Chapter 28 She Was Comforted

Fang Miaomiao clearly hadn't expected him to hug her like a little adult.

How come it felt a bit soft, and smelled nice?

Was she being flirted with by a child?

"Why aren't you talking?" Wen Yan'an, seeing her silence, thought she was still crying and lowered his head to look. "I'll go find Dad."

"Alright," Fang Miaomiao quickly pulled him back, unable to resist reaching out and ruffling his hair. "Little one, give me a rub, maybe my mood will get better."

"Really?"

Wen Yan'an asked with disbelief. It was mainly because the person in front of him didn't seem like she was being truthful.

However, when he met her hopeful, teary eyes, the refusal in his mouth just wouldn't come out.

"Of course."

"Then, alright."

Watching Wen Yan'an act so noble, sacrificing himself just to make her happy, Fang Miaomiao couldn't help but snicker.

Seeing her smile, Wen Yan'an knew he had been tricked.

"You, you lied to me." Wen Yan'an's face turned red, and he frowned, looking displeased at the person laughing heartily in front of him.

"No," Fang Miaomiao became serious in an instant, looking at Wen Yan'an very earnestly. "I was laughing just now because I touched your face. Your face is so tender, it makes me feel better when I touch it."

"Really?"

"Of course, I never lie."

Wen Yan'an looked at her for a while before nodding thoughtfully. "I believe you."

After chatting in the bedroom for a while, Wen Yan'an returned to his study for his second tutoring session.

Unlike her, who could eat and sleep all day, sleep and eat.

For the next few days, Fang Miaomiao continued her lazy life, and most importantly, she would habitually roll into Wen Zhiyan's bed every night.

She was so scared that for several days, she waited until Wen Zhiyan left Yu Garden before reluctantly getting up to wash and eat.

But…

Fang Miaomiao pouted and habitually raised her hand to touch the bedsheet.

Huh?

Why did the texture feel a little different?

No, the little brat was soft, and smelled like milk.

Fang Miaomiao's thoughts were still short-circuiting: "Wen Yan'an, could you pick up the blanket for me? Thanks."

"How long are you going to keep touching it?"

A deep, slightly magnetic voice came from above her head.

How come it sounded nice and familiar?

Fang Miaomiao opened her eyes and was met with tanned skin.

Her hand was resting on Wen Zhiyan's waist.

"What the heck!"

The grogginess in Fang Miaomiao's mind instantly cleared.

She suddenly sprang up from the bed, snatched the blanket, and covered herself. "You, you, didn't you go to work?"

Wen Zhiyan glanced at his disheveled clothes before looking at Fang Miaomiao, his voice languid. "Today is Saturday."

"Aren't CEOs on duty all year round?" Fang Miaomiao retorted instinctively.

If the CEOs in novels knew about weekends, they wouldn't get sick from overwork.

Wen Zhiyan looked at her for a long time before saying, "We are law-abiding citizens."

Working from nine to five, with weekends and holidays off, was the most basic rule.

Hearing this, Fang Miaomiao couldn't help but give him a thumbs-up. "Good boss, as your employee, the happiness index must be off the charts."

A hint of a smile flashed in Wen Zhiyan's eyes as he accepted Fang Miaomiao's flattery. "I don't know about the happiness index, but I do know that if you don't give me the blanket soon, it won't be good if I catch a cold."

Fang Miaomiao paused, then awkwardly moved half the blanket over, and piously and considerately covered the benevolent CEO. "My lord, please."

He had to admit, Fang Miaomiao's behavior and conduct in all aspects made him feel very comfortable.

"By the way, about that Wang Qing matter, how do you plan to resolve it?"

Fang Miaomiao pouted.

"What's wrong?" Wen Zhiyan's tone carried a tenderness he hadn't noticed himself. "Is it unsolvable?"

Fang Miaomiao scratched her already messy hair. "It's not that it can't be solved, it's just a bit tricky."

In her previous life, although that unscrupulous company was negligent, with her agent Sister Li as an intermediary, the company rarely fell into the trap of kicking her when she was down, or rather, almost never.

But now it was different.

Now, the company was turning its back on her, colluding with Wang Qing's company to attack her.

Today, when she received Sister Li's call, she felt a chill. Although she knew this Sister Li was not the Sister Li from her previous life, she was still sad.

"After this is over, I want to terminate my contract," Fang Miaomiao calmly stated her thoughts.

"Alright."

Fang Miaomiao froze and looked at Wen Zhiyan in disbelief. "What did you just say?"

Wen Zhiyan saw the shock in her eyes and was somewhat perplexed. Wasn't this normal? Fang Miaomiao's company only knew how to suck Fang Miaomiao dry and then feed her blood to newcomers.

If Fang Miaomiao didn't leave, he would find her problematic.

Just like the previous Fang Miaomiao.

This one had much more brains.

"I mean, congratulations on embarking on a new journey," Wen Zhiyan added after a moment of thought. "Do you need a lawyer? If so, I can provide you with a legal team."

"No need." Fang Miaomiao averted her gaze slightly.

Those eyes, those sincere words, made her heart pound erratically.

She had thought Wen Zhiyan would righteously say her idea was unrealistic.

In her two lifetimes, this was the first time someone had stood by her without listening to reasons or considering gains and losses.

"Wen Zhiyan?"

"What is it?"

He had seen Fang Miaomiao acting nonchalant, teasing, and even trying to avoid him every morning.

This was the first time he had seen Fang Miaomiao looking at him seriously.

In that moment, her eyes seemed to be filled only with his image.

"Thank you."

Wen Zhiyan thought, this little demon had gained a special place in his heart.

He wanted to see more of this little demon's other facets.

"You're welcome."

An indescribable atmosphere suddenly filled the air.

Fang Miaomiao felt awkward, and just as she didn't know what to do, there was a knock on the door.

"Um, someone's knocking. I'll go open it."

Saying that, she left without looking back, nimbly escaping.

Her speed was comparable to someone fleeing after doing something wrong.

Watching this, Wen Zhiyan chuckled silently and shook his head, then moved to his wheelchair.

He had to say, Fang Miaomiao, this little demon, looked quite thin, but she was quite weighty.

She clung to him all night like an octopus, practically wanting to press her entire body onto him.

Every time he got up, he had to painstakingly move Fang Miaomiao's clinging hands away, and then, before she could roll over, give her a pillow to hold.