“No, what are you guys doing?”
“Dr. Yuan is here.” Fang Miaomiao was also helpless. She had been comforting the two of them, her lips almost worn out, and she had no more words to say.
Yuan Chao glanced at Fang Miaomiao teasingly, "Anyone who didn't know would think you have a terminal illness."
"Yuan Chao."
Yuan Chao turned his head and saw Wen Zhiyan, sitting in a wheelchair, his eyes filled with murderous intent and displeasure, like a deadly wolf.
He swallowed his saliva unashamedly and immediately and sincerely apologized, "I was wrong. My mouth is cheap. I shouldn't have spoken carelessly. I apologize."
Fang Miaomiao found it both funny and exasperating, "He was just joking, Wen Zhiyan, don't be angry."
Under those terrifying eyes that made his hair stand on end, Yuan Chao, for the first time, quickly examined Fang Miaomiao's wound, applied the medicine rapidly, and said, "I'm done. To help Fang Miaomiao's wrist recover faster, I suggest hospitalization for the next few days."
In just one day, her wrist injury had worsened significantly. She didn't know what the three of them had been doing at home.
After Yuan Chao left the ward, silence once again descended.
Fang Miaomiao leaned back on the bed and beckoned to Wen Yan'an, "An'an, come here."
"Mom, does it hurt?"
"It hurts. Can little An'an blow on it for me?"
Wen Yan'an's eyes had been red since they left the apartment for the hospital.
He gently blew on Fang Miaomiao's injured area.
Compared to earlier in the apartment, the gauze was much cleaner now, with no blood oozing out.
"Good boy, I'm fine. Don't worry anymore, okay?"
"Mom."
"I'm here," Fang Miaomiao said gently. "It's very late now, An'an, shouldn't you sleep?"
"I want to watch you all the time."
Fang Miaomiao pointed to the bedside cot, "In that case, An'an, why don't you sleep next to me? As soon as An'an opens his eyes, he can see me."
Wen Yan'an was reluctant, but as it was getting late, if he didn't sleep, neither would his mother, and not sleeping would prevent him from recovering.
Thinking of this, he nodded obediently, "Okay, Mom, goodnight, see you tomorrow."
"Goodnight, go to sleep."
Finally, after coaxing one person to sleep, Fang Miaomiao hadn't even had time to breathe a sigh of relief when she felt a gaze full of resentment lingering on her.
"Miaomiao."
Fang Miaomiao was helpless, but there was nothing she could do. Who told her she liked this guy, and she still had some things to ask him.
She gently patted the railing of the bed, signaling Wen Zhiyan to move closer.
"Miaomiao, I'm sorry."
Hearing the deep guilt in his voice, Fang Miaomiao quickly raised her hand to stop him, "This has nothing to do with you. Don't apologize anymore, okay?"
Wen Zhiyan remained silent.
"Want to apologize?"
Wen Zhiyan nodded, his eyes, which bore some resemblance to Wen Yan'an's, looking at Fang Miaomiao with a hint of pitifulness.
"Alright, then, from now on, whatever I ask, you answer, understand?" Fang Miaomiao added, "And don't lie to me."
"Okay, Miaomiao, ask away."
He knew what Miaomiao wanted to ask him, and he certainly wouldn't hide anything. She was his fairy, the lover he pursued his entire life.
"What's wrong with your leg?"
The novel didn't mention Wen Zhiyan eventually getting up from his wheelchair. She remembered that Wen Zhiyan's ending wasn't very good, especially after the Wen Group, with Ran Lian's support, fell into the hands of the male lead Wen Wenlan. Wen Zhiyan's role became even more meager.
But she had forgotten the specific ending. What was certain was that his legs didn't get better, let alone stand up.
"As you said, my legs have… recovered."
"Recovered?" Fang Miaomiao's eyes widened in disbelief as she looked at Wen Zhiyan's legs, and asked with surprise, "They really recovered? It's a miracle!"
"Yes, a miracle." Wen Zhiyan looked at Fang Miaomiao's surprised and delighted expression, a slight smile appearing at the corner of his lips. "Miaomiao, thank you."
"Ah?" Fang Miaomiao blinked in confusion, "Thank me for what? It's as if I made your legs recover."
Wen Zhiyan remained silent.
"But, speaking of which, when you say your legs have recovered, does it mean you can completely stand up and walk?" Fang Miaomiao's tone carried a hint of excitement.
It wasn't bragging, but if Wen Zhiyan could truly stand up from his wheelchair, what chance would the Wen Group and that male lead Wen Wenlan have? Wen Zhiyan was the proper male lead, wasn't he?
She wondered what those anti-fans were thinking. Wen Zhiyan was much more handsome than Wen Wenlan, so why make Wen Wenlan the male lead? Tsk, what terrible taste. No wonder they were her anti-fans.
"Not yet. I'll need rehabilitation training later to be able to stand up completely."
"That's still good," Fang Miaomiao nodded thoughtfully. "However, don't tell anyone else about your legs recovering."
Wen Zhiyan's gaze shifted slightly, and he asked casually, "Why do you say that?"
"This… I don't know how to explain it to you," Fang Miaomiao scratched her head in distress. "In any case, do you trust me?"
Wen Zhiyan met Fang Miaomiao's worried gaze, "My Miaomiao, of course, I trust you."
His firm gaze made Fang Miaomiao's heart race inexplicably. She quickly changed the subject, "You're talking, why are you suddenly so close to me?"
Wen Zhiyan glanced down at the distance between them, which hadn't changed, and didn't expose her. "I just want to express my affirmation of you. I believe in you."
"That's good, that's good." Fang Miaomiao almost couldn't speak clearly. She said vaguely, "In short, if you trust me, then trust me. Your Wen family isn't doing too well."
"Oh?" Wen Zhiyan's voice drew out.
"You just said you trust me." Fang Miaomiao glared at Wen Zhiyan as if she was in charge, "I said it, and you react like this."
Her angry glare was like the kitten she had kept a long, long time ago. She looked fierce, but in reality, she had no deterrent power.
He was curious about where this little fairy came from. Even when she was angry, she was soft and lovable.
"I believe you." Wen Zhiyan, afraid of truly angering her, quickly explained, "I said, I believe whatever Miaomiao says. It's just… how did Miaomiao know there was a problem with someone in the Wen family?"
"Hmph." Fang Miaomiao glanced at him haughtily. "If you want me to say it, I won't say it."
Wen Zhiyan smiled dotingly, his gaze gentle as he looked at her. "Alright, alright. Miaomiao, if you want to say it, you can say it. If you don't want to, you don't have to, okay?"
"Are you coaxing me like An'an?"
Wen Zhiyan answered without hesitation, "I've never coaxed An'an."
"You've never coaxed An'an?"
"Mm."
In his opinion, An'an was a boy, and he had to start tempering his disposition from a young age. Otherwise, when he grew up, he would be timid in everything he did, like a flower in a greenhouse.
"Tsk, no wonder," Fang Miaomiao said softly.