"What are you doing?"
"Stop it, I'm calling the police. You all better stop."
The airport security guards, seeing the scene, were shocked and quickly called for backup.
"Let's go." The leader of the girls, spotting the approaching security guards, threw the rotten egg she was holding at Fang Miaomiao and yelled at her companions to leave quickly.
By the time the security guards rushed out, the group had already vanished. Onlookers gathered around.
"What's going on?"
"I don't know. Should we call the police?"
"What's the point of calling the police? Those people are long gone. What a terrible thing to do, and she has a child with her."
"Tch, who knows if this woman did something wrong? She has a face like a vixen. Maybe she did something shameful to provoke someone to throw rotten eggs at her."
"Miss, are you alright?"
Fang Miaomiao suppressed her anger. "I'm fine. Could you please trouble yourself to call us a car? I will pay for the cleaning of the car."
The security guard nodded hastily, afraid she would cause trouble for him, and hailed a taxi.
"Are you alright?" Wen Yan'an looked up, his eyes red, at Fang Miaomiao, whose hair was covered in paint and egg liquid.
Fang Miaomiao took a deep breath. "I'm fine. Stay away from me. You might get dirty if you touch me."
"I'm not afraid of getting dirty, and you're not dirty."
Seeing the concern in his eyes, Fang Miaomiao wanted to reach out and comfort him, but seeing the paint on her hands, she desisted. "Be good, let's go home."
Wen Yan'an took Fang Miaomiao's hand, his gaze firm. "Let's go home."
The security guard quickly found a taxi driver willing to take them back.
"I remember now, isn't this Fang Miaomiao and Wen Yan'an?"
"Holy crap, I filmed the whole thing. I'll post it online right away. Maybe I'll become famous."
Seeing the crowd growing, Fang Miaomiao took Wen Yan'an and got into the taxi.
Meanwhile, the hashtag #FangMiaomiaoEggAttackAtAirport trended on hot search.
"Chairman, something has happened." Xin Xuanlai pushed open the office door with a grim expression.
"What is it?" Wen Zhiyan, who had just finished working, rubbed his temples wearily.
"Madam was splashed with eggs and paint after leaving the airport." Xin Xuanlai said nervously, lowering his head.
Wen Zhiyan's long fingers paused. He looked at Xin Xuanlai with displeasure. "Didn't I tell you to send someone to pick up Madam at the airport? What were the drivers doing?"
"I did send someone." Xin Xuanlai was on the verge of tears. "But the driver was called away by Madam."
If it weren't for someone from the propaganda department telling him that Madam was trending, he wouldn't have known that the driver was so bold as to not only not pick her up, but not even inform him.
Wen Zhiyan picked up his phone.
The top trending topic in entertainment.
#FangMiaomiaoAirportEggAttack#
The video was short, only 7 seconds.
In those 7 seconds, Fang Miaomiao tightly protected An'an in her arms, letting the girls throw their items at herself.
The more he watched, the colder Wen Zhiyan's face became.
"Xin Xuanlai."
Xin Xuanlai shivered and quickly said respectfully, "Yes."
"Within half an hour, I want to see them punished." A dark glint flashed in Wen Zhiyan's eyes. "Also, I want to know who ordered these people to act, and why Madam called the car away at the last minute."
And it was so coincidental that it was the car he had dispatched.
"Madam needs to be investigated too?" Xin Xuanlai was stunned, then hesitantly asked.
However, that cold gaze, like that of a spring of ice, instantly tensed the string in his mind. "Yes, I'll send people to handle it right away."
Wen Zhiyan looked at the phone number on his screen. After a moment of hesitation, just as he was about to dial it, he received a call from An'an.
"An'an."
"Daddy."
Wen Yan'an's voice sounded choked, as if he had been crying.
"Where are you now?"
"The apartment. Daddy, those people are so mean. They bullied Mommy."
But she still instinctively held herself tightly, guarding fiercely.
Yet, she was not clean in the slightest.
This was the first time Wen Zhiyan had heard his son complain to him. His heart trembled. "Don't be afraid, Daddy will get revenge for you. I'll be back now. An'an, wait for me."
"Daddy."
After hanging up the phone, Wen Zhiyan, no longer his usual gentle self, pushed his wheelchair towards the elevator.
Half an hour later.
Wen Zhiyan looked at Wen Yan'an, whose eyes were still red, and reached out to touch him.
"I'm sorry, I didn't protect her." Wen Yan'an bit his lower lip and mumbled, his head bowed.
If he hadn't been there at that moment, she could have easily run away and asked security for help. He was holding her back.
"No." Wen Zhiyan pulled Wen Yan'an towards him and gently hugged him. "An'an is still young. Sometimes you can't do everything you want. Mommy will understand you."
"But..."
"How long has Mommy been showering?"
"23 minutes."
"Then shall we wait for Mommy in the living room together?"
"Okay."
Fang Miaomiao finally managed to wash the egg liquid and paint out of her hair. "Tsk, these brats, they really hit hard."
Fortunately, the paint was not waterproof, or she wouldn't have known how she cried herself to death.
"Really, after living for over fifty years," Fang Miaomiao looked in the mirror at her young, smooth face and scoffed, "this is the first time I've been so disheveled."
After adjusting her emotions, she tied the belt of her bathrobe.
As soon as she came out, she saw the father and son sitting in the living room, staring intently at her.
"What are you guys doing?"
Wen Zhiyan looked at her for a long time. Seeing that her expression was normal, he let out a barely perceptible sigh of relief. "Are you alright?"
"Whether I'm alright or not, I'm like this, aren't I?" Fang Miaomiao smiled. "Why isn't An'an going to shower?"
On the way back, the little guy had stayed close to her without any complaints.
"Alright, go take a shower quickly. I'm really fine, be good."
Wen Yan'an glanced at Wen Zhiyan, then got up and returned to his room.
"I'm sorry." Wen Zhiyan apologized first. He wanted to explain, but looking into her eyes, he didn't know how to.
"Why do you need to apologize?"
It wasn't that she was a saint, but this incident didn't seem to have anything to do with Wen Zhiyan.
"I knew your flight information and sent a driver to pick you up at the airport."
But he hadn't expected Madam to interfere.
"However, don't worry. I've already sent people to investigate, and those people will pay an even heavier price."
Fang Miaomiao then looked seriously at the extraordinarily handsome face opposite her. This was the first time someone had stood by her side and promised revenge.
Her heart felt a little warm, yet bitter.
"Don't worry, I won't let this happen again."
Wen Zhiyan, who could eloquently navigate the business world and stand against a thousand men, found himself at a loss for words when facing Fang Miaomiao.