"Could it be that the crew back then thought I was just having a spat with the Fang family?"
Cui Mantong stared, dumbfounded. "How is that possible? Everyone in the entertainment industry is sharp. Anyway, I always feel there's something fishy here."
"Is that so?" Fang Miaomiao scratched her head, earnestly thinking about the novel plots she had read.
From beginning to end, Fei Qingqing and Fang Yan Huan's interactions were limited to her joining the studio. If one were to speak of interactions, Fei Qingqing had more with the original host.
In the original host's memory, she had listened to someone's instigation, saying that Fei Qingqing privately claimed the original host was inferior to Fang Yan Huan, calling her a fake daughter and boasting in the crew, bullying staff.
The original host, unable to bear it, slapped Fei Qingqing in front of the crew. Then, the crew inexplicably fired Fei Qingqing.
When the original host learned that Fei Qingqing needed the money to save her mother's life, she transferred all the money she had to Fei Qingqing's mother's hospital account for her medical expenses.
However, judging by the current situation, the original host probably hadn't told Fei Qingqing about it. Otherwise, Fei Qingqing wouldn't look at her with that indescribable gaze from time to time.
"Really, Miaomiao, I think you need to investigate this matter," Cui Mantong continued. "After this film is released, someone online will definitely bring up your relationship with Fei Qingqing again. If you can't explain it clearly, you'll definitely be slandered again."
She never believed Fang Yan Huan was a good person. If Fang Yan Huan were good, then there would be no bad people in the world. She didn't know what these people were thinking, to fall for a two-faced, white lotus like Fang Yan Huan.
"You seem to dislike Fang Yan Huan a lot."
"Only noticed now?" Cui Mantong rolled her eyes.
"Ah."
Honestly, it was her fault. She had been thinking of slacking off and leaving the entertainment industry, so she hadn't paid much attention to entertainment news, especially from the past.
The only entertainment knowledge she had was from the original host's memories.
"In short, let your husband investigate. It's good to be cautious about such matters."
"Thank you, my Mantong." Fang Miaomiao gave Cui Mantong a big hug.
"You're welcome." Cui Mantong waved casually. "Sleep early, baby. We have to go to work tomorrow."
"Okay."
Back in her room, after a video call with Wen Yan'an for over ten minutes, Fang Miaomiao went online to check the matter between the original host and Fei Qingqing.
Hmm... it was similar to what was in the original host's memory.
However, what was interesting was that the TV series that the original host and Fei Qingqing were filming had not been completed due to various reasons, let alone released.
Could it really be as Mantong said, that there was something fishy?
Thinking this, Fang Miaomiao was in distress and decided to approach Wen Zhiyan.
"What's wrong?"
"Can I ask you to help me investigate something?" Fang Miaomiao asked.
There was no other way; she didn't have many people around her now, and the only one she could rely on was Wen Zhiyan.
Wen Zhiyan put down the book he was holding and met Fang Miaomiao's gaze on the video call. "Miaomiao, tell me."
Fang Miaomiao briefly recounted the matter between herself and Fei Qingqing.
Wen Zhiyan paused for a moment. "You said the final drama was not released?"
"Mm," Fang Miaomiao nodded obediently. "And I checked that director. He only filmed that one drama and then disappeared from the entertainment industry."
"Alright, don't worry. Leave this to me."
"Thank you."
"As I said, we don't need to say thank you between us." Wen Zhiyan looked at the small face in the video. "How was your day? Did Chen Tianming give you any trouble?"
"No, no. My lines and my understanding of the character are very good."
Chen Tianming couldn't find any fault; this was her confidence in her acting skills.
"Miaomiao is so amazing."
"How can I be as amazing as you? You are the most amazing."
"Specialization makes perfect."
Listening to that magnetic voice, Fang Miaomiao's old face blushed, and she buried her head in the pillow.
"What time do you start work tomorrow, Miaomiao?"
"Gathering at Hengdian at nine tomorrow for training and such."
"Take care of yourself."
"Don't worry." Fang Miaomiao nodded. "And, how is your leg?"
"Recovering well." Wen Zhiyan thought for a moment, a smile curving his lips. "Maybe when you get back, I can give you a surprise."
Fang Miaomiao's eyes also lit up. "Then I'll be waiting for your surprise."
"Okay, let's work hard together."
"Mm-hmm."
After hanging up the call.
Fang Miaomiao happily drifted off to sleep.
A black mist filled her dream.
Fang Miaomiao's happy mood before falling asleep vanished instantly. "Come out, are you done yet?"
However, she didn't see the original host appear.
"Original host, is that you?"
It was very quiet around her, so quiet that Fang Miaomiao felt like she could hear her own breathing.
"Come out. If you don't come out, I'm leaving. Anyway, this is a dream. I'm not afraid of you." Fang Miaomiao cautiously moved forward.
Suddenly, a beam of light appeared in front.
Fang Miaomiao told herself not to go forward, but her body moved uncontrollably.
As she got closer to the beam of light, she could finally see the scene inside clearly.
Inside lay a child, about eight years old.
Upon closer inspection, the child, about eight years old, bore some resemblance to Wen Yan'an.
"An'an?" Fang Miaomiao tiptoed closer.
Wen Yan'an, lying on the ground, suddenly opened his eyes and shouted at Fang Miaomiao, "Mom."
Fang Miaomiao stood frozen, because she saw that Wen Yan'an inside the light beam was bleeding from all seven orifices, his eyes coldly staring at her.
"Mom, why did you harm me?"
Fang Miaomiao shook her head. "When did I harm you?"
"Mom, you don't want me anymore, you don't want Dad anymore, right?"
"How could that be, An'an."
"Mom, how could you abandon me and Dad? Mom, I hurt so much." Wen Yan'an stared intently at Fang Miaomiao, clenching his fists and hitting the ground repeatedly. "Mom, why would you do this to us?"
"An'an, calm down. Calm down." Fang Miaomiao's heart ached with each passing moment. She ignored her fear and went forward to hug Wen Yan'an. "It's me, An'an. It's Mom."
"No, you're not my mom." Wen Yan'an frantically hit Fang Miaomiao. "You're not. You're a bad person. You kidnapped me and used me to threaten Dad, to make Dad give you lots and lots of money."
"Dad is dead."
Fang Miaomiao staggered, pushed to the ground by Wen Yan'an.
Immediately after, Wen Yan'an climbed onto her, his voice ethereal. "Mom, you killed Dad, and you killed me too. Mom, does your heart ache?"
No, how could that be.
Fang Miaomiao shook her head in disbelief. The book didn't say Wen Zhiyan and Wen Yan'an died. How could Wen Zhiyan die? How could he leave this world in his thirties? And An'an, wasn't An'an saved in the end?
Didn't only the original host die?
How could An'an die?