Fang Miaomiao's mouth twitched, "You mean the novel written by a black fan that I was reading?"
The old man nodded, "Though I hate to admit it, that's indeed the case. If I don't switch you back, this will be the world's ending. The original Fang Miaomiao and this world are not meant for each other. Her existence will only cause Wen Zhiyan and Wen Yan'an more pain. In that world, you would be the same; you would experience countless hardships, be called a jinx, and die a tragic death."
"So, can I interpret that novel written by a black fan as the will of heaven?"
He continued to nod.
Fang Miaomiao: If she could, she would really want to beat that guy to death.
The old man said helplessly, "I apologize, this is also our mistake."
That's why, even at the risk of incurring heaven's wrath, they brought her back.
"So, if I hadn't met you in that world, I might have died the day after I won the Best Actress award, is that right?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Heaven's will does not tolerate its own flaws."
Fang Miaomiao almost laughed out of anger upon hearing this, "Don't you think what you're saying is ridiculous?"
"It is ridiculous, but it's the truth, isn't it?"
Since ancient times, any figure in high position has wished to leave a name in history.
"Moreover, it's useless even if you knew. Heaven's will knows it was wrong, otherwise do you think you could really go against it and make the original female lead someone everyone wants to hit?"
"Should I thank it then?"
"If you're not satisfied, I can make your memories disappear and let you meet again."
"I have no interest in playing any melodramatic amnesia plot."
The old man said helplessly, "Then what do you want?"
"It's very simple. I don't want my An'an to suffer the pain of losing parents anymore."
"Naturally, after the human trafficking incident is resolved, no one will threaten your safety."
It was a joke; every world needed a happiness index KPI. If heaven's will allowed the future male lead to endure too much suffering, it would also be punished.
"Then, do you know what Qing Jiu, the junior master, is doing now?" Fang Miaomiao remembered An'an telling her that Qing Jiu looked pale and seemed very sad when he left.
The old man chuckled, his tone full of pride, "Don't worry, he's in a deep sleep now."
He had lofty ambitions; he wanted to make heaven's will step down early.
When Xiao Jiu grows up, he will avenge these people.
"Is... is he okay?" Fang Miaomiao was still worried.
The old man looked at Fang Miaomiao for a long time before bowing and saying, "I, must apologize to you."
Fang Miaomiao, startled by this, jumped aside, "No, no, you're shortening my lifespan."
Her grandmother had told her that if an elderly person bows to a young person, the young person's lifespan would be shortened.
The old man shook his head, "It was our mistake."
Fang Miaomiao sighed, "But you've changed, and you're willing to admit it, aren't you?"
At least, such a tragedy didn't happen.
The old man gave a wry smile, "My time is almost up, I should leave. Don't worry, you will be happy for the rest of your lives."
The rest of your lives?
Wait, does that mean I've truly experienced those things?
This is the second, no, the third lifetime?
Old man, explain it to me.
"Miaomiao, what's wrong?"
Fang Miaomiao's eyes snapped open, and she saw Wen Zhiyan looking at her with concern.
"Wen Zhiyan," Fang Miaomiao called out, her voice choked with emotion.
"I'm here," Wen Zhiyan hugged her tightly. "What's wrong? Did you have a nightmare? It's okay, I'm here, don't be scared."
"Wen Zhiyan."
Fang Miaomiao hugged Wen Zhiyan tightly.
"I'm here, I'm here, it's alright."
Wen Zhiyan gently comforted her, "Don't be afraid, Miaomiao, I'm here."
After a long while, Fang Miaomiao's emotions finally stabilized.
"Can you tell me what kind of nightmare Miaomiao had?"
Fang Miaomiao then choked out a simple retelling of the old man's words.
"Wen Zhiyan, we were always meant to be together, we shouldn't have, we shouldn't have been separated."
"It's okay, it's okay. At least we're together now, right?"
"And we defeated those human traffickers, we ensured An'an's safety, we can be together happily, and no one will hurt us anymore."
Wen Zhiyan spoke softly to Fang Miaomiao in his arms.
Actually, he had also had a dream just now.
Even though the woman in the dream was no longer as young as the current Miaomiao,
He recognized her at a glance. The person in the vision was his Miaomiao, the love of his life.
In the vision, his Miaomiao was outstanding and had won the Best Actress award.
But the very next day, as she was about to go to the company to terminate her contract, she was kidnapped at the entrance of her apartment complex. She was only discovered five days later when she was reported missing to the police.
His Miaomiao, whom he cherished above all else, his wonderful Miaomiao, how could she be bullied like that, and ultimately discovered dead five days later.
Unacceptable.
In this lifetime, his Miaomiao would not be bullied like that.
He would become stronger, much stronger, strong enough to protect his Miaomiao and An'an.
After coaxing her to sleep, he went to his study.
"Damn it, Wen Zhiyan, are you sick? It's this late, and you're still calling me? Did you forget we're in the same time zone?"
It was one in the morning, disturbing his sleep, does he have any manners?
"I've agreed to your collaboration."
Fang Zhihuan shot up from his bed, "Wait, what did you just say? You agreed?"
Didn't this guy say he wanted to be with his wife, be her solid support, and not focus on his career?
Why the sudden change of heart after only a few days?
Fang Zhihuan thought of something and smirked, "What? Is freeloading not tasting good anymore?"
"I just had a dream, a dream where someone was bullying Miaomiao."
"Just because I haven't eaten dinner doesn't mean you can feed me gratuitous displays of affection."
"I'm serious."
Fang Zhihuan was silent for a moment, "I'm a good person, I don't do illegal things."
"Nonsense."
"Then what do you want?"
"At least to the point where people will hesitate before doing anything bad."
Fang Zhihuan sighed, "I really don't know what to say to you."
"Fang Zhihuan."
"Alright, alright," Fang Zhihuan said resignedly, "I'm just afraid of you."
"It's a pleasure collaborating."
Fang Zhihuan said through gritted teeth, "You're disturbing my sleep, and you want a pleasant collaboration?"
Wen Zhiyan didn't reply, he simply said, "We'll discuss the details later," and hung up.
He sat in his study for a long time before getting up and going into the bedroom.
The moment he lay down, Fang Miaomiao turned over and snuggled into his arms, instinctively wrapping her arm around his waist, and fell into a deep sleep.
Wen Zhiyan carefully held her, smiled silently, and then closed his eyes.