After work, Wen Zhiyan had the driver park the car in the underground garage before sending a text message to Fang Miaomiao, who was shopping in the mall.
Twenty minutes later, the two got into the car with bags full of their spoils.
"I'm so tired, I haven't shopped like this in so long," Fang Miaomiao panted slightly, leaning against the car door. "It's cooler under the air conditioning."
Wen Zhiyan handed Fang Miaomiao a wet wipe. "Was it fun?"
Fang Miaomiao nodded, her face tired but her eyes exceptionally clear and bright. "It was fun."
In her past life, her life was all about filming, and she hadn't had this much fun in a long time.
Wen Yan'an nodded and shook his head. It was fun, just a bit tiring for his feet. He couldn't understand how his mother, who usually looked so lazy, preferring to sit rather than stand and lie down rather than sit, suddenly didn't have a sore back or legs when it came to shopping.
His feet had almost given out.
What's more, when his mother received the message from his father, she had a look of reluctant satisfaction on her face.
Help me.
"Okay, when we have time next, we'll come play again, alright?"
When they came next time, he could let Miaomiao use his card, and he could carry her bags behind her, being an enviable couple.
Wen Zhiyan added silently in his heart.
"Okay." Fang Miaomiao was the type of person whose temper flared up and subsided quickly.
"Dad, your phone is ringing."
Wen Zhiyan took his phone, his brow furrowing imperceptibly.
"What's wrong?"
"My father's call."
"It must be something important," Fang Miaomiao nodded.
He answered.
"Father."
"Where are you?"
"We're getting ready to return to the apartment."
"Come back to the old house for dinner tonight."
"May I ask what it's about?"
"What? Do I need a reason to ask you to come back for dinner?"
Wen Zhiyan paused. "I'll ask Miaomiao and An'an."
Wen Renhe heard this and was a little displeased but said nothing. "Yes, your meals have been prepared. Hurry back, and my precious grandson too."
He hung up.
"Miaomiao."
"What's wrong?" Fang Miaomiao was watching a funny video with Wen Yan'an, shifting slightly, her gaze unwilling to leave the screen.
"Father wants us to go back?"
"Go back?" Fang Miaomiao finally turned her head to look at Wen Zhiyan. "Go back for dinner? Okay."
"My mother is also here."
Fang Miaomiao's eyebrows slightly rose. "Oh, Mom is here too."
Didn't Old Mrs. Ran say indignantly last time that she was returning to the Ran family? Could it be that she's back because of the Xin Hui situation?
Considering Old Mrs. Ran's heart-driven devotion to the Ran family, it would be strange if she didn't come back.
"Don't worry, I'll try my best to go along with Old Mrs. Ran."
"You don't have to force yourself. Just stay by my side then. I'll handle my mother."
"Okay."
The driver turned the car around and headed for the old house.
Over an hour later.
The car stopped at Yu Garden.
"Master, Madam, the Master and Old Madam are already seated in the dining hall."
"Good evening, Grandpa Chen."
"Good evening, little master." Butler Chen looked at Wen Yan'an dotingly.
"Uncle Chen, who else is in the dining hall?"
Butler Chen's smile froze. "There might be quite a few people."
For example, Miss Xie, Third Master, and Young Master Wen Lan.
"Miaomiao, let's go in."
Fang Miaomiao pushed Wen Zhiyan as Butler Chen led them to the dining hall.
Inside the dining hall, it was a scene of warmth and harmony.
In contrast, Fang Miaomiao and Wen Zhiyan, who had just arrived at the entrance, felt out of place.
"Master, Old Madam, Master Zhiyan and Fourth Madam have arrived," Butler Chen said respectfully.
Wen Renhe nodded. "Thank you for your hard work. You may go attend to your own matters now. There's no need to serve here."
"Yes."
"Grandpa, Grandma, hello," Wen Yan'an greeted politely. "Third Uncle, Brother, hello."
"Ah, my good grandson is back. Come, let Grandma see if our good grandson has grown taller," Ran Lian pulled Wen Yan'an into her arms, hugging him gently. "My good grandson, Grandma missed you so much."
"I missed you too, Grandma."
"Cough, cough."
Wen Yan'an ran towards the stern-looking Wen Renhe and hugged him. "Grandpa, An'an missed you too."
"An'an is a good boy," Wen Renhe looked at the small, obedient ball of dough saying he missed him, so cute, and couldn't help but reach out and touch the little fellow's cheek. "Grandpa misses An'an too, but An'an doesn't seem to come back to Yu Garden much."
"An'an is back now."
Ran Lian nodded dotingly, her gaze falling on the two who had just entered the dining hall. Her expression immediately turned grim. "You're back but don't know how to greet people, as if you're mute. I don't know what Wen Zhiyan sees in you."
Fang Miaomiao raised her signature smile. "Dad, Mom, good evening. Third Brother, Nephew, good evening."
"What did you just call me?"
Fang Miaomiao then looked at the person who spoke, Wen Wenlan, the male protagonist of this book.
It had to be said that Wen Wenlan, as the male protagonist, truly lived up to his reputation. He was exceptionally handsome, his face a perfect sculpture by Nuwa, especially his eyes, which were amorous peach blossom eyes, giving the impression of a gaze full of autumn waves.
His fair skin added a touch of youthful charm to Wen Wenlan, tsk tsk tsk, at first glance, he was always the first person to be noticed.
No wonder he could bewitch the original owner to the point of madness, living a life of wealth but causing trouble everywhere. One had to admit, the male protagonist indeed had the capital for it, the author's favorite child.
It's a pity that she now liked Wen Zhiyan, someone who had been sculpted by time, charismatic, and experienced, so much better than a fresh young meat like Wen Wenlan who hadn't been ravaged by the years.
"She is my wife. Is there anything wrong with calling you nephew?"
"I..." Wen Wenlan paused, then lowered his head to apologize under the gaze of his father, Wen Zhi Jia. "Fourth Uncle, I'm sorry. It was my fault. I shouldn't have spoken to Fourth Aunt like that."
"Enough," Ran Lian interrupted directly, impatiently glancing at Fang Miaomiao as if she were a troublemaker. "Why is Wen Lan so surprised? Don't you know the reason? You're 30 years old and can't even manage your own wife. Aren't you afraid of being laughed at if word gets out?"
Fang Miaomiao wanted to speak, but a large hand took hers, giving her a sense of security.
She looked down and saw it was Wen Zhiyan.
Wen Zhiyan pulled Fang Miaomiao behind him. "Mother, I don't think Miaomiao did anything wrong. After all, people are young and will always have poor judgment. Now that Miaomiao has found the right choice, isn't that good?"
"Yes, Husband, this is all thanks to Husband's usual care and understanding," Fang Miaomiao put her arm around Wen Zhiyan's neck, feigning affection. "Only after seeing others did I realize how amazing my husband is. It's all thanks to my husband for not holding grudges."
"Miaomiao, you can't say that. You are always the most important person to me."