"I still have to tell you," Wen Zhiyan explained, "If you're unwilling, I'll call Dad and tell him."
"No, no, I can go back."
"Thank you."
The two looked at each other in silence.
"You're awake. Are you alright?" Wen An'an's eyes lit up with joy as he saw Fang Miaomiao awake. "Does anything hurt?"
Looking at his worried gaze, Fang Miaomiao's heart warmed. She shook her head at Wen An'an. "Don't mind my bandaged hand; I'm feeling perfectly energetic."
It was indeed the truth. When she had transmigrated into the book, she always felt drowsy, as if she could never wake up.
But after waking up this time, she felt much more alert and energetic.
Wen An'an also sensed her vigor. He pursed his lips, "Are you hungry?"
Well, asking was one thing, but it also brought on a wave of hunger.
"Sir, I've brought the food."
"Mm, you can go."
After Xin Xuan came in, put down the insulated lunch box, and left, an awkward atmosphere filled the ward.
"Dad, her hand is wrapped, she can't eat porridge," Wen An'an stated a fact.
If he were a little older, he could feed her, couldn't he?
If he had known this before, he wouldn't have been so picky about his food.
"No, no," Fang Miaomiao was so startled by his words that she almost rolled off the bed. "I can do it myself."
What a joke! Having the chairman of the Wen Group, Wen Anlan's uncle, feed her?
Did she still want to live? She wasn't worthy.
"Dad."
Sensing Wen An'an's pleading gaze, Wen Zhiyan's brows rose slightly. Interesting, this woman could make An'an plead with him.
After all, this was the first time An'an had ever pleaded with him to do something, so it wouldn't be good if he refused.
"No need, really no need."
As Wen Zhiyan approached, Fang Miaomiao felt like crying. Heaven, earth, what were you doing? Facing a handsome man, how could she help but be tempted!
Wen Zhiyan's movements were quick but graceful.
Especially his hands, with their distinct joints, looking both strong and elegant.
Help!
Composure, composure!
She had to maintain her composure; she was the best actress, she had seen everything.
Help!
She was already rambling incoherently, not knowing what to say.
"Try it, Lin Ma's cooking is quite good."
"Ah?" Fang Miaomiao snapped back to reality, her face flushed with embarrassment. She looked down at the spoon. Did she really have to eat?
"It's not hot."
"Ah, thank you." Fang Miaomiao had no choice but to grit her teeth and open her mouth to eat the food Wen Zhiyan offered.
"Hmph." Wen An'an snorted from the side, hugging his insulated lunch box and starting to eat.
He needed to eat more and grow taller, so he could feed her later. Don't think he was too young to see; if he hadn't spoken up, Dad wouldn't have fed her.
The noon meal ended in this quiet and awkward dining session.
Throughout the rest of the day, Wen Zhiyan did not appear in the ward.
Meanwhile, Fang Miaomiao felt weak all over, as if her previous sense of energy had been an illusion.
"You're very unwell," Wen An'an's small face tensed, his clear pupils filled with unease.
"I'm fine, maybe I just didn't sleep well." Fang Miaomiao forced a smile and reached out to pat Wen An'an's head. "Don't worry, okay?"
During her hospital stay, Wen An'an had been a constant presence, accompanying her without fail, which made her feel warm.
"I'll go find the doctor."
Wen An'an wanted to find the doctor, but Fang Miaomiao stopped him.
She knew why she felt this way.
The night before last, she had a dream, or more accurately, it wasn't a dream.
She had seen the Fang Miaomiao from the book.
The book's Fang Miaomiao was trapped in darkness, with only a single beam of light. She sat quietly on the ground within the light.
She saw herself arrive and showed no surprise, as if she had been waiting for her. She even greeted her, saying, "Long time no see, you've finally arrived."
She had many questions, but they eventually boiled down to two: why had she transmigrated into a book, and if she had taken her body, what would happen to her?
The book's Fang Miaomiao smiled gently, "How do you know this isn't another real world?"
She was stunned, not knowing what to say.
The book's Fang Miaomiao said she had lived too hard a life and didn't want to live anymore. She said no one loved her here, no one believed her, and many even wished her dead. They sent her threatening letters and verbally abused her constantly.
She said she was tired of living.
She said, "I'm sorry, I didn't want to involve you, but I really can't hold on anymore."
Fang Miaomiao fell silent. This world did seem to have changed. Some people, relying on anonymity, vented their frustrations online, slandering others. If things got big, they would just flippantly say online, "Oh, sorry, I was just joking. Who knew people would take it seriously."
"Why did I end up in your body, and if I'm in your body, what happens to you?"
The book's Fang Miaomiao bowed deeply to her, repeatedly apologizing, saying she didn't mean to.
After calming down and questioning her persistently, she learned that the book's Fang Miaomiao had accidentally encountered an old Taoist priest. The priest could allow her to live in another place, saying that people in another world also had a tribulation to overcome.
It was like exchanging souls, exchanging destinies.
And so, she, the unlucky one, woke up in the book.
What a preposterous story.
Before she could ask more, she suddenly woke up.
And then came what Wen An'an saw: her face was as pale as a ghost, and finally, at An'an's insistence, they stayed at the hospital for another day.
Only now were they being discharged.
"Are you willing to come back to the old house with us?"
Fang Miaomiao didn't miss the joy in Wen An'an's eyes. A mischievous smile flashed. "Mm, why, you don't want to go back to the old house?"
Wen An'an thought for a moment and honestly replied, "I like Grandpa and Grandma."
Fang Miaomiao raised an eyebrow slightly. Did he mean he didn't like the others in the old house? But as far as she knew, only Grandpa and Grandma Wen were usually at the old house.
"Is your father coming back to the old house tonight?" Fang Miaomiao asked tentatively.
"Do you miss my dad?"
"I just want to thank him," Fang Miaomiao felt guilty and didn't dare to meet Wen An'an's gaze.
In the dream that night, the book's Fang Miaomiao said she had calculated the date and deliberately waited on Grandpa Wen's walking path, thus saving his life. This was what led to this marriage.
Her head ached.