Finally, this banquet murder game concluded with Fang Miaomiao and Cui Mantong emerging victorious. Chen Tianming, admitting defeat after choosing incorrectly, granted them a day off to do as they pleased.
"This is great," Fang Miaomiao said contentedly, lounging on Wen Zhiyan's lap.
Wen Zhiyan smiled and tapped Fang Miaomiao's forehead. "After this variety show wraps up, should we go somewhere?"
"Where?" Fang Miaomiao asked curiously.
Wen Zhiyan glanced at the camera and said nothing.
"Take a nap?"
Fang Miaomiao nodded and drifted into a deep sleep in Wen Zhiyan's arms.
[Is it just me who's curious what Miaomiao and brother-in-law are hinting at? It feels a bit odd.]
[Could they be unable to keep up the pretense and are planning to divorce?]
[The one above, haven't you brushed your teeth? Your mouth is so foul. Just hearing you speak is annoying. You're useless at everything except stirring up trouble between people.]
Later, the group spent three days in a rural courtyard, marking the official end of the first season.
Fang Miaomiao lay in bed.
"Why isn't my An'an back yet?"
Wen Zhiyan chuckled, "An'an isn't out of school yet. You've asked that many times."
"I miss An'an."
A day apart felt like three years. She hadn't seen An'an in so long.
Thinking this, Fang Miaomiao sighed, "Alas, my An'an is growing up. Otherwise, I would definitely sleep with him these past few days. How did he turn six in the blink of an eye?"
Wen Zhiyan stroked Fang Miaomiao's head. "We didn't celebrate An'an's birthday last time. When he turns seven, should we throw a big party for him or something?"
Fang Miaomiao shook her head. "Let's ask An'an first before deciding. What if An'an doesn't like it?"
Wen Zhiyan nodded. "Miaomiao, you want to sleep with children?"
"Yeah, don't you think so?" Fang Miaomiao thought of An'an and smiled. "I find children have a milky scent that's incredibly comforting."
Wen Zhiyan's gaze deepened. "Miaomiao, you really like children?"
Fang Miaomiao nodded and then shook her head. "If children are as well-behaved and obedient as An'an, I like them. But if they're too mischievous, I don't."
"It's okay, I'll discipline the children."
"What?"
Before Fang Miaomiao could react, Wen Zhiyan pulled her into his arms.
When she came to her senses, she was already lying on the bed.
She instinctively swallowed. "It's daytime. Isn't this a bit inappropriate?"
"It's fine. We'll draw the curtains, and it'll be night."
With a press of the remote, the bedroom gradually darkened.
"Miaomiao."
A deep, slightly hoarse voice whispered in her ear. Fang Miaomiao instinctively ducked her head. "Wen Zhiyan, that tickles."
"Miaomiao, I want a child of our own. Then we can hand him over to An'an, and An'an can take care of him."
"This, won't this be a bit much?" Fang Miaomiao tilted her head, her hands instinctively wrapping around Wen Zhiyan's neck.
"It's good. An'an really wants a sibling."
Wen Zhiyan said this and kissed her.
...
Wen Yan'an looked unhappily at Wen Zhiyan, who was sitting opposite him. "Where's Mom?"
Wen Zhiyan took a casual sip of tea before replying, "Mom is tired and sleeping."
Wen Yan'an huffed. "You spent five days out of seven with Mom, and now you're taking time away from me and Mom. You're mean."
"Do you want a little brother or sister?"
Wen Yan'an froze.
Wen Zhiyan leaned back comfortably on the sofa. "How about Mom and I have a sibling for you?"
Wen Yan'an furrowed his brow slightly, and after a moment, said, "I want a sister, not a brother."
"Why?"
"Sisters are soft and well-behaved. An'an likes them."
"Since An'an likes them, will An'an take care of her when she's born?"
Wen Yan'an's eyes lit up. "Okay. Does Mom have a little sister yet?"
"No rush, wait for it."
Wen Yan'an glared. "Then aren't you just giving me an empty check?"
"Not bad," Wen Zhiyan nodded with satisfaction. "You even know what an empty check is."
Wen Yan'an remained silent.
"What's for dinner?"
"You cook."
Wen Zhiyan raised an eyebrow. "Alright."
Wen Yan'an unceremoniously listed a string of dishes.
Wen Zhiyan listened, chuckling. "Are you planning to work me to death in the kitchen? And besides, we just got back today, and we don't even have that many ingredients in the fridge."
Wen Yan'an fell silent.
"How about we go to Xiang Zhuang for dinner tonight, you and Mom?"
Wen Yan'an nodded. "Then let's wait a bit. Mom is sleeping. We'll talk when she wakes up."
"Go do your homework."
The doorbell rang.
Wen Yan'an ran to open the door.
"Xin Xuan is here, brother."
"An'an, hello. I'm here to see Master Wen."
Wen Yan'an went to his bedroom to do his homework.
"Master Wen."
"How did the investigation go?"
"The cause of Mrs. Wen's parents' death is normal. No issues."
Wen Zhiyan nodded. "The graves?"
"We've contacted the relevant personnel and communicated with the villagers. The bodies of the two have been moved to another burial site with better feng shui."
"Mmm, thank you for your hard work."
Xin Xuanlai smiled and shook his head. "Master, Fang Yuan is about to be released from prison. What are your plans?"
Wen Zhiyan smiled back. "Of course, I'll send him to find his precious daughter and beloved wife. How can this family be separated?"
Xin Xuanlai clenched his fist and suppressed a laugh. "Master, those two were used to spending freely in the country. The one million has long been squandered. Fang Yanhuan even wants to contact Young Master Wen Lan."
Wen Zhiyan remained silent.
"However, Master, rest assured. Young Master Wen Lan is grown up and has ignored Fang Yanhuan's calls. The only time he answered was to tell her to behave herself."
Wen Zhiyan's lips curved upwards. "Send Fang Yuan away."
"Yes, Master Wen. Preparations are already underway."
After they finished talking for a while, Xin Xuanlai remained standing in place.
Wen Zhiyan looked up at him. "What is it?"
"Master Wen, I wanted to ask, is Madam home?" Xin Xuanlai asked, scratching his head bashfully.
"Why are you asking Miaomiao?" Wen Zhiyan asked, confused.
Xin Xuanlai's cheeks flushed. "Mas- Master Wen, I think I'm in love?"
Wen Zhiyan raised an eyebrow. "You're in love, so what? Are you getting less vacation time or less salary?"
Xin Xuanlai shook his head vehemently. "No, it's not like that. It's just... it's just..."
Seeing that he was struggling to speak, Wen Zhiyan emphasized, "Xin Xuanlai."
"I... I like Madam's little assistant," Xin Xuanlai said quickly, closing his eyes. "So, I wanted to ask Madam for advice, to understand what Xiao Zhi'er likes from Madam so I can cater to her preferences."
"So, a simple question, and you've been all awkward for so long?"
Xin Xuanlai's cheeks reddened. "It's just that... we're not even at the beginning stage, so it's not good to be too overt."
If he scared her away, who would he cry to?