, come help me."
"Dad, you can't do it like this," Wen Yan'an said with a serious shake of his head. "Mom clearly hasn't realized what you're trying to do. Why don't you just say it directly?"
Wen Zhiyan's earlobes turned red. "Say it directly? Don't I have any pride?"
Wen Yan'an let out a "heh" sound. "What's pride? Can you eat it? Dad, don't forget, Mom's reputation is excellent right now. If you don't hurry up and prove your status, don't blame me if Mom gets snatched away by someone else."
"You brat, how dare you talk to your dad like that."
"I'm teaching you," Wen Yan'an said seriously. Suddenly, he thought of something and beckoned to his father. "Dad, I have a great idea. Do you want to hear it?"
Although Wen Zhiyan said he didn't want to, his body betrayed him as he moved closer to Wen Yan'an.
After Wen Yan'an whispered for a while, Wen Zhiyan looked at him with suspicion. "Are you sure? I feel like you're not very reliable."
"Trust me," Wen Yan'an said with full confidence.
"Trust you?"
"Dad, we're father and son," Wen Yan'an said indignantly in his childish voice. "You don't even trust your own son?"
Wen Zhiyan: "..."
He just put such a heavy accusation on him?
"Dad."
"Alright then," Wen Zhiyan pondered for a moment and nodded slightly. "I'll handle this matter."
Wen Yan'an looked at Wen Zhiyan suspiciously. For this kind of thing, was his dad planning to let someone else handle it instead of doing it himself? He suddenly regretted offering the suggestion.
After dinner.
Fang Miaomiao pinched Wen Yan'an's cheek and then went to the study.
#Fang Miaomiao and Xixi Go Live#
#Master and Disciple Live Linkup#
Fang Miaomiao posted her live stream link on Weibo from her phone. Looking up, she saw 100,000 viewers on the computer screen.
"Good heavens, I've just started streaming, and there are already so many people?"
【Ahhh, my Miaomiao, I'm first.】
"Yes, first, first. The other actors haven't entered yet, so shall we chat?"
【Okay, okay.】
As soon as she finished speaking, gifts started pouring into the live stream.
Fang Miaomiao's brow furrowed imperceptibly, and then she operated her device. "Oh, I remembered. I forgot to turn off the gift-giving function. I'm sorry. Can you private message me later if you sent gifts? I'll have my assistant refund you."
【Miaomiao jie, it's okay. Seeing you happy made me want to send a gift.】
"That won't do. Take the money and buy something to eat, or buy something you need. Money should be spent on things that matter, understand?"
【Okay.】
As Fang Miaomiao was chatting with the people in the live stream, the main creative team of the drama also started to join.
"Aunt Miaomiao," Xixi asked curiously after watching the screen for a long time, "Where's An'an?"
"Oh, An'an is playing with his dad," Fang Miaomiao said. "I'm in the study streaming."
"Aunt Miaomiao, I can go back to school tomorrow. Will An'an go to school tomorrow?"
Fang Miaomiao hesitated for a moment. "I'll have to discuss this with An'an. If he's willing to go to school, then I'll take him. If he's not, we'll let him stay home a little longer."
【Tsk tsk tsk, rich second generation indeed. They can just decide not to attend class. Aren't you afraid of raising him wrong?】
【The person upstairs, what's wrong with you? How they raise their child has nothing to do with you.】
Fang Miaomiao smiled at this comment and said with extreme arrogance, "What are you afraid of? With An'an like this, I can afford to raise ten of him."
"Master," Xixi called out crisply.
【Ahhh, Master, alive! I love it. I feel like I'm seeing the protective Master again. Master, please accept your disciple's bow.】
The snarky comments were easily defused by Fang Miaomiao.
Zeng Nian, who had been watching the live stream, finally breathed a sigh of relief. Miaomiao now seemed reborn, and she didn't have to worry at all.
"Sister Nian, you have a call."
"Whose?"
"Director Chen Tianming."
"Director Chen?" Zeng Nian doubtfully took the phone and muttered, "Isn't Director Chen preparing to submit his film for review? Why does he have time to call me?"
"Hello, Director Chen, why are you calling so late?"
After listening to what the person on the other end of the phone said, Zeng Nian frowned and looked at Fang Miaomiao in the live stream. "Does Miaomiao know about this?"
"I think it doesn't matter if she knows or not," Director Chen Tianming on the phone was almost laughing his head off. "Someone will resolve it anyway."
Zeng Nian said with a mix of amusement and helplessness, "Director Chen, how can you be like this?"
"Don't worry, the salary will definitely be enough," Chen Tianming patted his recently full stomach and leaned back comfortably in his lounge chair. "Besides, we've collaborated so many times. You know what kind of person I am, right?"
Zeng Nian's heart softened. "Okay, let's agree first. I'll only be responsible for agreeing."
The rest has nothing to do with her.
"No problem. Take your time then. I'll start preparing. This will take me quite some time."
"Alright."
After hanging up the phone, Zeng Nian was still in a daze when she heard an exclamation.
Zeng Nian rushed over, thinking something had happened. She saw Miaomiao in the live stream hugging the cute An'an, with another hand entering the frame.
The bullet comments were filled with screams of "ahhh."
Fang Miaomiao's lips twitched. She asked tentatively, "Can you guys... be a little quieter?"
This wasn't just her stream; it was for the drama, for the team.
【Wuwuwu, his fingers are so long, truly fair as jade with well-defined joints. Such hands, I could worship them for a lifetime.】
【And did you hear that voice just now? So magnetic. Who is it? What unscrupulous marketing account spread rumors that Miaomiao's husband was an old man? This voice is clearly my heartthrob.】
Seeing the live stream's direction going awry, Fang Miaomiao quickly changed the subject. "Everyone, our live stream is almost over."
【Don't stop, I think we can chat all night.】
"No, staying up late causes baldness."
【Wuwuwu, what should I do? My Miaomiao, I want to see your husband. Why don't you make it official? Or participate in a reality show.】
"Our live stream for today ends here. Thank you all for your attention. We'll see you in 'Descending the Mountain'."
After Fang Miaomiao finished speaking, she quickly turned off the stream.