In the book, it was almost time for Wen Zhiyan to be ousted by Elder Wen. The only difference was that he was still a chairman now, albeit in name only.
"Miao Miao."
Fang Miao Miao hugged Wen Zhiyan. "Don't be afraid. An An and I are here. If you don't work, you don't work. I've saved all the money you gave me, and we won't starve."
"You don't mind me slacking off at home?"
Fang Miao Miao shook her head. "You were too tired before. It's okay to slack off a little later."
Wen Zhiyan hugged Fang Miao Miao. "After the weekend, I'll go back and get my leg treated."
"That's great! Worry less and take care of your body more. That's very good."
Wen Zhiyan looked at the lips that were speaking and couldn't help but lean in.
Fang Miao Miao's eyes widened. They were having a nice conversation, why was he starting to kiss her?
The kiss ended.
Fang Miao Miao slumped in Wen Zhiyan's arms, gasping for breath.
"It's been so long, why hasn't my Miao Miao learned how to kiss yet?"
Fang Miao Miao glared at Wen Zhiyan.
In Wen Zhiyan's eyes, it was just like a weak cat playfully complaining.
"Miao Miao, thank you."
"What are you thanking me for?" Fang Miao Miao grinned mischievously and patted Wen Zhiyan. "Wen Zhiyan, you're lucky you transferred so much money to me before, and you're good-looking. Otherwise, I would have kicked you away."
Wen Zhiyan's well-defined fingers pinched Fang Miao Miao's chin, forcing her to look him in the eye. "Miao Miao, you can't escape even if you want to."
"Aren't you afraid of hurting me?"
"I wouldn't dare hurt you." Wen Zhiyan's fingers caressed Fang Miao Miao's chin. "After all, you are my Miao Miao."
"Tsk tsk tsk, so cheesy."
"Does Miao Miao like it?"
Fang Miao Miao's lips curved upwards. "You're good-looking, so I like it."
Wen Zhiyan shook his head dotingly. "You. Don't worry, as your boyfriend and husband, how could I bear to let my Miao Miao go hungry?"
"Cough cough." Hearing this, Fang Miao Miao decisively got up from Wen Zhiyan's lap. "I just remembered I forgot to ask An An. I need to call him."
Wen Zhiyan pulled Fang Miao Miao into his arms. "What's the rush? He should be with his mother now, talking with her."
"How do you know so clearly?" Fang Miao Miao looked at Wen Zhiyan suspiciously. "I feel like you have something devious brewing."
Wen Zhiyan chuckled, a cold glint in his eyes. "They deserve it. As for An An, don't worry, I have people at the Imperial Garden who will protect him."
"Wen Zhiyan, what exactly do you want to do?"
"I want to show some people that some things and possessions are not theirs to covet, and they shouldn't overthink it."
Fang Miao Miao didn't say anything.
"Why isn't Miao Miao talking?" Wen Zhiyan's voice was deep.
"What's there to say? I don't understand," Fang Miao Miao said, taking her phone.
Good heavens, she didn't realize until she looked. She was shocked.
So many people had messaged her.
The pinned message was from An An.
It was a voice message, only a few seconds long.
She clicked it open.
"Mom, Grandma is sick. I have to go back and stay with Grandma for these two days. Don't worry, Mom. I'll call you when I get home, okay? Don't worry, An An loves Mom the most."
The more Fang Miao Miao listened, the more her eyes felt sore. She glared at Wen Zhiyan.
Wen Zhiyan immediately surrendered. "Miao Miao, this really has nothing to do with me."
After being voted by the board to suspend his work, he had rushed to the kindergarten to find An An.
Who knew the teacher said that An An's grandfather had picked him up, saying that an elder in the family was ill.
An An had also called him, saying he hadn't been to the Imperial Garden in a while and wanted to accompany the elder.
"Really?"
"Why would I lie to you?" Wen Zhiyan played with Fang Miao Miao's hair. "But don't worry, I've placed people at the Imperial Garden. An An won't have any trouble."
Fang Miao Miao finally breathed a sigh of relief and said apologetically, "But, speaking of which, I have a lot of scenes these two days. What should I do if I don't have time to go out with you?"
"It's okay, I'll wait for you to come back in the room." Wen Zhiyan's fingers moved from her hair to her lips, his eyes darkening. "I just want to see you. When my leg is better and your filming is done, we'll take An An out to celebrate the Spring Festival."
Fang Miao Miao held Wen Zhiyan's playful hand. "We're not celebrating the New Year at home?"
"An An wants to see snow. We'll take An An to play in the snow."
"What about your leg?"
"Yuan Chao estimated that we can go play in the snow then. We just need to be a bit more careful."
"Okay, then it's decided."
As they were talking, Wen Zhiyan's phone rang.
Wen Zhiyan gestured and answered the call.
Fang Miao Miao obediently opened her Weibo.
Hmm…
Good. There wasn't a single trending topic about the Wen Group.
However, her fans were very interesting. They had screenshotted the trending topics and comments and sent them to her.
Fang Miao Miao's lips twitched. She thanked her fans as she looked at the screenshots they sent.
One fan had even sent her a video.
At the press conference, Wen Zhijia was smiling so brightly, as if afraid others wouldn't know he had become the CEO of the Wen Group.
Fang Miao Miao shook her head and opened Nie Jie's WeChat.
Just want to be a salted fish: Nie Jie, is everything going smoothly on your end?
The screen quickly showed that the other person was typing.
The next second, Zeng Nian replied: Smoothly.
Fang Miao Miao raised an eyebrow. After such a long time of typing, she only replied with two words?
Immediately after, Zeng Nian sent another message: Miao Miao, have you seen the trending topics?
Just want to be a salted fish: I have. Wen Zhiyan and I have decided that I'll support him.
Zeng Nian immediately replied: Don't worry, I've seen your acting. It's very good, and you're fully capable of taking on roles. I'll look for suitable characters for you later.
Just want to be a salted fish: Cough cough, Nie Jie, is there a possibility that I'm only taking on this one drama this year?
Zeng Nian: ... Didn't you say you wanted to earn more money to support Lord Wen? httpδ:/m.kuAisugg.nět
Just want to be a salted fish: But I have money now. A lot, a lot. It's enough!
Zeng Nian: Just tell me this. I'm afraid if you tell others, you'll be beaten to death.
Just want to be a salted fish: Nie Jie, will you beat me to death?
Fang Miao Miao sent a pleading emoji after her message.
Zeng Nian: Yes. You're lucky you're my boss now and that this is a lawful society. I have other things to do. Don't read what's being said online lately. Trust your husband. Your husband is excellent.
Fang Miao Miao looked at the words on the screen. Nie Jie, whom she respected so much, was actually telling a bad joke?
"What are you laughing at?" Wen Zhiyan hung up the phone and turned around to see Fang Miao Miao laughing happily behind him.
Fang Miao Miao briefly recounted Nie Jie's words. "I didn't expect Nie Jie to tell bad jokes, and she praised you for being excellent."
Wen Zhiyan pulled Fang Miao Miao onto his lap. "What do you think?"
Fang Miao Miao placed a kiss on Wen Zhiyan's forehead. "I also think you are very excellent."