"Actually, I had a vague idea who was behind all this," Fang Miaomiao said honestly. "But the people I sent out haven't returned yet, and I have no proof."
"What kind of proof?"
"Evidence of malice. The crucial evidence is still being determined. It should be out in the next couple of days."
As for Old Mrs. Ran, there was truly nothing she could do. People's mouths were their own. She couldn't exactly force Mrs. Ran to praise Miaomiao and say how wonderful she was.
Unless...
Fang Miaomiao shook her head. This matter was a bit difficult. She still hadn't figured out Xie Wanqing's role in this story.
She had a premonition that once she understood what Xie Wanqing was up to, she would be able to find the person behind it all.
"Miaomiao, are you really not going to clarify?"
"Clarifying is useless. Just wait."
Zeng Nian felt helpless and could only hang up the phone, telling the publicity team to try their best to drive traffic and reduce the attacks from their rivals. kuAiδugg
Fang Miaomiao said a few more words to Zeng Nian before hanging up.
"Mom, I'm going to do my homework now."
"Go ahead, go ahead," Fang Miaomiao waved dismissively, burying herself in her phone.
The room fell silent.
Fang Miaomiao looked up, unaccustomed to the quiet. She saw Wen Zhiyan standing at the doorway without her knowing when he had arrived. "What are you standing there for? You can't just stand around now that you can walk."
"No, I was just curious about something."
"What is it?" Fang Miaomiao was engrossed in her phone, completely oblivious to the subtle glint in Wen Zhiyan's eyes.
"Miaomiao, you just said that you and I are innocent?" Wen Zhiyan's voice was low. He sat on the bed, his handsome eyes fixed on Fang Miaomiao.
Fang Miaomiao's fingers paused as she was typing. She looked at Wen Zhiyan with a mix of surprise and guilt. "You?"
"Miaomiao."
Feeling guilty, Fang Miaomiao touched her nose and then sat up straight, speaking with great seriousness. "I, did not say anything wrong."
"So, between her and me, that thing did not happen, right?"
Fang Miaomiao froze.
What did Wen Zhiyan mean by that? And who was "she" he was referring to?
Could it be?
The more Fang Miaomiao thought about it, the more absurd it seemed. Her previously straight posture involuntarily curved.
"Miaomiao, can I know the truth?"
Fang Miaomiao hesitated. "It's not that I can't tell you, but I'm afraid you won't believe me if I do."
No one would believe that they were living in a book, and even more so, a tragic character deserving of pity.
"If Miaomiao doesn't say it, how will I know if I can believe it?"
"Fine, fine, I'll tell you."
Fang Miaomiao briefly explained the general gist of the book and how she had somehow inexplicably transmigrated into it.
"So, I'm a character created by the author, and my past life was all fabricated by someone else?"
Fang Miaomiao nodded and shook her head, taking Wen Zhiyan's hand. "If it were before, I might have thought the same way. But now I can tell you, our assumptions are incorrect."
"Miaomiao?"
"Because after I came here, I realized that everyone is flesh and blood, real, with heartbeats, and capable of joy and sorrow. You've always lived according to your own will, it has nothing to do with the author."
"The author is pretty trashy. Apart from the male and female leads and the original host, they couldn't possibly write out the lives of every other character in detail. But without the author's ink, wasn't my Wen Zhiyan still working diligently, fulfilling his value, and taking good care of An'an?"
"Miaomiao is saying that the author only influenced a few people, and the greater world hasn't changed, right?"
Fang Miaomiao snapped her fingers. "Exactly, smart."
"What about you? Or rather, what is the original host's ending?"
Fang Miaomiao rolled her eyes. "Don't even mention it. Didn't I just say this book was written by one of my haters? So in the book, I'm as bad as I can be. According to the plot, I harmed An'an, made him sick, you guys gave me a large sum of money, and then I died on a foreign street."
"Miaomiao."
Fang Miaomiao was hugged so tightly she could barely breathe. "Um, can you... not hug me so tightly? You're going to crush me."
Wen Zhiyan remained unmoved.
"In the book, what was my ending?"
Fang Miaomiao shook her head honestly. "In the book, it just said you were kicked out of the Wen Corporation. Your third brother took over the Wen Corporation and almost led it down the same path as five years ago. Wen Wenlan, the male protagonist, chose to return to the Wen Corporation, turned the tide, and led the Wen Corporation to greater heights, um... even more impressive than you."
Wen Zhiyan scoffed. "Him?"
Fang Miaomiao caressed Wen Zhiyan's face. "So arrogant, but I like it."
Wen Zhiyan's eyes reflected Fang Miaomiao's image. "I like you very much too."
"Ahem." Fang Miaomiao blushed and put on a serious face. "Let's be serious, we're still discussing matters."
"When I read the book, I didn't see anything about human traffickers, nor about your eldest brother."
"Then what did the book say?"
Fang Miaomiao shrugged. "It said your eldest brother passed away, and when Wen Yan'an's mother was giving birth to him in the hospital, she had a difficult labor. The child ended up with you."
Wen Zhiyan tapped Fang Miaomiao's forehead. "Speak properly. The way you say it makes me sound like a bad person."
Fang Miaomiao chuckled. "A bad person? I'm clearly the biggest villain here."
Causing trouble, ruining a good hand.
As Fang Miaomiao spoke, she felt a flicker of sympathy for the original host. The original host hadn't appeared in her dreams for a long time.
"Miaomiao, I have a question."
Wen Zhiyan's obedient questioning satisfied Fang Miaomiao's desire to teach. "Ask away."
"You came over, so what about the original host? Will she be jealous of your happiness and try to snatch your identity back?"
As Wen Zhiyan spoke, his anxiety far outweighed the joy he felt from Miaomiao's trust in him.
Fang Miaomiao pondered for a moment. "No, my world was also very good. No haters, and I successfully terminated my contract with my agency. The money I saved is enough for her to travel the world for a lifetime."
She was very well-behaved in her previous life. She hadn't done anything bad. If the original host were in her body, as long as she didn't cause trouble or stir up issues, she could find a man she liked and live a happy life.
Even if the man wasn't good, it wouldn't matter. She could divorce him, her pre-marital assets were her own, and then she could support a young lover. How wonderful would that be.
"You, still want to support a younger guy? Hmm?"
Fang Miaomiao suddenly snapped back to reality. Well, she had gotten too carried away and blurted out her innermost thoughts.
She smiled sheepishly. "Um, that, I was talking about the original host, not me. I have you, and An'an now, right? You're so handsome, so good-looking, where would I go? You should have confidence. With your face, no one can compare to you."
The more Fang Miaomiao spoke, the more she felt she was right. She nodded earnestly. "Yes, believe in yourself."