Fang Miaomiao was silent for a long time before finding her voice: "Who taught you this?"
Wen Zhiyan, of course, couldn't tell Fang Miaomiao that he had gone online to find resources and take notes on how to date, so he quickly pushed the blame onto Xin Xuan: "Xin Xuan said it. He said girls are little fairies and are never wrong; if there's a problem, it's the man's fault."
"Do you think that's right?"
Wen Zhiyan thought for a while before saying meticulously: "For anyone else, it would be logical. But if it's you, then it's my fault."
Fang Miaomiao stared at Wen Zhiyan blankly, let out a few chuckles, and finally laughed so hard that she couldn't help but lie down on the sofa and roll around.
How could this person say something so cheesy yet also a little flirtatious with such a straight face?
"Be careful, don't fall off," Wen Zhiyan pushed the wheelchair closer to Fang Miaomiao. "Even with the carpet, it will still hurt if you fall."
"No, no," Fang Miaomiao raised her hand to wipe the corners of her eyes. "I'm crying with laughter."
"Miaomiao," Wen Zhiyan said helplessly, shielding Fang Miaomiao.
"Okay, okay, I'm not kidding anymore. Hurry up and change your clothes, we need to go down."
If they didn't go down soon, it would leave a bad impression on old Madam Ran again.
"Okay."
The two went downstairs.
In the living room.
Old Madam Ran was so amused by Wen Zhi Jia next to her that her mouth couldn't close.
Only when she saw Wen Zhiyan and Fang Miaomiao behind him did the smile on her face instantly fade: "I've been back for so long, and I haven't seen certain people come down to greet me."
"Mom, it was me who asked Miaomiao to wait for me upstairs."
Wen Yan'an's eyes lit up when he saw Fang Miaomiao, and just as he was about to run over, he heard his grandmother's cold snort. If he went over now, his mother would definitely be scolded even more severely by his grandmother. "Grandma."
Seeing her good grandson call her, Ran Lian's displeasure faded considerably. "Alright, sit down. Dinner will be served soon."
"Dinner sounds good," Wen Zhi Jia said with a smile. "Mom, you don't know how much I've been craving the food at Imperial Garden."
"You, you say you miss it, but you haven't even come to Imperial Garden to see us."
"I've been busy lately," Wen Zhi Jia said, taking Ran Lian's arm. "After I finish my work, I'll come here to eat with you every night."
"You," Ran Lian shook her head dotingly, "then you'll eat me out of house and home at Imperial Garden?"
"Not at all, isn't there fourth brother? With fourth brother holding down the fort, there's no reason for our family's group to collapse."
"Hmph," Ran Lian snorted, but she knew Wen Zhi Jia was right. "That's his only skill. I won't say anything else, especially when it comes to judging people."
Xie Wanqing was such a good girl, and Wen Zhiyan insisted on marrying Fang Miaomiao. She didn't know what he had in his head.
Fang Miaomiao: "..."
This sounded like it was subtly criticizing her.
Just as she was about to speak, a voice came from behind her.
"What are all of you doing sitting in the living room?"
The newcomer was Wen Renhe, and standing beside him was a middle-aged man who bore a slight resemblance to Wen Renhe. A pair of gold-rimmed glasses made him look refined, and paired with a decent casual suit, he looked like a university professor with great erudition.
"Hello, fourth sister-in-law. I'm Wen Zhiyu, Zhiyan's second brother." Wen Zhiyu adjusted his glasses and smiled at Fang Miaomiao. "I'm very sorry, I wasn't here when you and fourth brother got married last time."
"It's alright, it's alright," Fang Miaomiao collected herself and shook her head. "Hello, second brother. It's a pleasure to meet you."
"Second brother."
"Second brother, after a few years, you seem to have gotten even more handsome," Wen Zhi Jia said with a smile.
Wen Zhiyu looked at Wen Zhi Jia's belly and was silent for a moment before saying, "You'll look like this if you exercise more."
The smile on Wen Zhi Jia's face stiffened, and then he waved his hand. "That won't do, won't do. I can't let this hard-earned flesh leave my body."
"Let's eat."
They were seated in the dining room.
Wen Zhi Jia watched Wen Zhiyan serve Fang Miaomiao food and teased, "It's only been a short while since we last met, and it seems the relationship between fourth brother and sister-in-law has progressed further."
Wen Wenlan subconsciously looked over, and his brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.
"Third brother, why isn't third sister-in-law here?"
Wen Zhi Jia rolled his eyes. How could this person bring up such a sensitive topic? A month ago, his wife had offended his mother and was forbidden from appearing at Imperial Garden for the rest of the year.
Wen Wenlan smiled apologetically at Wen Zhiyan, then scooped a large piece of fish into Wen Zhi Jia's bowl. "Dad, eat more fish."
The meal fell into silence after Wen Wenlan started picking fish for Wen Zhi Jia. Everyone silently ate their food.
After the meal.
Everyone gathered around in the living room.
"It's been a long time since the house has had so many people," Ran Lian sighed, her gaze falling on Wen Zhiyu. "Zhiyu, you're not leaving this time, are you?"
Wen Zhiyu nodded. "Mom, I'm not leaving this time. Fourth brother has also arranged a job for me at the company, and I quite like it."
"What is it?"
"Public relations department."
"Public relations department?" Ran Lian's eyes showed displeasure. "Isn't the public relations department involved in entertainment? Wen Zhiyan, what kind of arrangement is this?"
"Mom, this has nothing to do with fourth brother," Wen Zhiyu said with a smile. "The atmosphere in the public relations department is very good, and it's relaxed. I quite like it."
"This..."
"If Zhiyu likes it, then it's fine," Wen Renhe settled the matter with a decisive tone. "Zhiyu's work in the public relations department is decided."
"Well, alright then." Ran Lian suppressed her dissatisfaction and continued, "Has Miaomiao's reality show ended?"
Fang Miaomiao: Well, what was coming had to come. Fortunately, she had persuaded Grandpa Wen.
"You don't need to worry about Miaomiao's matters either."
Ran Lian looked at Wen Renhe. Was something wrong with him today, picking a fight with her?
"I'll talk to you about this later."
Ran Lian couldn't possibly disrespect Wen Renhe, so she changed the subject. "Zhi Jia, you said earlier that you were busy with something. What were you busy with?"
"I've been looking at a few projects recently, and I think they're quite good," Wen Zhi Jia said, not hiding anything. "Mom, once the projects I'm working on make money, I'll buy you lots of things."
"You, just take care of yourself first."
"How can that be?" Wen Zhi Jia said with displeasure. "If I make money, I naturally have to show filial piety to you and Dad."
"Good, good, good," Ran Lian smiled so broadly she couldn't close her mouth.
Although Wen Renhe didn't say anything, the tenderness in his eyes betrayed him.
Fang Miaomiao: As expected, the squeaky wheel gets the grease. Wen Zhiyan, who can't even utter a few words in half a day, forget about getting any treats, he's lucky if he doesn't get hit.
Thinking of this, Fang Miaomiao couldn't help but place her hand on Wen Zhiyan's and mouthed to him: Don't be afraid, I'm with you.