Fang Miaomiao closed her eyes and got into Wen Zhiyan's bed.
Her movements were so familiar that Wen Zhiyan almost thought Fang Miaomiao had harbored ill intentions towards him long ago. Otherwise, how could she know his bedroom so well and hop into bed so swiftly?
Or perhaps, this little monster, who had appeared from who knows where, had a GPS function?
Thinking of this, Wen Zhiyan smiled helplessly and dotingly.
After getting into bed, Fang Miaomiao rolled around a few times, precisely locating Wen Zhiyan, and then habitually placed her hand around his waist.
Wen Zhiyan looked at her peaceful sleeping face and couldn't resist reaching out to touch it.
It was smooth, just as he had imagined.
As he thought, Wen Zhiyan's pupils deepened considerably.
When he came to his senses, his finger was already touching her small lips.
This, like touching a scorching hot stone, startled him and he quickly retracted his hand.
And his heart, which had been calm to the point of barely stirring, began to pound wildly.
As an adult, he knew very well what this meant.
However, he was perplexed. What kind of magic did this little monster possess that made him develop feelings for her, whom he had only known for a few days?
When did it all start?
"If I call you a monster, you really are one," Wen Zhiyan, unable to figure it out, pinched Fang Miaomiao's cheek as if venting to a child. "Just in a matter of days."
As he pinched, Wen Zhiyan couldn't help but chuckle.
Ever since he could remember, his mother's most frequent words to him were that he was cold-blooded, that he didn't have normal human emotions, and that he wasn't her child.
He didn't know if he had done something wrong. He was experiencing his first confusion in life.
His third brother said that to gain his mother's affection, he needed to learn to act cute and show weakness.
Acting cute, showing weakness?
He stood in front of the mirror, practicing those difficult and, in his opinion, incomprehensible actions.
He repeated them again and again.
Finally, he succeeded.
But when his mother saw him smile, she screamed and pushed him to the ground, shouting that he was a monster.
From then on, he never approached his mother proactively again.
However, his father said it was a good thing. In the business world, being too emotional would only lead to losses. He said his other three brothers were not up to par, and only he could elevate the family business.
His father always chattered in his ear, telling him not to be too emotional, to maintain this state.
He didn't understand what his father meant. But after he grew up and graduated, his father directly handed over the company to him, telling him to protect it well.
Although he didn't understand, he had nothing else he was interested in, so he took on the burden his father had entrusted to him.
As his father had said, he was indeed suited for the business world. Ever since he took over his father's company, its profits had begun to soar.
Society praised him, his employees looked up to him, his father was pleased, and his mother would occasionally look at him.
But he still didn't know why he was alive. He numbly went to work every day, came home, and looked after An An.
Until now, he seemed to have found it.
Wen Zhiyan gazed tenderly at the person holding him tightly, murmuring, "So, were you sent down from heaven?"
Fang Miaomiao grunted a few times in her sleep.
This made the smile in Wen Zhiyan's eyes deepen, his voice becoming so gentle that one couldn't help but be intoxicated by it. "Alright, goodnight, sweet dreams."
...
"You're just a cripple. Do you really think I like you?"
"Wen Zhiyan, you're a menace. Why don't you just die?"
"Get lost! I've never, ever liked you. Wen Zhiyan, you're a cripple, and you still want me to like you? Are you still dreaming? Wen Zhiyan, why don't you die? If it weren't for you, how could Brother Anlan hate me?"
"I didn't."
Wen Zhiyan sat in his wheelchair, surrounded by darkness.
He looked at the familiar, all-too-familiar face before him.
But her face was filled with disgust and disdain. The pity and love in her eyes were completely gone.
No.
This wasn't Fang Miaomiao.
"Who are you? Where is Fang Miaomiao?"
"Heh, she's just a wandering soul trying to steal my body," Fang Miaomiao scoffed, her eyes full of disdain. "A mere wandering soul wants to possess my body? She's dreaming."
"Wen Zhiyan, judging by your expression, you wouldn't have fallen for that wandering soul who's been inside my body for a few days, would you?" Fang Miaomiao stepped forward, propping herself up on the wheelchair. Although she was smiling, her words were bone-chilling. "Don't worry, tomorrow morning, I'll find a skilled exorcist to capture her soul."
Fang Miaomiao paused, then cupped Wen Zhiyan's chin with one hand. "Tell me, after she's driven out of my body, will you still have the ability to find her?"
"I will," Wen Zhiyan forcefully shook off her dirty hand, his gaze so firm, even stubborn. "As long as she existed, I will find her."
Fang Miaomiao wasn't annoyed after being shaken off. "A cripple is quite good at bragging. But what does it matter? Wen Zhiyan, the tragic end to your life can never be changed. In this life, you are destined to be alone."
"Everyone will dislike you. Fang Miaomiao will leave you. Oh, and your beloved son, whom you treat as your own, will die at the hands of your dear Fang Miaomiao. Oh, that is, at my hands."
...
"Wen Zhiyan, Wen Zhiyan, wake up."
Fang Miaomiao was awakened by a pair of hands holding her.
She didn't have time to think about how she ended up in Wen Zhiyan's bed again. Wen Zhiyan looked very unwell, as if he were having a nightmare.
What's more, she couldn't wake him up.
Fang Miaomiao exclaimed.
The grip on her loosened.
There was hope!
Fang Miaomiao said a few more words.
Wen Zhiyan finally let go.
Before Wen Zhiyan could react, she quickly got out of bed and went back to her bedroom to get her phone.
Fortunately, she remembered the driver's number and successfully contacted Xin Xuanlai.
The moment she entered the bedroom, Wen Zhiyan's large body almost fell to the ground.
She dashed over and caught Wen Zhiyan at the last second.
Damn, he was heavy.
Xin Xuanlai arrived quickly, accompanied by a family doctor.
The doctor examined him. "To Madam, Master Wen is just uncomfortable due to a fever. Tomorrow morning, after Master Wen's fever subsides, he will be fine."
After learning some basic medical knowledge from the doctor, Fang Miaomiao sighed and went to the bathroom to get a basin of cold water for a compress.
Looking at his still furrowed brow, Fang Miaomiao also began to worry.
Why did he get a fever?
Could it be because of her?
She quickly dismissed this thought. What a joke. If it were because of her, it should be a cold, not a fever.
"You, you, you. I must owe you something in my past life, no, the life before that."
If I didn't have some good feelings for you, I wouldn't even serve you for money.