Wen Zhi Jia was so angry. He just didn't understand how he could have given birth to a fool who had no interest in the family business and was only obsessed with that broken industry.
"Dad, none of us have talent in business management. Why bother?" Wen Wen Lan knew what he was thinking, but compared to his fourth uncle, he truly couldn't compete in business.
The main reason he had opposed his fourth uncle recently and didn't want to return to Yu Yuan was that woman, Fang Miao Miao. However, tonight, seeing Fang Miao Miao hugging his fourth uncle with such righteous indignation, she wasn't as detestable as he had imagined.
"You'll be the death of me," Wen Zhi Jia said irritably.
"Alright, Dad, let's go home. Isn't it good to be a hands-off boss every day, collect dividends, and travel around?" Wen Yan An advised, "Why take on such a heavy burden? You and Mom should go on trips. The dividends your fourth uncle gives us every month are enough for you to play for a lifetime."
See ghosts.
Wen Zhi Jia grumbled, why did it feel like his foolish son's words made some sense?
No, that wasn't right.
With his eldest brother gone and his second brother rarely home, it was natural for the old man not to consider them as heirs to the Wen Group.
But what about him? He had worked tirelessly in the company for over thirty years, with no credit, but at least hard work, right? Why would the old man not even look at him and directly announce that he was handing over the Wen Group to his fourth brother?
This was unfair, extremely unfair.
Thinking of this, Wen Zhi Jia closed his eyes and remained silent.
Wen Wen Lan shook his head helplessly. He was used to this. Every time his father returned from Yu Yuan, he would come out smiling, but his face would darken as soon as he got into the car, and then he would express his disappointment in him, believing that he should be competing with his fourth uncle for the position of chairman of the Wen Group.
…
Wen Zhi Yan briefly recounted the conversation in the study to Fang Miao Miao.
"Wen Zhi Yan, what's your relationship with your third brother?"
"It's pretty good. Third brother has a very kind personality and used to love taking us out to play when we were young."
Only later, due to matters concerning the Wen Group, their relationship, while not completely broken, had developed cracks.
Fang Miao Miao gritted her teeth.
In the book, Wen Zhi Jia, who appeared as cheerful as a Maitreya Buddha, always smiling and looking very amiable, had actually harbored resentment towards the old man Wen for handing over the Wen Group to Wen Zhi Yan.
However, the book didn't mention any actual bad deeds committed by Wen Zhi Jia. He simply found Wen Zhi Yan displeasing, constantly instigating his son to quit the entertainment industry and compete with Wen Zhi Yan for the chairman position.
The most memorable part was Wen Zhi Jia’s disapproval of Wen Yan Huan, and his attempts to break up the couple. Despite his efforts, the couple's love was steadfast and they refused to break up.
The father and son almost came to blows over this matter.
It was only when Wen Wen Lan took over the management of the Wen Group from Wen Zhi Yan that Wen Zhi Jia reluctantly agreed to their relationship.
"Miao Miao, what are you thinking about?"
"Nothing, I was just thinking that you have a good relationship with your brothers."
Wen Zhi Yan smiled faintly and changed the subject, "Get some sleep early. You and An An have to catch a flight early tomorrow for filming, don't you?"
"Okay, you get some rest too."
After speaking, Fang Miao Miao got up and went to Wen Yan An's room.
Watching her almost fleeing figure, Wen Zhi Yan shook his head with doting helplessness, then looked down at his legs.
Miao Miao, wait for me a little longer. When I can stand up from this wheelchair, I will confess my love to you.
As Wen Yan An slept, he smelled a familiar fragrance. He struggled to turn over and hugged the source of the scent, softly saying, "Mom."
"Good boy, I'm here." Fang Miao Miao also comfortably pulled the little guy into her embrace, inhaling the milky scent on him greedily like a pervert. "Can I sleep with you tonight?"
After the incident during the day and the recent embrace, when no one else was around, she couldn't face Wen Zhi Yan.
So, she uninterestingly ran to Wen Yan An's room.
"Okay, An An is so sleepy. Goodnight, Mom."
"Goodnight."
Hugging the little guy, Fang Miao Miao quickly fell asleep, until the next morning.
"Baby, good morning."
"Good morning, Mom." Wen Yan An replied obediently.
"Tsk, how can you be such a good child?" Fang Miao Miao squinted her eyes, shamelessly leaned forward, and kissed Wen Yan An on the cheek.
Wen Yan An's body stiffened, and he looked at Fang Miao Miao with wide, disbelieving eyes.
Seeing this, Fang Miao Miao felt both amused and exasperated. "Did I scare you?"
Wen Yan An shook his head shyly.
"Or was my action too uncouth? Does An An dislike it?"
Wen Yan An shook his head again, his fingers unconsciously clenching into fists.
Seeing his flushed ear tips, Fang Miao Miao teased, "Alright, I apologize. I won't kiss An An anymore, okay?"
Before she could finish speaking, the little guy threw himself into her arms, gripping her arm with his fingers. "No."
"You can't kiss An An? I get it."
"It's not like that." Wen Yan An panicked, looking up at Fang Miao Miao, afraid she would get up and leave. "I like, I like Mom."
"Like what about me?" For the first time, Fang Miao Miao saw a flustered expression on Wen Yan An's face, wanting to explain but making it worse. Without any burden, she continued to tease.
"I like, I like Mom kissing An An."
After saying that, Wen Yan An buried himself completely in Fang Miao Miao's arms.
This shy action made Fang Miao Miao unable to hold back any longer and hugged him tightly. "Good, good, my An An baby is so obedient."
"Mom?"
"Hmm?"
"Will you kiss me again in the future?"
"Hmm… when you're 7, you won't be able to."
"Why?" Wen Yan An poked his head out, his two wet eyes looking at Fang Miao Miao curiously.
"Because An An will be a little man when he's seven. Then there will be a distinction between genders, and you can't just kiss people casually," Fang Miao Miao said. "And when you grow up, you can't casually kiss other girls, understand? That's a very impolite behavior."
"Little friend An An, you can choose not to be a gentleman, but you absolutely cannot be an impolite person, understand?"
Wen Yan An nodded vigorously. "An An remembers."
"Okay, get up now, little one. After your mom washes up, we can go downstairs for breakfast. Are you hungry, An An?"
"No." Wen Yan An's face was flushed red. After struggling in Fang Miao Miao's arms for a long time, he said, "Then, can Mom kiss me one more time?"
"Of course."
Fang Miao Miao lowered her head and placed a kiss on Wen Yan An's forehead.
Wen Yan An pursed his lips, wrapped his arms around Fang Miao Miao's neck, and similarly placed a kiss on her forehead before shyly running away.
Fang Miao Miao smiled dotingly and got up to go to the bathroom to wash up.