Yu Zhi came to deliver food and was so shocked to see Wen Zhiyan in the room that her eyeballs almost fell out. "Miao Miao jie, your room?"
"Oh, call him brother-in-law."
"Sis, brother-in-law, how can I call him brother-in-law." Yu Zhi's fangirl tendencies erupted again. "Miao Miao jie, the boss is really handsome."
Fang Miao Miao was in a good mood. "I also think my husband is handsome."
Hearing this, Yu Zhi immediately withdrew her fangirl expression. She glanced at Wen Zhiyan cautiously, then tugged at Fang Miao Miao's clothes and whispered, "Miao Miao jie, did you see the trending searches on Weibo today?"
"I did," Fang Miao Miao said with a smile. "Xiao Zhi'er, this is not something you need to worry about. Be good."
"Okay, Miao Miao jie."
After Yu Zhi left, Wen Zhiyan got up from his wheelchair and walked unsteadily towards Fang Miao Miao.
Fang Miao Miao had just finished setting the table and caught a glimpse of this scene out of the corner of her eye. She hurried over in alarm. "Why are you standing and walking again?"
"Don't worry, I can take a few steps recently."
"That's still not allowed." Fang Miao Miao helped Wen Zhiyan sit on a chair. "You are a top priority to be protected now, do you understand?"
"Miao Miao."
"Eat, eat. Don't worry, Xiao Zhi'er is discreet and won't reveal your situation."
"I believe you."
Naturally, she also believed Yu Zhi.
"You should rest well in the hotel for the next two days. I'll have Da Chen stationed near the hotel during this time."
"No, Da Chen needs to be with you."
This was the first time Fang Miao Miao had seen Wen Zhiyan speak so decisively.
"Da Chen is skilled and capable. He can not only drive but also act as a bodyguard to protect you," Wen Zhiyan softened his voice. "Besides, I'm in the hotel and not going anywhere. I don't need anyone nearby."
"How can that be?" Fang Miao Miao also shook her head.
The two looked at each other, and Wen Zhiyan finally relented. "Xin Xuan will be here tomorrow."
"Doesn't he have to work?"
"Xin Xuan is my assistant."
In other words, he had nothing to do with the Wen Group. Moreover, her second brother now wanted to make a name for himself in the group, so he naturally wouldn't keep people who were detrimental to him by his side.
Fang Miao Miao shook her head with some sympathy. "Your assistant Xin has been implicated."
"Xin Xuan isn't exactly eager to work under him either."
Fang Miao Miao chuckled, then felt a bit unethical, so she forced herself to stifle her laughter. "Eat, eat."
The meal ended in silence between them.
When Wen Zhiyan came out after washing up, Fang Miao Miao was lying on the bed inside, reading a script. The orange lamplight cast a soft glow on her focused face.
Fang Miao Miao frowned occasionally, picked up a pen beside her, and sketched and annotated on the script.
Wen Zhiyan stopped pushing his wheelchair and stared intently at Fang Miao Miao's actions.
Time ticked by.
Fang Miao Miao seemed to have figured something out, and her tightly furrowed brow suddenly relaxed. She also noticed Wen Zhiyan sitting opposite her bed. "Why are you sitting here motionless?"
"I saw you were very focused and didn't want to disturb you by pushing my wheelchair."
Fang Miao Miao then patted her head and moved aside with her script. "I was too engrossed in the script just now and didn't notice you."
"It's alright."
Wen Zhiyan sat on the bed. "I saw you frowning earlier. Was there something you didn't understand?"
"Oh, you mean that. I was a bit unclear about it earlier, and I'm still a bit hazy about it now. I'll go to the set tomorrow and ask Director Chen about it."
Wen Zhiyan thought of something. "Miao Miao, doesn't filming movies involve moving between many cities?"
"That's for television series. Movies generally don't move between too many cities. Besides, the genre I'm filming this time is post-apocalyptic, which relies more on special effects," Fang Miao Miao answered casually.
"Miao Miao."
"Hmm?"
Wen Zhiyan pulled Fang Miao Miao into his arms. "Will you leave me?"
Fang Miao Miao's expression froze. "What do you mean by that?"
"I'm afraid I won't be able to support you if I don't have a job in the future."
Fang Miao Miao raised an eyebrow. "Don't be afraid. You're handsome. Just based on your looks, I'll support you for a while."
"What do you mean... support me for a while?" Wen Zhiyan lifted Fang Miao Miao's chin, making her look at him. "Miao Miao, you're not planning to support me forever?"
"Wow... I can't afford it." Fang Miao Miao shook her head firmly. "Look at the custom-made clothes you wear, and look at where An An is studying. If he has other hobbies later, I'll have to send him to interest classes. I can't afford it, I can't afford it."
Wen Zhiyan playfully poked Fang Miao Miao's forehead. "How come I never realized that Fang Miao Miao you've become so materialistic?"
"I can't help it." Fang Miao Miao smiled ingratiatingly. "Then I'll take on more roles in the future and earn money to support you guys?"
"You, you, what can I say about you? Have you forgotten you have a studio?" Wen Zhiyan said with some helplessness. "You can sign artists and let them work for you, and you can be the boss."
When did he realize his Miao Miao was a little silly?
Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, Fang Miao Miao's eyes lit up. "Yes, why don't you quit your job as chairman? Come work in my studio? I'll hand over the full responsibility of my studio to you. How will you support us?"
Wen Zhiyan, a CEO in the book who was even smarter than the male lead, if she handed her studio to him, it might become a company in no time.
"Dream on." Wen Zhiyan affectionately stroked Fang Miao Miao's chin. "It's taken me so long to get this much rest. I'm not going to work for you."
"Stop touching my chin." Fang Miao Miao angrily batted away Wen Zhiyan's troublesome hand. "You're making me grow a double chin."
Wen Zhiyan: "..."
This person changed the subject so quickly?
Fang Miao Miao yawned. "I can't anymore, I'm sleepy, I want to sleep."
"Okay, sleep." Wen Zhiyan kissed Fang Miao Miao on the forehead.
They snuggled into the covers.
"Good night."
"Good night."
The next morning.
Fang Miao Miao had only intended to say a few words to Wen Zhiyan before going to work. Who knew he was like a wolf.
She looked at her unusually red lips and the conspicuous marks on her neck. She glared at Wen Zhiyan, who was sitting outside the bathroom, and said irritably, "Say, how can I go out and see people like this?"
Wen Zhiyan propped his chin with one hand. "Then, shall we not go to work?"
"Dream on?" Fang Miao Miao came out of the bathroom and poked Wen Zhiyan's forehead forcefully. "Say, did you do that on purpose?"
Wen Zhiyan dotingly caught Fang Miao Miao's hand and apologized sincerely. "I'm sorry, Miao Miao. We haven't seen each other for so long, and I couldn't help myself."
"Wen Zhiyan, have you been possessed?" Fang Miao Miao blurted out.
How had Wen Zhiyan become so open overnight?