"Madam Fang, please excuse us. I need to take my child home."
Zhou Wenjing, though reluctant, could only get up and make way. "Miao Miao, the young Master Wen is drunk. We have rooms upstairs, why don't you take the young Master up to sleep it off?"
Before Fang Miao Miao could refuse, Zhou Wenjing continued, "He's still young, and traveling by car when drunk might not be good for his health. As his mother, you should think about the child."
"Besides, this is the October Hotel, a hotel under the Wen family's name. Are you afraid something will happen?"
Fang Miao Miao was silent for a moment. Perhaps it was due to the child's drunkenness, but the little one in her arms was clutching her neck tightly, sleeping very restlessly.
"Then I'll trouble you, Madam Fang."
Zhou Wenjing breathed a sigh of relief. "What's there to trouble about? Adults all do what's best for the children."
As Zhou Wenjing was about to lead Fang Miao Miao upstairs, a server called out to her.
She gave Fang Miao Miao an apologetic look and then asked Fang Yan Huan to escort Fang Miao Miao upstairs.
In the elevator.
Fang Yan Huan looked at Fang Miao Miao holding the child with a complicated expression.
Just as she was about to speak, the elevator dinged.
"We're here." Fang Yan Huan handed Fang Miao Miao the room card. "The room number is 306, just walk straight and you'll see it. I have things to attend to at the banquet, so I'll head down now."
"Thank you."
Fang Yan Huan watched the retreating figure, her mouth opening and closing for a moment, but she ultimately did not call out to Fang Miao Miao and turned back into the elevator.
The room was spacious and fully equipped, not to mention it exuded a faint, pleasant fragrance. It was indeed a high-quality hotel serving the wealthy.
Fang Miao Miao carefully placed Wen Yan An on the bed.
"Mommy." Wen Yan An wrapped his arms around Fang Miao Miao's neck, rubbing his small face against hers, his eyes tightly shut as he whined affectionately.
"Yes?" Fang Miao Miao's voice was gentle as she dotingly stroked Wen Yan An's head. "Sleep well, I'm here."
"Don't go, okay? I'll be very, very good."
Wen Yan An held onto Fang Miao Miao's neck uneasily, murmuring incessantly.
"I won't go, won't go." Fang Miao Miao patiently comforted him. "Sleep well, I'm right here."
After what felt like an eternity of gentle reassurance, Wen Yan An finally loosened his grip on Fang Miao Miao's neck.
Sensing this, Fang Miao Miao finally breathed a sigh of relief and got up to fetch water from the bathroom.
After a simple wipe-down of Wen Yan An, Fang Miao Miao intended to call the driver waiting in the parking lot.
However...
Fang Miao Miao listened to the dialing tone on the phone.
Hung up?
Fang Miao Miao frowned slightly, pondering whether she should go down to check when a knock came at the door.
A sense of foreboding instantly washed over her.
She grew wary, picked up a cup from the table, and tiptoed towards the door.
"This, no one's talking. Did we get the wrong place?"
"309, it's here."
"Are you stupid? This room is 306."
Fang Miao Miao, who had been eavesdropping at the door, couldn't relax before hearing someone say.
"Nonsense, it's 306, it's this one. Hurry up and open the door, don't let the people inside find out."
Fang Miao Miao cursed inwardly, locked the door, and prepared to call the police, only to find her phone had no signal whatsoever.
It was clearly a well-planned operation.
Who would go to such lengths, so brazenly, to harm her?
Was it Sister Li, who invited her to the banquet, or Zhou Wenjing, or Fang Yan Huan, who brought her to the third floor?
Fang Miao Miao had no time to overthink. Before the intruders could enter, she placed the sleeping Wen Yan An inside the wardrobe, then went to the bathroom, turned on all the faucets, and closed the bathroom door.
As she grabbed the small fruit knife, the room door was forced open from the outside.
Three men and one woman appeared at the doorway.
The woman's gaze was dark as she looked at Fang Miao Miao.
Coincidentally, Fang Miao Miao recognized the woman.
"Shen Jia Ni, what happened to you?"
Compared to before, Shen Jia Ni was now as thin as a rail, her eyes hollow and lifeless. Even with the heavy makeup, the dark circles under her eyes were undeniable.
"Fang Miao Miao, how dare you ask what happened to me?" Shen Jia Ni let out a wild laugh, her dazed eyes fixated fiercely on Fang Miao Miao. "If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be like this."
After Wen Zhi Yan left with Fang Miao Miao that day, Chen Cai beat her mercilessly. If someone hadn't passed by and heard her miserable cries, Chen Cai would have beaten her to death.
After a few days in the hospital, she returned to the villa, only to find that Pan Pan and Jia Bao were not at home. She panicked, wanting to know what had happened. To her surprise, her mother-in-law had directly blocked her number.
She couldn't find her precious son, and Chen Cai, upon knowing she was home, said he wanted a divorce and even threatened to leave her with nothing.
Divorce? Leave with nothing?
What a joke. Shen Jia Ni, after all, was a once-famous goddess in the entertainment industry. Later, she married Chen Cai, who turned out to be two-faced. She had endured countless beatings at Chen Cai's hands.
She hadn't even mentioned divorce, how dare Chen Cai?
Therefore, seeing the figure with her back to her, she could no longer suppress her anger. She picked up a porcelain vase nearby and smashed it fiercely at that figure.
But that wasn't enough.
She still had a score to settle.
Fang Miao Miao.
If it weren't for Fang Miao Miao, she and Chen Cai wouldn't have ended up like this.
Fang Miao Miao, she wanted to ruin this damned woman, this shameless vixen.
"So you bribed Sister Li with benefits, made Sister Li have me attend the banquet, and even colluded with Fang Yan Huan to have her bring me upstairs." Fang Miao Miao quickly analyzed the situation and calmly pressed the camera on her dress. "However, there's one thing I don't quite understand. Why would Fang Yan Huan agree to cooperate with you?"
"Fang Yan Huan didn't want to cooperate with me," Shen Jia Ni sneered, her tone laced with schadenfreude. "But in this world, there are too many people who want you dead. I see you racking your brain and still not knowing who wants to harm you."
Saying that, Shen Jia Ni stepped back and leaned against the wall. "As for you, don't waste time. The third floor, I've booked it all. No one will come up tonight. Fang Miao Miao, enjoy all of this."
"The three of you, go ahead. Remember, the night is still long, take your time playing, just don't kill her."
As the words fell, three ugly, burly men entered the room one after another.
"Little beauty, rest assured, we brothers will make you comfortable. But the prerequisite for comfort is that you, little beauty, must be obedient."
"Hahaha, I've lived over forty years, and this is the first time I'm playing with a celebrity. I wonder what it feels like to play with a celebrity."
"We'll know once we play. The night is still long, and no one is disturbing us, so what are you afraid of? Take your time."