Wen Zhiyan ruffled Wen Yan'an's hair, "Are you hungry? Dad ordered some stir-fried dishes. We'll wait a little longer for the rice to arrive, okay?"
Wen Yan'an nodded, "Don't worry, Dad, An'an isn't hungry."
By the time he got up and felt hungry, he had already eaten biscuits, so he wasn't very hungry now.
"Then let's wait a bit, dinner will be here soon."
"Is Mom still sleeping?"
Wen Zhiyan sat down next to Wen Yan'an, picking up a book on the coffee table, "Mm."
"Dad, I have a question."
"What is it?"
"When are you and Mom going to have the wedding?" Wen Yan'an asked with a serious expression.
"What?" Wen Zhiyan was a little taken aback as to why An'an would bring this up.
"Don't you think it's incomplete without a wedding?"
Wen Yan'an stated that he wanted to give his mother everything, as long as she was happy.
Wen Zhiyan was silent for a moment, "I originally planned to get married on Chen Tianming's last variety show."
"Although Uncle Chen will be happy, is this really a good idea?"
Getting married on a variety show might truly be unprecedented.
"Why not?"
"This is a variety show, not a duet for the two of you."
Wen Zhiyan chuckled at this, "I never knew your little head could think so much before."
Wen Yan'an hummed a few times, "There's still a lot that Dad doesn't know."
"Okay, it's my fault. I shouldn't have underestimated our An'an." Wen Zhiyan patted Wen Yan'an's head, "So, what kind of wedding does An'an want to have for Mom?"
"A traditional wedding. Mom would like it. I noticed when she was watching videos, she paused here," Wen Yan'an said thoughtfully, "However, we still need to get Mom's opinion."
After all, Mom was the protagonist. As for Dad, he wasn't important.
"Not bad."
"What are you two talking about? What's 'not bad'?"
Wen Yan'an looked at Wen Zhiyan. Seeing him nod, he then ran over to Fang Miaomiao and took her hand, "Mom, let's have a wedding."
"What are you talking about?" Fang Miaomiao seriously doubted if she was still awake. Had she misheard?
"Miaomiao, don't you like it?" Wen Zhiyan also nervously stood up from the sofa and strode over to Fang Miaomiao, acting like a simpleton.
"Hold on." Fang Miaomiao took a sip of water and, after a while, finally understood, "An'an means that you and Dad are having a wedding, right?"
Wen Yan'an nodded emphatically, "Mom, you don't know, Dad talks in his sleep at night, saying he wants a title."
Fang Miaomiao raised an eyebrow and looked at Wen Zhiyan. She hadn't expected him to be like this.
Wen Zhiyan guiltily averted his gaze. It was An'an who said that. It had nothing to do with him. He didn't know anything.
"Okay."
As soon as she finished speaking, it was Wen Zhiyan's turn to be stunned. "Miaomiao, what did you just say?"
Wen Yan'an sighed helplessly. How could he have such a silly dad?
He stepped forward and clasped their hands together, "Dad, Mom said she's willing to marry you. You can start preparing for the wedding with Mom. Mom, what kind of wedding do you want to have?"
Fang Miaomiao thought for a moment, "A traditional one."
A phoenix coronet and embroidered robes, very beautiful.
It was something she had dreamed of for two lifetimes.
"Okay, Miaomiao, I will give you the most magnificent wedding," Wen Zhiyan said, his voice trembling as he hugged her tightly, "You will be the most beautiful bride in the world."
"Okay," Fang Miaomiao said with a smile.
"We're getting married, we're getting married! Dad and Mom are finally getting married!" Wen Yan'an clapped his hands, "I want to be the ring bearer for Dad and Mom."
"Are there ring bearers in traditional weddings?"
"It's okay, we'll take the essence and discard the dross. Who says a traditional wedding can't have a little ring bearer?"
"Hehe, Dad and Mom are getting married. An'an will escort Mom down the aisle."
"Suddenly, I'm a little nervous," Fang Miaomiao said uneasily.
"Leave it to me. I'll give Miaomiao a wonderful wedding."
"Then I'll unceremoniously be a hands-off boss."
"Good." Wen Zhiyan dotingly kissed Fang Miaomiao's forehead.
...
Day after day passed.
In the cold days, everyone was filled with joy.
Fang Miaomiao sat on the bed in her single apartment, nervously twisting the red veil in her hands.
"Mom, are you ready?"
Fang Miaomiao shook her head nervously, "A little nervous."
Wen Yan'an stepped forward and held Fang Miaomiao's hand, "Don't be scared, Mom, I'm by your side."
"Aunt Miaomiao, I'm by your side too." Xixi, dressed like a little fairy, looked at Fang Miaomiao and said sweetly, "Mom, how can you be so beautiful?"
"Haha, our Xixi is also the most beautiful little fairy in the world."
Xixi shyly stood behind Wen Yan'an, "Today, Aunt Miaomiao is the most beautiful fairy in the world."
"It's almost time. The groom's party will be here soon," Cui Mantong said excitedly from outside, "Comrades, get ready quickly, the groom's party is here!"
Amidst the joyous cheers, Wen Zhiyan piously put the wedding shoes he found onto Fang Miaomiao's feet and bent down to pick her up.
"Miaomiao, let's go home."
"Okay, let's go home together."
Wen Zhiyan carried her into the car.
The car circled the city and stopped in front of the October Hotel.
"Come on, take your brother's arm. I'll escort you down the aisle."
"Thank you, Brother Cui."
"On such a joyous day, you can't cry, or your sister won't let me sleep in the bed. I'll have to sleep alone in the middle of winter at night, and I'll lose out," Cui Tong said with a smile.
Due to some reasons concerning Fang Miaomiao, Wen Zhiyan and Mantong discussed and decided that he would recognize Fang Miaomiao as his god-sister. Therefore, it was his responsibility to hand Fang Miaomiao over to Wen Zhiyan today.
"Brother Cui."
"Let's go."
The door opened, and the guests' eyes were all on Fang Miaomiao.
Wen Zhiyan, dressed in a red robe, stared at Fang Miaomiao motionlessly.
Xin Xuan, acting as the host, saw this and quickly reminded, "The bride and groom have arrived! Please, groom, come forward to receive the bride and enter the happy hall of marriage."
Wen Zhiyan strode, his steps firm, towards Fang Miaomiao.
One step, then another.
The closer he got to Fang Miaomiao, the wider Wen Zhiyan's smile became.
Cui Tong watched this scene and looked at him like an idiot, "Look at you grinning like a fool, it's not worth anything."
On this joyous day, Wen Zhiyan decided not to argue with Cui Tong.
"Mantong and I are now considered Miaomiao's family. You must treat our Miaomiao well and not let her go home with red eyes, or I won't be polite to you."
"Okay, thank you, big brother."
Cui Tong then satisfiedly handed Fang Miaomiao over to Wen Zhiyan, "Go, Miaomiao, be with him. If he treats you badly, come back anytime. Your brother can still support you. We'll bring An'an back with you then."
As for Wen Zhiyan, he would be kicked out.