After dinner, the three of them watched a variety show in the living room for a while before Fang Miaomiao went to wash up.
"An'an, can you tell me what happened just now?"
"Mommy had a nightmare. I felt like she was in so much pain in her dream." Wen Yan'an trembled as he thought of the scene. "But I couldn't wake her up, Daddy, I couldn't wake Mommy up."
"Don't be scared, An'an, Daddy is here."
Wen Zhiyan hugged Wen Yan'an into his arms. Wen Yan'an subconsciously grabbed his clothes for a while before slowly recounting what had happened that afternoon.
"It's okay, Mommy just had a simple nightmare. An'an, don't worry. I have nightmares sometimes too. Don't be afraid, it's just a dream, it won't come true."
He also wouldn't let things that shouldn't happen become a reality in front of them.
After finally comforting An'an, Fang Miaomiao came out and saw the father and son hugging each other, and Wen Yan'an with red eyes, looking like he had been crying. "What's going on with you two?"
"Mommy."
Seeing Fang Miaomiao, Wen Yan'an immediately pulled away from Wen Zhiyan without any hesitation and ran towards Fang Miaomiao.
He hugged Fang Miaomiao's waist, tilted his head up, and said in a soft and pitiful voice, "Mommy, An'an wants to sleep with you and Daddy tonight."
Originally, he wanted to sleep only with his mother, but he was afraid that the bad guys from his dream would come looking for his mother. That's why he thought of letting his father sleep with them too. That way, the bad guys might go after his father instead of his mother, and his mother could sleep well.
Wen Zhiyan naturally knew what the little guy meant, but considering that he was letting the three of them sleep in one bed, he wouldn't argue with the little guy.
"Isn't this a bit inappropriate?"
"Mommy, please? An'an has never slept with Mommy and Daddy before."
Fang Miaomiao: "..."
Could the nap this morning have been an illusion?
"Miaomiao, you and An'an go to bed first. I suddenly remembered there's something I haven't finished here."
"Mommy?"
"Okay, okay, fine."
It's just sleeping, where she sleeps is where she sleeps.
Wen Yan'an's eyes lit up, and he pulled Fang Miaomiao towards his father's bedroom.
After they entered the bedroom, Wen Zhiyan pushed his wheelchair to the study.
After a long period of work, he looked at the screen with gods and demons, feeling his head swell.
Meeting Miaomiao had made his scientific rationalism waver, even collapse.
If, as An'an worried, Miaomiao would one day leave them and go to another world, he didn't know how he would face that scene.
No, absolutely not.
Wen Zhiyan thought of something and tremblingly opened the cabinet beside him with his right hand.
Inside lay a brocade pouch. It was given to him by a Taoist boy named Qing Jiu when they went to Qingdao Temple before.
When the small car rammed towards them desperately, he heard Miaomiao's panicked shout, and his mind went blank for a moment. Did he really have to die here?
But suddenly, he felt a searing pain in the hand holding the brocade pouch. He instinctively opened his hand and saw a golden light erupting from the pouch.
The dazzling golden light made him unable to open his eyes and see what was happening around him.
Then, he heard Xin Xianlai's gasp of cold air from ahead.
He slowly opened his eyes and found that the reckless small car and a large truck behind their car had collided at some point.
The brocade pouch that had emitted golden light from his hand was nowhere to be found.
Later, he had learned more about this. He knew that brocade pouches were used to ward off disasters and would turn to ashes and disappear after blocking a calamity.
But he hadn't expected that when the car was returned, they found the driver lying in the car, barely alive. Wen Zhiyan recognized him as the person who had betrayed him before.
Upon seeing him, the man knelt and apologized profusely, mumbling about ghosts.
The doctor diagnosed the driver with madness, and the words of a madman could not be used as evidence.
To avoid alerting the enemy, he finally had Xin Xianlai and Da Chen take the driver to a mental hospital and had already spoken to the hospital director, forbidding anyone from visiting.
When Xin Xianlai returned, he was holding a brocade pouch.
"Master Wen, it's a shame you didn't go to the mental hospital. We found the brocade pouch that little Qing Jiu gave you on that man. And that man is truly mad. When he saw the brocade pouch, he kept shouting about ghosts and even smashed his head against the wall."
Looking at the clean brocade pouch in Xin Xianlai's hand, Wen Zhiyan said nothing. He just took it.
He knew clearly that the scene in the car was not a dream. Only he had seen that golden light.
In the period that followed, he often sent people to investigate Qingdao Temple, but every time they returned, they said there was no such Taoist boy named Qing Jiu in Qingdao Temple.
Wen Zhiyan rubbed the brocade pouch between his fingers. "What exactly are you?"
After staring at the brocade pouch for a while, Wen Zhiyan put it back in the cabinet, closed the computer, and returned to the bedroom.
Wen Yan'an was already asleep.
Fang Miaomiao was still leaning against the headboard, reading her script by the bedside lamp.
"Miaomiao, why aren't you asleep yet?"
Fang Miaomiao scratched her head. "I slept too long this afternoon, so I'm not sleepy tonight."
Wen Zhiyan paused. "Miaomiao, you shouldn't sleep for too long during your afternoon nap. It will make you uncomfortable and prone to dreaming."
Hearing this, Fang Miaomiao felt like crying and laughing. "I'm really fine this afternoon. Don't listen to An'an's nonsense."
"I know. Then I'll go wash up."
Wen Zhiyan said, taking his clothes into the bathroom.
Listening to the rustling sound of water from the bathroom, Fang Miaomiao lowered her eyes and looked at Wen Yan'an, who was sleeping soundly beside her.
The last time she dreamed, the original owner had said goodbye to her. She thought then that this body would be completely hers. She didn't expect to dream again this afternoon.
She had only seen the events unfold, but she didn't know what the original owner truly wanted. Was it for her to avenge the original owner? Or to clear the original owner's name? Both seemed too difficult. She didn't want to do either. She also didn't want to encounter the original male lead, Wen Wenlan. She didn't have such noble aspirations to fulfill the original owner's wishes. She just wanted to slack off, fall in love, and tease children. However, the prerequisite for all these things was that she had to have control of this body.
"Tsk, so annoying." Fang Miaomiao put down the script irritably and picked up her phone.
She clicked on the trending searches.
A trending search caught her eye.
#Qingdao Temple Has a History of Over a Thousand Years#
Qingdao Temple.
This name sounded a bit familiar.
Fang Miaomiao quickly checked her bank messages. Indeed, the last transfer of one million yuan was to Qingdao Temple. Why did the original owner transfer such a large sum of money to Qingdao Temple? Or, after she and the original owner swapped bodies, what role did Qingdao Temple play in this?