Fang Miaomiao slowly opened her eyes and looked at the box in her hand, "An An?"
Wen Yanan pursed his lips and said shyly, "This is a birthday gift from An An to Mom. I hope Mom likes it."
"Can I open it?"
Wen Yanan nodded, "It's for Mom. Mom can open it if she wants."
"Thank you, An An."
Fang Miaomiao carefully opened the box. Inside lay a pure silver necklace. The pendant was heart-shaped and looked very beautiful.
"Mom?" Seeing her silent, Wen Yanan called out nervously.
Fang Miaomiao smiled at Wen Yanan, "I really like it, thank you, An An. How does An An have such good taste, to know what Mom likes?"
Wen Yanan's face turned red from the praise. He shyly lowered his head and said softly, "When I was watching videos, I thought this necklace was very pretty, so I thought Mom would like it."
"Thank you, my An An baby." Fang Miaomiao hugged him, "My An An baby is so good, giving Mom gifts. Mom loves An An so much."
"Teacher said Mom is a princess, and we are little gentlemen. Little gentlemen should take care of and protect their princesses," Wen Yanan said very seriously.
"My An An, how can you be so cute? Really, I love our An An so much. An An is the best."
Wen Yanan said with a blush, "Mom, I'm glad you like it."
"Then when we get home, can An An put the necklace on Mom?"
Wen Yanan nodded emphatically, "Okay, we'll put the necklace on Mom after dinner."
"Okay, thank you, An An."
After eating hot pot, they returned home.
After Wen Yanan washed up, he couldn't wait to take the box and knock on the bedroom door.
"What are you doing here?" Wen Zhiyan leaned against the doorframe, looking at his son with a displeased expression.
"Mom said I should put the necklace on her tonight," Wen Yanan said seriously.
"Little friend Wen Yanan, it's already evening, and tomorrow is the weekend. You can give it to Miaomiao tomorrow."
Wen Yanan shook his head, "No, Mom and I agreed to put it on her today. You can't do this."
Wen Zhiyan thought for a moment. Before he could refuse, he heard a voice from inside the room, "Is that An An? Come in quickly."
Wen Yanan gave Wen Zhiyan a triumphant look before carefully carrying the box into the room.
As soon as he entered the bedroom, he saw his mother sitting at the vanity, applying something.
"Mom."
Fang Miaomiao turned and waved at Wen Yanan, then said, "An An, can you wait a moment? I'm finishing applying my face cream."
Wen Yanan stood obediently to the side, waiting for Fang Miaomiao to finish.
After Fang Miaomiao finished applying the cream, she squatted down, "Thank you, my An An."
Wen Yanan shook his head and clumsily yet carefully put the necklace on her.
After a while, he stepped back, "Mom, it's done."
Fang Miaomiao touched the necklace around her neck and asked with a smile, "Does it look good?"
Wen Yanan nodded emphatically, his eyes shining brightly, "Mom looks so beautiful. An An really likes Mom."
"Thank you for liking me, An An. Mom also likes An An very much, and likes the gift An An gave Mom."
"Then, Mom, goodnight. An An is going back to his room to sleep."
"Go ahead."
After Wen Zhiyan left, he tightly embraced Fang Miaomiao.
"What's wrong?"
Wen Zhiyan said unhappily, "Miaomiao's eyes were on An An all day today."
Hearing this, Fang Miaomiao found it both amusing and exasperating, "What are you always thinking about?"
"Yes, but I didn't expect that kid to know how to give gifts."
Fang Miaomiao turned and buried her head in Wen Zhiyan's arms, "An An is really well-behaved."
"Miaomiao taught him well."
"Not at all, it's because Big Brother and Sister-in-law raised him well. An An takes after them."
"Miaomiao, let's have one too."
"Hmm?"
"Mm, have one. Have a little girl like us, okay?" Wen Zhiyan looked at Fang Miaomiao with deep eyes, his voice low, "Miaomiao, okay?"
"Cough, cough, why do you suddenly want to bring this up?"
"Miaomiao." Wen Zhiyan swept her into his arms with a princess carry and slowly walked towards the bed.
The night was passionate.
"When did this happen?"
Fang Miaomiao opened her eyes and saw Wen Zhiyan standing on the balcony, talking on the phone. She then groggily got out of bed and walked towards his back, hugging him from behind.
Wen Zhiyan held Fang Miaomiao's hand and spoke to the person on the other end of the line for a while before hanging up.
"What's wrong?"
Wen Zhiyan pulled her into his arms, "Father died in prison."
"Died?" Fang Miaomiao instantly sobered up, "How?"
"Wen Wenlan said the forensic doctor examined him. It was heart disease that accumulated in his heart, and he couldn't catch his breath."
Fang Miaomiao fell silent.
"Father's body will be cremated this afternoon," Wen Zhiyan said. "Because he did bad things, we probably won't have a public wake."
Even if they invited people, not many would come, so it was better not to.
"Wen Zhiyan."
"I'm fine, don't worry," Wen Zhiyan said. "You get ready, and I'll make breakfast and see if An An is awake."
"Okay, go."
After Fang Miaomiao washed up, she came to the living room to find Wen Yanan and Wen Wenlan sitting on the sofa.
"Auntie," Wen Wenlan stood up and called out to Fang Miaomiao.
Fang Miaomiao nodded slightly, "Have you eaten breakfast?"
"Yes, Dad told me to pick you up directly to the crematorium."
"Isn't it this afternoon?"
Wen Wenlan gave a bitter smile, "The time was moved up."
"Okay."
After breakfast, it was almost half-past nine.
"Why are you so late?" Wen Zhijia looked at Wen Wenlan with displeasure.
"There was some traffic, so we were delayed," Wen Wenlan explained briefly. "What's the situation with Grandpa's body now?"
Hearing this, Wen Zhijia became somewhat dejected.
He sat down on a chair, "Soon. Wenlan, take your aunt and Yanan to see Dad one last time. I want to talk to Zhiyan about something."
"Dad," Wen Wenlan hesitated.
"What? Are you not listening to me now?"
"Miaomiao."
Seeing Wen Zhiyan nod at her, Fang Miaomiao thought for a moment before leading Wen Yanan inside.
Wen Zhijia chuckled, "You're living quite a good life now, with people caring about you."
"Brother San, what do you want to say?"
Wen Zhijia stroked his graying hair, "I don't want to say anything. You can think of it as me sighing, or as me being envious or jealous. I just want to say it."
Wen Zhiyan remained silent.
Wen Zhijia's smile widened, "Honestly, I used to envy you quite a bit."