Chapter 247 Two Father and Son Fighting Over Affection

The two wrestled on the bed, ending only when Wen Zhiyan came in to call them.

"Wen Yan'an, you climbed into my wife's bed again."

Wen Yan'an glanced at Wen Zhiyan, then his gaze drifted towards the bathroom. "Dad, she's your wife, but she's also my mother. You can't monopolize her all to yourself."

Wen Zhiyan almost laughed out loud at the brazen words. "Little friend Wen Yan'an, who exactly is monopolizing Miao Miao?"

They were filming a reality show together, leaving him alone to endure lovesickness while watching the screen. And this boy? He was by Miao Miao's side all day and slept with her at night.

Wen Yan'an spent more time sleeping in the same bed as Miao Miao than he did.

He hadn't gotten so angry that he'd directly withdrawn his investment.

"You are monopolizing her now," Wen Yan'an said with a serious expression. "As for sleeping with Mom before, that's all in the past. There's no use bringing up the past, Dad."

"You, quibbling."

Wen Yan'an snorted a few times. "I'm just stating the facts."

"Fine, you're using your young age as an excuse."

"Can't help it, Dad, this is An'an's natural advantage." Wen Yan'an's big eyes were full of pride.

"What are you two talking about?"

Fang Miaomiao came out after washing up and sensed something was off with the two on the sofa.

"Nothing, I was telling the child some jokes."

"Really?" Fang Miaomiao looked at Wen Yan'an suspiciously.

Wen Yan'an nodded slightly. "Yes, Mom."

"Let's go down, time for breakfast, I'm hungry."

"Okay, Mom." Wen Yan'an put down the book in his hand and walked behind Wen Zhiyan. "Mom, I can push you."

"An'an, you've grown up, that's great."

Wen Zhiyan: ...

He had never realized before that Wen Yan'an could be so two-faced, playing these little mind games.

They went downstairs.

Wen Renhe had just come in from doing Tai Chi in the front yard. "Awake?"

"Dad." Fang Miaomiao called out listlessly. "Good morning."

"Go have breakfast."

"Okay, Dad."

"Zhiyan, come with me."

"Dad, you can ask at the dining table."

Wen Renhe glared at him, but still followed him to the dining room.

"Have you finished reading the documents I gave you?"

"Mm." Wen Zhiyan handed a cup of soy milk to Fang Miaomiao. "Dad, I'm sorry, I can't agree."

"Why?" Wen Renhe asked, confused.

"The entertainment industry is quite saturated now. It's unrealistic for my third brother to try to enter it, let alone poach people from other entertainment companies. You know how astronomical artists' breach of contract fees are. How much money does third brother have to compensate?"

Wen Renhe frowned. "I didn't say he had to start his own company, just that he could have it registered under the group."

"Do you think that's possible?" Wen Zhiyan looked up at Wen Renhe. "If third brother wants to break into the entertainment industry, he could go work at Wen Wenlan's studio."

"Nonsense, how can he go work in a studio?"

"Then there's no room for negotiation. Either he continues to invest in projects with money, or he comes back to the group to work properly, or he goes to Wen Wenlan's studio."

Wen Renhe looked at Wen Zhiyan's unyielding attitude and for a moment doubted whether training him to be ruthless and heartless all along had been a good thing.

"Second brother is doing well in the publicity department, isn't he? If second brother really likes it, he can have my position."

"Nonsense, with his work capability, he wouldn't last a year." Wen Renhe's voice trailed off as he met Wen Zhiyan's calm gaze, feeling his old face flush.

Yes, they knew the capabilities of the Zhi family. The Zhi family couldn't support a whole group.

"Second brother is doing quite well now."

He was receiving dividends and investing in TV drama projects, which earned him quite a bit. Even if it lost money, the dividends would cover it.

"Zhiyan, oh Zhiyan."

"Father." Wen Zhiyan's tone grew heavier. "If second brother has any ideas, he can come directly to me."

No need to let Mother say it, or for Father to come around again.

This way, it was rather pointless.

"Zhiyan, you and the Zhi family are brothers."

"Brothers, but business is business."

Wen Renhe: ...

He should have taught Wen Zhiyan about family honor and brotherhood back then.

"Forget it, forget it. This is a matter for you youngsters. I won't interfere."

"Okay."

Upon hearing this, Wen Renhe stood up from his seat in anger and left the dining room without even saying goodbye to Wen Yan'an.

"An'an, are you full?"

"I'm full, Mom. Let's go home, Dad."

Back to the home where it was just the three of them, without any arguments.

"Okay." Wen Zhiyan nodded. "Uncle Da Chen is on his way, we'll go home in a bit."

"Mm-hmm, Dad, don't be sad. You have me and Mom."

"Not sad."

Those people weren't worth his sadness.

By the time they left Yu Garden, Old Master Wen hadn't come out, nor had he sent anyone to see them off.

Fang Miaomiao shook her head helplessly. Family feuds in the wealthy class, it was hard to say.

"Master Wen."

"Go to Mingshan, Building 17."

"Yes, Master Wen."

"Mingshan?"

"Mm, it's very close to An'an's kindergarten."

"Inside?"

Wen Zhiyan nodded. "Don't worry, it's very safe inside."

Fang Miaomiao breathed a sigh of relief. "That's good, that's good."

Ever since she found out there were cameras in the house, she felt like she was living under someone's surveillance every day.

"How about we have hot pot for lunch?"

"Isn't Miao Miao on a diet?"

Fang Miaomiao glared at him. "Wen Zhiyan, don't bring up sore subjects."

Wen Zhiyan smiled indulgently. "Okay, let's indulge this once, and then we'll start exercising. I've even designated a room at home for equipment. You can train in the evening. I've also got you a gym membership card, just outside Mingshan. You can rest assured about privacy; that gym has excellent protection in that regard."

"Wen Zhiyan, you're so good."

Wen Yan'an, sitting in the middle, quietly leaned back, giving the couple space to embrace.

"Wen Zhiyan, why are you so good?"

"Isn't it natural for me to be good to you?"

"I'm so touched!" Fang Miaomiao hugged Wen Zhiyan, saying excitedly, "To thank my Wen Zhiyan, I've decided to eat a little more for lunch today."

"Good, Miao Miao, eat more."

"Are you two perhaps forgetting there's someone in the middle?"

Seeing them hugging and reluctant to let go, Wen Yan'an felt for the first time that sitting in the middle might have been the wrong decision. He felt like he was the Queen Mother of the West, separating the Seven Fairies from their beloved Dong Yong.

"You're still here."

Wen Yan'an's face fell. "Are you going to ask Uncle Da Chen to stop the car and let me out?"

"Don't listen to your dad." Fang Miaomiao released Wen Zhiyan and immediately hugged Wen Yan'an. "My most beloved is our An'an."

"Really?"

"Of course!" Fang Miaomiao nodded and said, "An'an is well-behaved, obedient, and smart too. Mom loves An'an the most."

"I love Mom the most too." Wen Yan'an turned his head and gave Wen Zhiyan a smug look.