“But, Sister Zhou Li, I’m just so upset about it,” Fang Yan Huan said fiercely through gritted teeth. “Why should those netizens criticize me? I just didn’t want to say goodbye to my fans back then. I only wanted to sing one more song for them.”
Why were these people nitpicking her? Besides, wasn’t the matter resolved afterward? Why were they still clinging to it? And Chen Tian Ming, knowing full well she had Wen Wen Lan behind her, still dared to proactively propose termination of the contract.
Zhou Li’s expression turned serious. “I’ll ask you, did you arrange for the fans at the amusement park?”
Fang Yan Huan pursed her lips and remained silent.
Zhou Li knew her artist all too well. “My dear Miss Yan Huan, when you do these things, can you at least discuss them with me first?”
Fang Yan Huan paused for a long moment before evading the question. “I simply shared my schedule in the group. Who knew there would be sasaeng fans mixed in? And I don’t know how the group owner vetted people to let sasaeng fans in.”
Hearing this, Zhou Li felt an immense headache. “Fang Yan Huan, are you trying to anger me to death? Did you… do anything else behind my back?”
“What did I do behind your back? Didn’t you say my fan base has been declining quite a bit recently and that I should give my fans some benefits in the group now and then?”
Looking at Fang Yan Huan’s defiant stance, Zhou Li was momentarily speechless. She remembered that Fang Yan Huan wasn’t like this before. How had she become increasingly brainless and unreasonable over time?
Fang Yan Huan also feared she had angered Zhou Li. She bit her lower lip and looked at Zhou Li with a pitiful expression. “Sister Li, I know this is my fault. I was just so angry with Fang Miao Miao that I lost my head. Sister Li, please don’t be angry, okay? I promise to tell you everything I do from now on, alright?”
“Sister Li, I won’t oppose Fang Miao Miao anymore.”
“Besides the fan issue, have you done anything else wrong?”
Fang Yan Huan lowered her head and remained silent.
Zhou Li sighed. The entertainment industry was truly a murky pond. A girl who was once so pure, first with the Fang family, then with the film emperor, and with herself constantly pushing her forward, yet she was still blinded by the entertainment world.
“Sister Li, I… I know I was wrong.”
Her pitiful demeanor, with tears falling like pearls, finally softened Zhou Li’s heart. “Just as I said, you’ll stay in the hospital during this period. Don’t go anywhere, and don’t respond to anything online, understand?”
Hearing this, Fang Yan Huan knew what Zhou Li meant. She quickly nodded and promised, “Thank you, Sister Li. I’ll be good from now on.”
“You’re tired today too, get some rest early.”
After a few more words with Fang Yan Huan, Zhou Li resignedly returned to her office to figure out how to fix this mess.
Fortunately, with Fang Yan Huan’s status and the assistance of Film Emperor Wen Lan’s studio, the incident was barely suppressed.
Waking up from a deep sleep.
Fang Miao Miao suddenly remembered she had forgotten something.
“Mama?” Wen Yan An, with his eyes closed, instinctively reached out for the presence beside him.
Fang Miao Miao looked at the soft, milky, and clingy little face. Without a trace of guilt, she pushed a certain individual to the back of her mind and shifted to hold the little one.
“Mama, you smell so good,” Wen Yan An said, hugging Fang Miao Miao’s neck and affectionately nuzzling her head.
“Do I? You smell like milk, little one.”
“Does Mama like it?”
“I do.”
Wen Yan An giggled and then drifted back to sleep drowsily.
Fang Miao Miao watched Wen Yan An sleep soundly before getting out of bed and freshening up.
As soon as she opened the door, she saw a staff member standing outside holding a phone.
She recognized that phone. It belonged to Chen Tian Ming.
“The director asked me to bring it over.”
“Hasn’t filming started yet?”
The staff member shook his head. “Due to an unresolved issue from last night, filming has been postponed for today. Teacher Fang, you don’t need to worry.”
“Okay, thank you.”
Fang Miao Miao took the phone and held it to her ear.
“Awake?”
Hearing that all-too-familiar voice, Fang Miao Miao’s lips curved upwards. “Mhmm, and you? What are you doing?”
Wen Zhi Yan looked at the rehabilitation room, which was empty save for a few railings, and said gently, “I just finished breakfast and am about to head to the company. How about you?”
Fang Miao Miao sheepishly touched her nose. “Just woke up.”
What she didn’t say was that she might go back to bed for a bit more sleep.
“Good girl. Chen Tian Ming said you won’t be live-streaming this morning, so there’s still plenty of time for another nap.”
“When you get up, press the bell, and a staff member will bring you food.”
“Wen Zhi Yan.”
“Hmm?”
“Is this considered using your power for personal gain?”
“What does Miao Miao think?”
The deep, mellow voice, transmitted through the phone, made Fang Miao Miao’s ears feel hot.
“Ahem, well, don’t overwork yourself. Your health is the most important thing. It’s getting late, so I’ll return the phone to the staff now.”
“Alright, go ahead.”
Wen Zhi Yan’s lips curved upwards. He could already picture his Miao Miao shyly returning the phone to the staff member, then fleeing to hide back under the covers.
“Oh my, this is rare! Our Master Wen isn’t exercising today, and he’s just grinning foolishly at his phone,” Yuan Chao, who was bringing in breakfast, said, unable to resist teasing when he saw the doting smile.
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Wen Zhi Yan’s expression return to normal, and he calmly put the phone aside. “You’re late today.”
“Tsk, alright, it’s my fault today. My dear Master Wen, please do me the honor of eating breakfast.”
Because of his rehabilitation, Yuan Chao was responsible for all three of Wen Zhi Yan’s meals.
“When you went back yesterday, were there any abnormalities in your legs or feet?”
“No, but after soaking in the medicinal bath you gave me, my body was fine, though my legs were very itchy.”
He hadn’t slept all night.
“Normal.” Yuan Chao handed Wen Zhi Yan his specially prepared breakfast.
Wen Zhi Yan took a bite, his brows furrowing slightly, almost imperceptibly, before he continued eating with a composed expression.
Yuan Chao looked at his impassive face and shook his head. “Tsk, tsk. Breakfast with no taste at all, and you can still eat it. I’m impressed.”
“It’s alright.”
Yuan Chao gave him a thumbs-up and crouched down to examine Wen Zhi Yan’s legs. “The recovery is going well. It’s hard to tell that Master Wen can be quite obedient.”
Wen Zhi Yan finished the last bite and stared intently at Yuan Chao.
“Ahem, just kidding, no need to be like that.” Yuan Chao stood up, rubbing his nose. “At this rate, you’ll be able to walk soon.”
“How soon is ‘soon’?”
“Soon is…” Yuan Chao estimated. “Three to four days at the earliest, a week at the latest.”