After dinner, the three of them tacitly sat on the sofa watching television, with only the sound of the TV filling the spacious living room.
"An'an, let's play a game, with Dad."
Wen Zhiyan's gaze inevitably turned to Wen Yan'an.
"Mom wants to play, An'an, play with Mom."
"No, if An'an wants to play, Mom will play with An'an. But if An'an doesn't want to play, Mom will watch TV with An'an, okay?"
Wen Yan'an was silent for a moment, met Wen Zhiyan's gaze, but quickly looked away to Fang Miaomiao, "Mom, play with An'an."
"An'an, be good."
Saying that, Fang Miaomiao found two mineral water bottles and placed them on the coffee table. "The name of our game this time is Truth or Dare. Whoever the first bottle points to must listen to the second person and choose between truth or dare. How about it?"
"Okay, I'll listen to Mom."
"Alright."
"Then I'll start." Fang Miaomiao breathed on her hands and said with a smile, "Come on, it's time to witness a miracle."
After speaking, Fang Miaomiao spun the first bottle.
The bottle mouth pointed to An'an.
The second bottle mouth pointed to herself.
"Ahem." Fang Miaomiao cleared her throat. "Little friend An'an, do you choose truth or dare?"
"Dare."
"Dare?" Fang Miaomiao's eyes darted around. "Then let An'an kiss Mom, okay?"
"Okay." Wen Yan'an nodded vigorously, then had her bend down and planted a kiss on her forehead.
"Oh my, An'an kissed me. An'an's kiss is so sweet."
"Mom's face is also sweet."
"You're so sweet, my good boy. Let's start the second round."
First bottle mouth: Wen Zhiyan.
Second bottle mouth: Wen Yan'an.
"An'an?" Wen Zhiyan looked at Wen Yan'an and spoke cautiously, "Can Dad choose truth?"
"What is the most regrettable thing you have ever done?"
Wen Zhiyan was stunned for a moment, then looked at Wen Yan'an with regret. "Back then, I should have resolutely believed a child and stood up for him, but I didn't. What I regret is that from that moment until now, I haven't said the sorry I owe him."
In this life, he owed An'an too much, so much that he couldn't make amends.
"Mom, next question, please."
She spun the bottle again.
"Oh ho, it's my turn to listen to An'an. An'an, I choose dare."
"Then, Mom, give me a hug."
This gentle request almost made Fang Miaomiao burst into tears. Her An'an was so good, how could a single sentence make her heart ache so much?
"Okay." Fang Miaomiao hugged An'an. "Your mom loves An'an the most. It's okay, with your mom here, no one can bully our An'an."
As she spoke, Fang Miaomiao grew angrier and angrier. She directly pulled An'an onto her lap, and tapped the bottle on the coffee table. "Tell me, don't you owe An'an a sincere apology today? How could you scold our An'an and Haha without investigating properly?"
"Mom." Wen Yan'an buried himself in Fang Miaomiao's neck, his voice soft, "An'an is unhappy, An'an is not happy at all."
"Don't be afraid, Mom is here. If An'an doesn't want to hear Dad's apology now, then should we go to sleep? And then we'll go out to play all day tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow, we'll go find Si Si brother, Nan Nan sister, and Yuan Yuan sister, okay? We won't talk to that bad dad."
"Mom."
"I'm here, I'm here." Fang Miaomiao's heart was melting.
She remained still, letting Wen Yan'an cry on her shoulder, gently patting his back. "Cry, our An'an, cry away all the past unhappiness and grievances, and then have happy days every day from now on."
As she spoke, Fang Miaomiao became more and more indignant. Glaring at Wen Zhiyan a few times was not enough to reduce her anger.
Although she admitted that when she first arrived, she didn't like An'an much. She was barely willing to tolerate him because he was a powerful figure and a descendant of the Wen family, and he was also well-behaved. It was interesting to tease him occasionally.
But after spending more time with him, she found herself liking An'an more and more. She genuinely wanted to dote on An'an like her own son, and she wouldn't allow her son to be bullied and slandered like this.
This black fan was truly insane. It was one thing to write bad things about her, but why did she have to write An'an so pitifully? An'an didn't owe her anything.
She truly couldn't imagine how much grievance An'an had suffered, nor what his ending would be in the book. She could only comfort herself, she wasn't the original host, and An'an's personality was slowly improving. Her little darling would surely have a beautiful tomorrow.
In the living room, Wen Yan'an was crying loudly, as if to say to Fang Miaomiao, to cry out all the grievances and unhappiness from the past.
"Mom."
"I'm here." Fang Miaomiao looked at Wen Yan'an, whose eyes and nose were red from crying, like a little white rabbit. She felt both amused and heartbroken as she handed him tissues. "Good boy, wipe your tears."
"I want to ask Dad one question."
"An'an, ask away. Dad will definitely tell you the truth."
"At that time, did you suspect me?"
Did you suspect me of abusing the cat?
"No." Wen Zhiyan looked at Wen Yan'an's red eyes and said firmly, "Never. I'm very sorry I didn't stand up for you in time. That's my fault. I still owe you an apology."
"Dad, apologize."
Wen Zhiyan's gaze was somewhat taken aback.
"What are you愣ing for? Apologize."
"I'm sorry."
Wen Yan'an got down from Fang Miaomiao's arms, picked up Haha, who was sleeping in the dog bed, and walked to Wen Zhiyan. "Apologize."
Looking at the stubborn little face, Wen Zhiyan seemed to see An'an from two years ago. "Haha, I'm sorry. I wronged you without investigating properly. I will never do that again."
Wen Yan'an rubbed his nose, and with Haha and Wen Zhiyan, they shared a heartfelt hug. "Dad, I forgive you. To me, you have always been excellent. An'an has always liked you."
Hearing this, Wen Zhiyan's body, which had been stiff due to the dog, slowly softened. He also hugged Wen Yan'an back. "Thank you, An'an, for forgiving me. I will definitely try my best to be the best dad from now on."
Wen Yan'an's lips curved upwards, and he put Haha back in the dog bed.
"So, it's resolved?"
"It's resolved." Wen Yan'an ran back to Fang Miaomiao's side. "However, I like Mom more."
"My little darling." Fang Miaomiao stroked Wen Yan'an's head. "You're so sweet. Then, can I sleep with you tonight?"
"Dad, Mom, and An'an sleep together."
"You can for the next few days, but not after your sixth birthday."
"Mm." Wen Yan'an nodded. He knew that after turning six, he would be considered a big boy and couldn't sleep with his mom anymore.
"Good boy, go to your room and wash up."