After watching their phones for a while, Fang Miaomiao started feeling very sleepy.
"An'an," Fang Miaomiao said drowsily to Wen Yan'an, "Can you be good and play by yourself for a bit? Mommy is a bit tired."
"Okay."
Wen Yan'an ran to his bedroom, got a small blanket, and gently draped it over Fang Miaomiao. Then, he found a copy of "One Hundred Thousand Whys" and settled down on the sofa to read quietly.
...
"I'm sorry, Miss. I didn't do it on purpose. Can you please not tell the manager? If the manager finds out I was clumsy, he'll definitely fire me."
Fang Miaomiao uncomfortably fiddled with the white dress stained with red wine. She frowned. Was she dreaming again? What kind of dream was this? It felt like it wasn't a good dream at all.
Just as she was about to say it was okay, she found her hand moving uncontrollably, slapping the service staff, who was crying rivers of tears.
The sound of the slap silenced the surrounding bustling crowd.
"Fang Miaomiao, what are you doing?" Fang Miaomiao saw Wen Wenlan storming towards her. "Why are you making things difficult for a service staff member at an occasion like this?"
Fang Miaomiao looked up at him. "She spilled on my designer dress, and I slapped her. Isn't that normal?"
Seeing this scene, she understood. She was reliving a plot that wasn't in the book. And her current body was not under her control; she could only be an observer experiencing it firsthand.
"Movie star Wen Lan, you don't need to speak up for me. This is what I deserve. If I had been more careful and seen someone's foot sticking out, I wouldn't have tripped and spilled red wine on Miss Fang's clothes."
"What do you mean?"
"I, I didn't do it on purpose, but this dress is half my monthly salary. I really can't afford it." The service staff covered her face and looked like she was about to kneel. "Miss Fang, if you're unhappy, just slap me a few more times. As long as you're happy, please spare me."
"What kind of ridiculous dress costs half your monthly salary?"
Some people crowded around, sneering. "This is just a dress from a few years ago; it's already out of season. Miss Fang, I know you're having financial difficulties right now, but you shouldn't extort a service staff member, should you?"
"Hahaha, don't say that. Perhaps she really likes this dress. After all, she was raised in the Fang family for decades; how could she have fallen to the point of extorting people?"
"Hahaha, who knows."
"Shut up," Fang Miaomiao impatiently interrupted everyone. "What I want to do is none of your business. You're all so nosy, are you sick or something?"
After speaking, Fang Miaomiao glared at the service staff and, pulled by her agent, went up to the third floor.
"Take off your dress first, so you don't catch a cold. I've already contacted an assistant to bring you a replacement."
Fang Miaomiao frowned. "I remember I brought another outfit."
"How could that be? When you had red wine on you, I checked the car. There was no other outfit."
Although Fang Miaomiao was confused, she said gratefully, "Thank you, Sister Li."
"It's nothing. We're in this together now, so of course, I have to protect you. Alright, you stay in the room. I'll wait outside for the clothes."
"Okay."
Watching Sister Li close the door, Fang Miaomiao vaguely remembered which scene this was.
"Fang Miaomiao, Fang Miaomiao, you're letting me see your memories. Do you want me to help you clear your name, or what?" Fang Miaomiao's head began to ache, and she felt a little dizzy.
Damn it.
Fang Miaomiao's mind instantly cleared. Had she been drugged?
Thinking this, Fang Miaomiao didn't care if her body was under her control or not and instinctively bit her tongue.
The intense pain made her sober up for a moment.
She rushed outside with all her might.
Opening the door.
She collapsed outward, her limbs weak.
However, she didn't feel the expected pain.
Instead, a gloomy shout echoed in her ears.
"Fang Miaomiao."
Before she could react, she was forcefully pushed.
She fell in a disheveled heap into the hallway.
For a moment, the flashing lights of the paparazzi made her eyes swim.
"What kind of melodramatic plot is this."
Fang Miaomiao suddenly opened her eyes.
"Mommy, you're awake?"
Fang Miaomiao smelled the aroma of food from the kitchen. After a long while, she asked in a dry voice, "An'an, what time is it?"
"It's six o'clock, Mommy." Wen Yan'an handed a glass of water to Fang Miaomiao. "Mommy, drink some water. Your throat seems a bit dry."
"Thank you."
Fang Miaomiao gulped it down, and only then did she feel that not only was her throat better, but her body had also regained some strength.
"Where's your dad?"
"Mommy, Dad gets off work at six-thirty."
As he said this, Wen Yan'an looked at Fang Miaomiao with concern. "Mommy, were you having a nightmare just now?"
"How did An'an know?"
"Mommy was talking in her sleep, and her brow was furrowing from time to time."
And most importantly, he couldn't wake her up.
Later, when Aunt Lin came in, she said that Mommy was being enchanted by a dream and that in such situations, someone in the dream should be telling her something, so he shouldn't worry. Once Mommy knew what the dream-teller had told her, she would wake up, and he shouldn't worry.
He thought, perhaps the previous Mommy wanted to tell Mommy something, or perhaps that Mommy wanted to take back the body that belonged to the current Mommy.
He was very scared, so he had been sitting by Mommy's side, waiting for her to wake up.
Only when he saw the familiar look in Mommy's eyes did he breathe a slight sigh of relief. It was good; this was still his current Mommy.
"I'm sorry for making An'an worry." Fang Miaomiao didn't miss Wen Yan'an's slightly red eyes and felt more apologetic.
"Mommy is here with An'an, so there's no need to apologize."
As soon as Wen Zhiyan returned home, he saw them looking at each other on the sofa. "An'an, Miaomiao, what's wrong?"
"Dad? Why are you back so early?"
"I finished my work at the company, so I left early."
"Master Wen is back." Aunt Lin smiled and brought out the dishes. "An'an was almost scared by Madam."
"Scared? What happened?"
Aunt Lin simply recounted what she had just witnessed.
"Miaomiao?"
Fang Miaomiao looked at their serious faces and couldn't help but laugh and cry. "I'm really fine. I just had a nightmare. It seems I shouldn't sleep too long in the afternoon anymore, or I'll have nightmares."
"Really fine?"
"Really, more real than gold." Fang Miaomiao stood up from the sofa and pulled Wen Yan'an to the dining room. "Let's eat, I'm so hungry."
"Alright, Madam. I have one more dish."
After placing all the dishes on the table, Aunt Lin left.