"Not listening to Mom makes you a bad child," Wen Yan'an said, not stopping his peeling. "Does Mom want An'an to be a bad child?"
"No, how could that be?" Fang Miaomiao blurted out. "How could An'an possibly be a bad child?"
"Then why doesn't Mom want An'an to be obedient?"
Fang Miaomiao felt a bit flustered. "That, I didn't mean that, I just..."
Damn, why did she suddenly get tongue-tied?
"It's okay, An'an likes Mom, An'an is willing to listen to Mom," Wen Yan'an added with a smile. "Dad also likes to listen to Mom."
"Cough cough."
Fang Miaomiao almost choked. Why did this kid suddenly shift from talking about himself to Wen Zhiyan?
[Damn, I'm watching a parent-child reality show and getting force-fed dog food. What's going on? And I have a feeling Miaomiao just fell into An'an's trap.]
[The above is right, An'an was intentional just now, mm is such an idiot for not noticing and thinking she actually said something wrong. But I'm now even more sure that mm has a very good relationship with An'an and her husband. This way, no one can say our mm is singing a solo act anymore.]
[Ten thousand blood letters, begging Director Chen Tianming to make a couple's show, or a family show! I'm really curious about what Fang Miaomiao's husband is like, to have raised such a seemingly innocent but inwardly cunning child like An'an, who also loves his mom.] Kuaishu Pavilion
[There's a saying, "teach by example," right? An'an likes Fang Miaomiao so much, his dad must have played a very good role. My husband dotes on me, and my child follows suit, putting me first in everything. Many people say my son will turn into a mama's boy when he grows up.]
[Are you guys sick? Fang Miaomiao's husband is a sickly person, a disabled person. If Wen Yan'an doesn't try to please Fang Miaomiao now, and his dad dies, won't Fang Miaomiao kick Wen Yan'an out? I think Wen Yan'an is very smart, realizing this at such a young age.]
[The person above?? Are you really speaking from your mouth? If I didn't know better, I'd think you used the wrong organ. What disgusting stuff is in your brain? You feel uncomfortable if you don't spew out your garbage and disgust people all day, right?]
Not knowing what to say, Fang Miaomiao directly put a grape into Wen Yan'an's mouth. "Eat your grapes, eat your grapes, don't talk about your dad, understand?"
Wen Yan'an smiled and tilted his head. "Is it because when I mention him, Mom will miss Dad?"
After speaking, he stood up like a little adult and gave Fang Miaomiao a hug. "It's okay, when we finish filming, we can go home and see Dad."
Fang Miaomiao: "........."
Help, Wen Yan'an is acting really strange today. Why bring up such an awkward topic? And if he had to bring it up, why drag Wen Zhiyan into it? She swore she wasn't thinking about Wen Zhiyan at all.
Could she go discuss with the director that as soon as this segment was over, she'd immediately join another crew?
Alas, it's not her fault she was panicking.
She had lived for 35 years in her previous life and had acted in many romantic scenes, but she was still an unmarried woman. To have this sprung on her so suddenly, talking about missing Wen Zhiyan, made her sound like she couldn't bear to be apart from him. Did she even care about her reputation anymore!
"Classmate Wen Yan'an, you're not sleeping with me tonight."
The smile on Wen Yan'an's face froze. Before he could speak, Fang Miaomiao raised her fist. "If you dare say another word, I, your mom, will beat you in front of the livestream audience. Believe it or not?"
Wen Yan'an immediately nodded, indicating he wouldn't speak further.
Only then did Fang Miaomiao nod with satisfaction. "Go play by yourself. Your mom is going to play something else."
With that, Fang Miaomiao stood up to leave. Before she left, she didn't forget to take the grapes Wen Yan'an had just washed.
Chen Tianming looked at Fang Miaomiao sitting beside him and said grumpily, "I say, you're at work now. Can you show some respect for your profession?"
"I am at work," Fang Miaomiao said, popping a grape into her mouth.
"You're shameless. Aren't you afraid of being criticized by netizens for what you just did?"
"It would be abnormal if I wasn't criticized," Fang Miaomiao replied righteously, her eyes never leaving the little figure on the screen.
"Tsk tsk tsk, I never realized you were so shameless before."
Fang Miaomiao paused her grape-eating hand and said with a smile, "Maybe I was too concerned about appearances before, too focused on what others thought. Now I realize there's no need. I'm not living for them."
"You see clearly," Chen Tianming took a grape from her small basket. "If you leave like this, aren't you afraid An'an will be unhappy?"
"No, Wen Yan'an wouldn't be that petty. He's my son, I know him best."
Chen Tianming looked at her triumphant expression and was momentarily speechless. "How's the script memorization going?"
This question instantly made Fang Miaomiao feel like the grapes in her mouth had lost their flavor. "I'm at work right now, is it really appropriate to ask about something else?"
Chen Tianming sneered. "With you acting like this, is this considered work? I'm telling you, if you act this carelessly during filming, I'll have netizens curse you to death."
"Then I'll tell Wen Zhiyan not to invest in you."
Chen Tianming: "........."
This woman was truly his little tormentor.
"You, go to work, or I won't pay you your appearance fee for this episode."
"Hmph hmph, you have money, you're the boss. Fine."
After speaking, Fang Miaomiao didn't forget to take the grapes Chen Tianming had just grabbed.
Chen Tianming: I must have owed this little tormentor something in my past life.
Back at the grape manor.
The little guy was surrounded by staff.
"An'an is so good to his mom."
"I agree. I'd be content if my son could be this good to me someday."
Fang Miaomiao, who had been listening for a while, started to feel that something was wrong. The way they were talking made it sound like she was unappreciative.
"Ahem."
The staff members startled and looked towards the source of the sound.
"Miss Fang."
"Miss Fang."
Fang Miaomiao paused for a moment, looking at their flustered expressions, then smiled and waved. "Hello there. What were you all talking about around my precious son?"
"We were praising An'an for being so cute, and saying how lucky Miss Fang is to have such an obedient and well-behaved child."
Fang Miaomiao nodded. "Yes, it can't be helped. He's my son, after all. Naturally, he has to be well-behaved and obedient."
"Mom."
Fang Miaomiao beckoned. "Come here. What were you doing just now?"
"Washing grapes for Mom."
"What a good child. But what if Mom can't finish all these grapes?"
"We can give them to the staff uncles."
Fang Miaomiao gave the staff a look that was half-smile, half-not, then took Wen Yan'an's hand. "So smart. Let's go."