Wen Yan'an, placed on the bed, mumbled and turned over, "Mommy, An'an likes you so much."
Fang Miaomiao, somewhat helplessly, covered Wen Yan'an with the quilt, "You brat, just sleep. What nonsense are you talking about in your dreams?"
"Hey, Miaomiao, you're back so early?" Zhou Jiaxin asked curiously from the doorway.
Fang Miaomiao looked at Zhou Jiaxin holding a jacket and asked in confusion, "Yes, Senior, what is this?"
"Oh, I just came back to get my jacket because it's a bit cold. Then I passed by and saw your room light was on, so I came to take a look," Zhou Jiaxin explained.
"Oh, An'an fell asleep, and I was afraid he'd get cold, so I brought him back to his room," Fang Miaomiao explained with a smile. "Didn't Director Tianming say the main content of today's filming is the evening gala?"
"Our livestream is still going on. If you're bored, you can chat with the netizens?"
"Okay, I know. Senior, you go have fun."
"Alright, Miaomiao, goodbye."
After seeing Zhou Jiaxin off, Fang Miaomiao collapsed weakly onto the bed.
Then, as if remembering something, she raised her hand and waved at the camera, "I don't know if anyone is still in the livestream room. You guys should go watch the gala. The gala is very lively. I'm so sleepy, so I'm going to sleep first. Friends, goodnight."
With that, Fang Miaomiao tidied herself up briefly, then lay down on the bed, holding the little one as she drifted off to sleep.
"Wuwuwu, I never thought I'd see Miaomiao removing her makeup and going to sleep right before my eyes one day. Is Fang Miaomiao's face real? She looks the same with or without makeup. I'm so envious."
"As a fan who has seen Miaomiao in person, Miaomiao is truly stunningly beautiful. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call her breathtakingly beautiful. I will be Miaomiao's fan for life. Her beauty, I can appreciate it forever."
"Ahhh, what should I do? I feel so envious of Fang Miaomiao's husband and An'an. These two can not only see my Miaomiao but even sleep in the same bed with her. Who's envious? I don't want to say."
"Me, me, me, I've already shed tears of envy."
"Are you guys sick? Fang Miaomiao's look is all a cunningly crafted 'barely-there' makeup. Only you fools would believe she's really this beautiful. Let me tell you the truth, I've seen Fang Miaomiao's real appearance. Her face is pockmarked, her eyes are listless, and she wouldn't dare go out without makeup."
"Who's whose fan is upstairs, babbling non-stop? Whether it's bare-faced or not, we have eyes. Unlike you, who only hides in the dark to slander others. 'If I can't have it, I'll destroy it,' they say. I think the person upstairs is just envious and jealous. Sigh, some people have no self-awareness. They can't bear to look at their own ugly faces and seek validation everywhere online."
"Exactly, exactly. You troll, say whatever you want. If I ever change my mind about Miaomiao, then you win."
"Master Wen."
"Miaomiao?"
"Yes and no." Xin Xuanlai's expression was strange.
"Just say what you have to say," Wen Zhiyan's expression became tense, thinking of something. "Did something happen to Miaomiao?"
"No, no," Xin Xuanlai quickly shook his head. "Madam is fine. It's just that there are trolls in Madam's livestream room again."
"Didn't we say all trolls were kicked out?"
Xin Xuanlai honestly replied, "Isn't Second Master in the propaganda department recently? And then, Second Master removed all the administrators from the livestream room."
"Second brother?" Wen Zhiyan's pen paused, then returned to normal. "Did he give a reason?"
"I, I called the deputy minister and vaguely asked. She said Second Master said to do as he says, and if anyone disagrees, they should go to him directly."
"Forget it. Transfer a sum of money from my personal account to find a few people who specialize in this. Give them administrator positions and have them keep an eye on the livestream room."
Xin Xuanlai said with difficulty, "Actually, we don't need to manage the livestream room matters right now."
"Hmm?"
Xin Xuanlai immediately took out his phone and stepped forward, placing it on Wen Zhiyan's desk. "Madam's reputation is quite good now. When trolls come in to curse, Madam's fans directly teach them how to behave."
Wen Zhiyan looked at the barrage of comments on the screen, a smile flashing in his eyes. "Then there's no need to make arrangements. Miaomiao is doing well like this."
Using her own strength to silence the trolls was the best way to resolve the issue.
"Right, have you found out where my second brother was before?"
"Second Master seems to have returned from Country F, but..."
Wen Zhiyan looked up.
"But our people couldn't find any trace of Second Master's life in Country F."
It was as if this person had appeared out of nowhere.
But how was this possible? In this age of advanced internet, it was easy to find someone. It wasn't like he had been living in the wilderness for the past few years. Or perhaps, Second Master's traces of life had been deliberately erased.
"Not a single trace?"
"According to the current situation, that's how it is."
Wen Zhiyan fell silent for a moment. "Thank you for your hard work. You can go now."
"Okay, Master Wen. Call me if you need anything."
After Xin Xuanlai left, Wen Zhiyan put down the file he was holding and looked out the window.
Outside the window, the sun was shining brightly.
It was the opposite of where Miaomiao was.
A moment later, his phone rang.
It was Wen Zhiyu, his second brother.
He answered the phone.
"Second Brother."
"Why are you answering so late?" A voice as warm as a spring breeze came from the other end of the phone.
"Sorry, my phone was a bit far away just now."
"Why are you going on a business trip so suddenly? You didn't even meet Second Brother."
"It's urgent here, I couldn't help it. I'll host a welcome back party for you when I return."
"You, you should be hosting a welcome back party for me then."
"Second Brother."
"Yes?"
"How do you feel at the company? If you're not used to that position, I can change it for you."
"It's fine. Don't worry. I have plenty of free time every day, and I can hear gossip. It's good."
"As long as Second Brother is happy there."
"We are brothers, why are we being so distant and formal?"
"Perhaps it's been a long time since I last saw Second Brother."
"It's okay, we'll have plenty of time to see each other later."
"That's good. Shouldn't it be night there? Why aren't you resting yet?"
"I just finished a task, and I thought it's been a while since I saw our little Yan. I suddenly wanted to call him."
"My work here should be finishing soon. When I return, we brothers will not part until we're drunk."
Loud laughter came from the other end of the phone. "Alright, then you go ahead and be busy. When you get back, we brothers will not part until we're drunk."
After hanging up the phone, Wen Zhiyan propped his weary hands on his head. His second brother was still as gentle and refined as he remembered, treating him no differently.
Wen Zhiyan, Wen Zhiyan, have you lost your mind? You actually suspect your second brother.