After hearing Sister Li's words, Fang Miaomiao suddenly realized something. "Do you know what the banquet at the October Hotel is?"
"An ordinary business banquet," Sister Li said dismissively.
Sister Li had mixed feelings towards Fang Miaomiao. When Manager Wang had asked her to drop everything and become Fang Miaomiao's agent, she was very happy. After all, being an agent was much better in terms of prestige and authority than being an artist's assistant.
Moreover, Fang Miaomiao was beautiful, and she felt confident she could make her a popular star.
The more confident she was at the beginning, the more desperate she became later. While the company outwardly intended to promote Fang Miaomiao, in reality, they seemed to be hiding her.
The reason she became Fang Miaomiao's agent was also because she was incompetent and had no connections. This made her easier to control compared to others who were already established agents.
The company was hiding Fang Miaomiao, and in doing so, they were also hiding her. Without connections, she couldn't find any. So, as the company was about to face trouble, and other agents left or changed jobs, she was the only one anxiously staying at the company every day.
Therefore, when Shen Jiani approached her and asked her to do something, promising that she would become Fenghe's agent upon success, she agreed without a second thought.
She and Fang Miaomiao were in the same boat. However, Fang Miaomiao had the Wen family behind her, while she had nothing. So, she couldn't be blamed. She had to think about her future.
She knew that Fang Miaomiao would likely face great misfortune tomorrow, but what could she do? Fang Miaomiao was a jinx to her.
Between her and Fang Miaomiao, she had to choose herself.
The blame could only be placed on Shen Jiani, the mastermind.
Fang Miaomiao lowered her eyelids, not replying.
"Miaomiao, are you listening?" Sister Li, masking her anxiety, asked gently, "When have I ever lied to you, right?"
"Oh?" Fang Miaomiao almost laughed at Sister Li's shamelessness. "Sister Li, what you're saying."
"So?" Sister Li, never straying from the topic of the banquet, asked, "What are you planning to do?"
"Although I don't know what you're up to," Fang Miaomiao sneered, "I'm bored, so I'll go. But, Sister Li, you have to guarantee my safety, or I don't know what bad things will happen afterward."
With that, Fang Miaomiao hung up before Sister Li could react.
"You're trying to scare her?"
"She has bad intentions, so what's wrong with scaring her?" Fang Miaomiao said righteously to Wen Yan'an. "Besides, I didn't lay a hand on her, did I?"
"Between hitting someone and talking, which is more serious?"
"Hitting."
"Right," Fang Miaomiao said with feigned understanding. "She's doing bad things, and I'm just talking. I'm being very merciful to her. Alas, there aren't many kind people like me in the world anymore."
Wen Yan'an looked at Fang Miaomiao's lamenting expression, his brows furrowed like caterpillars. He felt that her words were strange, but he couldn't pinpoint exactly why.
Fang Miaomiao found Wen Yan'an's troubled and thoughtful expression amusing, and she couldn't help but chuckle.
Hearing her laughter, Wen Yan'an shyly lowered his head. "You..."
"Alright, I wasn't laughing at you," Fang Miaomiao said seriously. "My dear eldest son, I want to discuss something with you, okay?"
Wen Yan'an's ear tips turned red. "What do you want to discuss?"
Fang Miaomiao didn't notice Wen Yan'an's abnormality and leaned back in her chair, saying, "As you just heard, those people definitely have ill intentions towards me, so..."
Wen Yan'an didn't hear the rest and tilted his head slightly towards Fang Miaomiao, asking seriously, "So what?"
"So, my life and safety are in your hands," Fang Miaomiao glanced at him and slumped onto his shoulder as if boneless. "You're a living signboard."
High-society individuals might not recognize Wen Zhiyan, but everyone would definitely know Wen Yan'an.
You see, compared to Wen Anlan, Old Master Wen preferred the child. When he attended banquets, he would brag about his precious grandson to everyone he met. As his grandson grew up, Old Master Wen even set Wen Yan'an's picture as his phone wallpaper and described Wen Yan'an to those around him.
As a result, people in that circle, even if they hadn't met Wen Yan'an, knew of him and his appearance through words and photos.
To dare to bully Wen Yan'an was to show disrespect to Old Master Wen and the Wen Group.
"I don't quite understand," Wen Yan'an blinked in confusion, but instinctively straightened his body to make it more comfortable for Fang Miaomiao to lean on.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I forgot to tell you after coming out of your father's study," Fang Miaomiao said apologetically. "Because your father has something to do tomorrow night, and I have a banquet, we discussed it and I thought I'd take you to the banquet."
"I was busy and forgot to discuss it with you."
"It's okay, I'll go to the banquet with you."
"What a good boy," Fang Miaomiao raised her hand and touched Wen Yan'an's cheek.
So smooth, so tender, like a freshly peeled egg.
"Do you want to sleep for a bit? I'll wake you up when we get home."
"Oh, I couldn't possibly impose."
Despite her words, Fang Miaomiao shamelessly leaned her head on Wen Yan'an's shoulder and closed her eyes.
She had been a bit angry earlier, which made her feel a little dizzy.
Soon, they returned to the apartment.
Fang Miaomiao sent Wen Yan'an away and went back to her bedroom.
After Fang Miaomiao closed the door, Wen Yan'an knocked on the study door.
"Enter."
When Wen Zhiyan saw the person who arrived, the joy in his eyes faded slightly.
"An'an, what is it?"
"Do you have something to do tomorrow?"
Wen Zhiyan nodded. "Yes, Mom told you, right? You're accompanying her to a banquet tomorrow."
"I know."
"Mm," Wen Zhiyan continued. "Don't let anyone bully your mother."
If someone foolishly dared to bully her...
Fortunately, he would also be there.
"I won't let anyone bully her."
"Good boy, you're a little man."
The two fell into silence again.
Finally, Wen Zhiyan looked up. "Is there anything else?"
"Are you coming home after you finish your business tomorrow night?"
Wen Zhiyan paused. "Why do you ask?"
His home? Of course, he would return. Especially since the person he liked was there every night. He had no reason not to go home.
Wen Yan'an met Wen Zhiyan's deep gaze. "You, why don't you come back tomorrow night? I want to sleep with her."
Her embrace was warm. During the show, they had slept together every night.
Yesterday, when he got home, he couldn't sleep.
He had hesitated for a long time last night before picking up his small pillow to go find her, only to see her nimbly open her father's room and then close it.
Hmph, it must be Dad playing tricks.
If Dad wasn't home, he could sleep with Mom.