"Miao Miao, you can't do this."
"No, why are you sitting up?" Fang Miao Miao was startled by Wen Zhi Yan's movement and quickly stepped forward to help him. "Can't you take care of your leg? What if something happens?"
Wen Zhi Yan pulled Fang Miao Miao into his arms: "I don't want you to go find An An tonight."
"Can you manage? You're a grown man, what are you arguing with your own son about?" Fang Miao Miao asked with a wry smile.
"I don't care."
"How childish."
"If being childish can keep you, I'm willing to be childish."
"Stop, if you say any more, I'll get goosebumps."
"In short, tonight, you are mine," Wen Zhi Yan said domineeringly. "No one can take you away."
An An, even less so.
Fang Miao Miao was speechless and finally surrendered: "Okay, I'll sleep here with you. Can you let me go now? I need to wash up."
Fang Miao Miao felt perfectly comfortable with sleeping together. After all, the first time she slept under the same roof as Wen Zhi Yan, she had crawled into his bed in her sleep.
As for Wen Zhi Yan, Fang Miao Miao trusted him completely. He was a true gentleman.
"Okay." Wen Zhi Yan then patted Fang Miao Miao's head. "Go quickly and come back soon."
When she came out of the bathroom after washing up, Wen Zhi Yan was already in bed.
Just as Fang Miao Miao was about to get her phone, there was a knock on the door.
She adjusted her bathrobe and went to open it.
"Butler Chen?" Fang Miao Miao looked at the door, at Butler Chen holding a cup of milk, and was a bit puzzled. Why was this man walking towards their room so often today?
"Madam, this is the milk that Fourth Master asked me to prepare for you. Shall I bring it in or...?"
"No, I'll take it. Thank you, Butler Chen."
"Madam, you don't need to be so polite. This is what we should do."
"It's getting late, Butler Chen. Get some rest."
"Goodnight, Madam."
Fang Miao Miao closed the door and went into the bedroom with a cup of milk in one hand, and a script and phone in the other.
"Why are you holding so many things?" Wen Zhi Yan shifted his gaze from the book in his hand to Fang Miao Miao.
"Didn't you ask Butler Chen to bring this milk up?"
"Yes," Wen Zhi Yan nodded, adding, "You could have brought the milk in first, and then gone to get the script."
"That's too much trouble," Fang Miao Miao waved her hand dismissively and lay down on the bed. "I brought everything in like this anyway."
Wen Zhi Yan looked at Fang Miao Miao's profile with a helpless yet doting expression and said, "As long as Miao Miao is happy. The milk... I thought you would be reading the script tonight, and drinking a glass of milk would be good for you."
"Thank you," Fang Miao Miao said, and opened the script in her hand.
"Miao Miao."
"Hm?" Fang Miao Miao's gaze remained fixed on the script.
"How much have you memorized?"
"I can't say I've memorized it all. The first dozen or so scenes are almost done. For the rest, I've just flipped through them to get a general impression."
"Miao Miao, when are you filming?"
"There's still some time. Perhaps after An An starts school. We haven't even shot the character photos yet," Fang Miao Miao thought for a moment, "but it's not certain. We might start filming earlier."
The post-apocalyptic script they were filming still had some fantastical elements, especially for her role as the villain who had vine abilities and more fight scenes than the female lead.
After she finished speaking, Fang Miao Miao's phone vibrated.
She opened it.
It was the WeChat group for "The Apocalypse is Coming: I am the Great Villain."
However, she noticed a certain name in the group.
Fang Miao Miao raised an eyebrow.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing, I just saw something very interesting."
"Hm?" Wen Zhi Yan put down the book in his hand and moved closer to Fang Miao Miao.
Fang Miao Miao unceremoniously snuggled into his arms and placed her phone in front of him. "Here."
"Fang Yan Huan? She's in your production team?"
Fang Miao Miao looked up at Wen Zhi Yan, a mischievous smile in her eyes. "Wen Zhi Yan, you know Fang Yan Huan quite well. You recognized her at a glance."
Wen Zhi Yan raised his hand and gently tapped Fang Miao Miao on the head. "Speak properly."
"That's what I'm saying."
Wen Wen Lan was also in the group. Wen Zhi Yan didn't notice his nephew, but he did notice his nephew's girlfriend.
Wen Zhi Yan caught Fang Miao Miao's mischievous hand on his face. "She added me on WeChat a while ago and said some ridiculous things."
"Fang Yan Huan added you on WeChat?"
"Yes," Wen Zhi Yan nodded slightly.
"Can I see your phone?"
"Of course." Wen Zhi Yan gestured grandly and handed his phone from the bedside table to Fang Miao Miao. "The password is 07011."
Fang Miao Miao's fingers paused when she heard the numbers.
If she remembered correctly, she had transmigrated into this world on July 11th.
Had Wen Zhi Yan guessed something?
Yes, Wen Zhi Yan was such a smart person. Even if he had only met the original host a few times and spoken little, with Wen Zhi Yan's intelligence, it wasn't impossible for him to notice her abnormality.
"What are you thinking about?"
Fang Miao Miao smiled and, while entering the password, asked casually, "Do these numbers have any meaning?"
"That was my birthday."
It was the day her Miao Miao came to this world and brought him life, the day he felt time.
"That was your birthday?"
"Yes."
"Then?"
"It doesn't matter, Miao Miao can make it up to me next time."
Listening to that magnetic, low voice, Fang Miao Miao's scalp tingled. What did he mean by "make it up"?
Help, it wasn't that she was overthinking. They were talking about this topic in bed, so she couldn't be blamed for having improper thoughts.
"Miao Miao, aren't you going to look?"
"I will. Definitely."
Hmm, not bad, she was pinned to the top.
But what did "life" mean?
Fang Miao Miao thought about it, but still didn't dare to ask. After all, ahem, it was late at night, and it would be bad if it led to some inappropriate topics.
Thinking of this, Fang Miao Miao decisively scrolled down.
Soon, she found Fang Yan Huan's WeChat.
She clicked on it.
Very good, as soon as she opened it, she saw someone's passive-aggressive remarks.
Something about "Brother-in-law, please don't blame sister. Sister didn't know the value of this apartment, and she didn't want too much involvement with the Wen family, so she willingly transferred the apartment to me unconditionally."
And also, "Sister used to be a bit wild, but after marriage, she will definitely settle down and be a good helper to her brother-in-law."
The more Fang Miao Miao read, the angrier she became. "Wen Zhi Yan."
"Miao Miao, what's wrong?"
"Did you believe Fang Yan Huan's words?"
"How could I?" Wen Zhi Yan shook his head without the slightest hesitation. "I wouldn't doubt the person beside me because of what an outsider said."
"Then why didn't you tell me?"
"I forgot."
"You forgot?"
Fang Miao Miao was instantly speechless. When she saw these messages, her mind had conjured up countless reasons why Wen Zhi Yan hadn't told her, but she had never expected it to be because he forgot.