A hot pot meal, the three of them ate heartily.
After placing the bowls in the dishwasher, Fang Miaomiao's phone rang.
"Mom, your call."
"An'an, please answer it for me."
Wen Yan'an picked up the phone.
"Fang Miaomiao."
Chen Tianming's displeased voice came from the other end of the line.
"Uncle Tianming."
Hearing the familiar childish voice on the other end, Chen Tianming was stunned, and his tone softened involuntarily: "An'an, why are you answering the phone? Where's your mom?"
"Mom is cleaning the kitchen."
"I see. I was wondering why your mom wasn't replying in the group chat."
"Uncle Tianming, did something happen? I can tell Mom."
"Oh, it's nothing. It's just that we're filming costume photos tomorrow, and I notified everyone in the group. Since I didn't see your mom reply, I called to ask."
"Okay, Uncle Tianming, I'll tell Mom later."
"You're such a good child. Uncle Tianming has things to do, so I'll be going now. Remember, tell your mom to check her phone when she's done, okay?"
"Okay, Uncle Tianming."
The moment the call ended, Fang Miaomiao came out of the kitchen.
"Mom, Uncle Tianming said you're filming costume photos tomorrow."
"Tomorrow?" Fang Miaomiao took her phone and opened WeChat, seeing the announcement in the group.
Costume photos tomorrow, and in five days, there would be a reading session in S City, followed by joining the crew for training.
"Miaomiao is joining the crew?"
"Yes, costume photos tomorrow, joining the crew in five days, but the actual filming might be a while away."
"Where?"
"They didn't say, but the costume photos are in S City, so I'll likely be in S City during that time."
"Mom, can I go with you?" Wen Yan'an immediately hugged Fang Miaomiao and asked, "I won't be a bother to you, okay?"
"Wen Yan'an, don't forget, you're a student who needs to prepare for school."
Wen Yan'an glared unhappily at Wen Zhiyan. He had thought his dad was good before dinner, but now it seemed his dad was terrible, a bad dad.
"An'an, you can't. You have to listen to your dad. Do you remember what Mom told you before?"
"To study hard. While studying isn't the only path, it allows us to broaden our horizons and find a path that we like and suits us."
"An'an is such a good boy."
"Then, on my first day of school, can Mom pick me up?"
An'an knew that Mom would be very busy from now on and wouldn't be able to take him to school, but he wanted to see his mom on his first day of school.
Fang Miaomiao was silent for a moment, then stretched out her finger to Wen Yan'an: "Mom promises our An'an that I will definitely pick you up from school that day, okay?"
"Then, it's a deal?"
"Yes, it's a deal. Mom will definitely pick An'an up that day."
"Thank you, Mom."
"You're welcome."
The day passed quickly.
After taking a shower, Fang Miaomiao lay on the bed, exhausted.
"Tired?"
Fang Miaomiao raised her hand: "So tired, exercising is too torturous."
"Miaomiao, your flight is tomorrow morning. Can you wake up?"
"I have to wake up even if I can't." Fang Miaomiao flipped over, staring at the ceiling, her mind filled with the image of Chen Tianming with a thunderous expression, and she chuckled, "If I'm late tomorrow, Director Chen will definitely be waiting at the door with a clipboard."
"You," Wen Zhiyan shook his head.
"Sleep early, wake up early. You start work tomorrow."
Wen Zhiyan placed the book in his hand on the nightstand: "Zeng Nian will go with you tomorrow."
"Sister Nian? Won't she stay to handle that person's contract termination?"
"Zeng Nian isn't a lawyer, what is she staying for? Besides, this is your first drama with Director Chen, you must take it seriously. As your agent, she has to go, along with the assistant, makeup artist, and so on."
"Stop, I agree to the agent and assistant going, but what's with the makeup artist?"
"I'm worried about people on the internet saying the actor's styling is bad, so the makeup artist will help you with your styling." Wen Zhiyan blinked, a look of confusion in his eyes, "Did I say something wrong?"
"Styling is the crew's responsibility. What the actor needs to do is obey the crew, understand?"
"Is that so?"
"Of course." Fang Miaomiao nodded, "Alright, don't worry about my matters in the crew. Just bring the agent and assistant. Trust me."
"Okay."
Wen Zhiyan pulled Fang Miaomiao into his embrace: "It's getting late, Miaomiao, get some rest."
"Goodnight."
......
Wen Yan'an's eyes were red, but he stubbornly refused to let his tears fall. He clutched Fang Miaomiao's clothes: "Mom, can I take you to the airport?"
"You're taking me to the airport? Then what about your dad?"
"Dad." Wen Yan'an choked out a look at Wen Zhiyan, then decisively put him out of his mind. "Dad can stay home by himself, or go to work. Can I take Mom to the airport?"
"This..." Fang Miaomiao looked at Wen Yan'an's sobbing face and couldn't bring herself to refuse.
"Be good, we'll all go see Mom off together."
"Then will you be on time for work?"
"What are you afraid of?" Wen Zhiyan smiled faintly, "I'm the boss."
The boss is sending off the boss's wife, what's wrong with being a little late? Can the company not run without him?
"Mom, Dad already agreed."
"Alright, alright."
On the way to the airport.
Wen Yan'an stayed nestled in Fang Miaomiao's arms, making Wen Zhiyan envious and jealous, but he couldn't argue.
"Mom, will I not see you for a long time after this?"
"Be good, then Mom will call An'an every night, okay?" Fang Miaomiao thought for a moment and added, "But if I finish work late, Mom won't disturb An'an's sleep."
"It's okay, Mom. An'an likes it when Mom disturbs me."
"What? Do you plan to be this tall forever?"
Hearing this, Wen Yan'an looked unhappily at Wen Zhiyan.
"I'm just stating the facts." Wen Zhiyan's tone was calm, "Staying up late not only stunts your growth but also makes you ugly and bald. Or, are you planning to be bald?"
"Mom." Wen Yan'an buried his head in Fang Miaomiao's arms, wronged.
Fang Miaomiao rubbed her nose: "Actually, An'an, sometimes your dad has a point."
"Hmph, hmph."
"Be good, you'll see each other later, right? An'an is a little man, he can definitely overcome this."
"Yes, if Mom says I can, then I can." Wen Yan'an said, his eyes tearing up.
Fang Miaomiao: "..."
That pitiable look, it was truly heartbreaking, such a little pity.
Even after watching Fang Miaomiao enter the airport, Wen Yan'an still gazed longingly at the figure that had long since disappeared.
This scene happened to be captured by a photography student who found it interesting and posted it online.
Suddenly, the photographer's pictures topped the hot search.