Fang Miaomiao, naturally, was unaware that someone was trying to stir up trouble for her.
She was busy scrolling through Weibo.
The good news was that she had far more fans than antis.
The bad news was that she had been kicked out of her fan group by her own fans.
The reason for all this was simply that she had voiced her confusion: why were her fans named "Miaomiao"? Was this fan name really a good choice?
The next second, she was kicked out of the fan group.
Honestly, someone as rough-and-tumble as her couldn't possibly have a cute name like "Miaomiao." It didn't suit her image at all.
"Tsk, no human rights, absolutely no human rights."
Fang Miaomiao shook her head. Just as she was about to log off Weibo, she saw a trending topic marked with "Explosive" and connected to her.
Clicking on it, she saw.
It was the official Weibo account for "Rebirth: I Am the Great Villain."
The first post from the Weibo account tagged her, welcoming her to the villain camp.
Well, that meant Weibo would be lively for the next few days.
She habitually scrolled through the comments.
The first one.
@EatingMelonNoBelief: Damn, Chen Tianming finally bowed to capital? Not only letting Fang Miaomiao act, but letting her play a villain? Director, are you that desperate for money?
@MiaomiaoIsMyDestiny: Cough, cough, is my Miaomiao really going to act? When I clicked on the main page of the tagged protagonist, my eyes actually welled up. My, my, my Miaomiao is actually going to act? Miaomiao, keep going, you must give your fans and the director some pride, and show these people that you, Fang Miaomiao, are capable too.
Clicking through, some were worried, some were overjoyed.
And more were filled with insults.
Fang Miaomiao shook her head. In the end, she still reposted the Weibo, adding the text #ChenYaoIsHere#.
After posting, she decisively logged out of Weibo.
It was a joke. She wasn't stupid. Once she posted on Weibo, countless people online would undoubtedly message her.
Thinking this, Fang Miaomiao rubbed her forehead: This is giving me a headache. It seems I need to quickly decide whether to set up my own studio or join a management company directly.
"Mom, what are you thinking about? You look so worried."
"Your mom is currently contemplating something important."
"What important matter?"
Fang Miaomiao briefly explained her current predicament.
"So, Mom is struggling between setting up a studio or joining a company for convenience?"
"Mm."
"Mm..." Wen Yan'an thought seriously for a moment before saying, "I think Mom could choose to set up a studio. It might be troublesome at first, but later, if Mom becomes popular, she can sign artists and just sit back as a boss."
"Good thinking."
As expected of a capitalist's son. While she was still pondering whether to join a company or set up a studio, he was already thinking about becoming a boss, signing artists, and reaching the pinnacle.
Wen Yan'an chuckled.
"But, my eldest son, have you ever considered the possibility that your mom might not have the ability to run a studio?"
"Find someone to manage it. You don't have to be responsible for the studio."
"No money."
Wen Yan'an's eyes lit up: "Mom, you can ask me, or ask Dad."
"You?"
"Mm." Wen Yan'an nodded vigorously, his eyes shining brightly. "Mom, I have a lot of money, I can give it all to you."
"You have a lot of money?"
"Mm-hmm."
"How much?"
"I don't know." Wen Yan'an shook his head, drooping his shoulders dejectedly. "Dad put all my money in a card. He said he'll give me the card when I start middle school."
"Is that so?" Fang Miaomiao shook her head with a serious expression. "No, how can I use your money?"
She was an adult; it would be embarrassing to use a child's New Year's money.
"Mom, you can use Dad's. They say on TV that Dad's money is for Mom to use, so Mom can ask Dad for money."
"This, isn't it a bit inappropriate?"
Using Wen Zhiyan's money felt even worse than borrowing Wen Yan'an's.
"It's okay."
Wen Yan'an was eager to say more when he saw the butler walking towards them.
"Grandpa Chen, what is it?"
"Young master, your swimming coach has arrived. You can go learn to swim now," Butler Chen said respectfully. "As per Fourth Master's instructions, we've also placed a treadmill next to the swimming pool so Madam can exercise while watching the young master practice swimming."
"Mom?" Wen Yan'an looked up at Fang Miaomiao.
"Let's go."
The swimming pool was very large.
The coach, well... he was quite sunny and handsome.
She didn't know if she was being too narcissistic, but she felt that the coach's gaze lingered on her from time to time.
"Hello Madam, my name is Liu Yan, and I'm the young master's swimming coach. If you don't mind, you can call me Xiao Liu."
"Alright, teach him slowly, don't rush. As long as An'an can learn it."
Liu Yan smiled knowingly. "Madam, please rest assured, I will teach the young master slowly and carefully."
"Mm."
Fang Miaomiao nodded, glanced at the treadmill, and then decisively sat down on a recliner by the pool, watching Liu Yan teach Wen Yan'an swimming techniques.
Before long, Liu Yan dived into the water with a very stylish pose, then pushed his wet hair back, his gaze occasionally flicking towards Fang Miaomiao.
Fang Miaomiao: "..."
That feeling earlier wasn't an illusion. This Liu Yan's intentions seemed rather questionable.
But how could this be? Wasn't this coach hired by Yu Garden?
Could it be the work of Wen Zhiyan's mother, Old Madam Ran?
Thinking this, Fang Miaomiao quickly shook her head: That shouldn't be it. Wen Zhiyan was Old Madam Ran's son, after all. Even if Old Madam Ran disliked Wen Zhiyan, she wouldn't actively find someone to cuckold Wen Zhiyan, would she?
An illusion, it must be an illusion.
Fang Miaomiao, you're definitely overthinking it.
As she hypnotized herself, she picked up her phone and scrolled through it.
. : Good morning, Miaomiao.
JustWantToBeAFish: You're awake?
. : Mm.
Fang Miaomiao initially wanted to mention the coach's odd behavior, but then she remembered that Wen Zhiyan must be very busy lately, and she didn't have concrete evidence.
If she said something now, it would be a serious accusation against the coach, and more importantly, it would alert him.
In that case, she might as well play along.
After convincing herself, she changed her thoughts to caring words like asking Wen Zhiyan to eat breakfast well.
. : Okay, if all goes as expected, we'll be back tomorrow.
After a few more simple exchanges, Fang Miaomiao reluctantly put down her phone.
"Madam, some fruit."
"When did you get up?" Fang Miaomiao frowned, looking at the maid standing beside her. "Why didn't I hear any sound?"
"Replying to Madam, I came up to deliver fruit," the maid said nervously, placing the fruit plate on a small table. "I apologize for startling you, I apologize."
Fang Miaomiao waved her hand: "You go about your business, you don't need to attend to me here."