The car stopped quickly in front of a large building, outside of which was filled with piercing shouts.
Fang Miaomiao looked at the crowd gathered and felt a headache coming on.
"I'll handle it, you stay in the car and watch?" Wen Zhiyan suggested.
"No need." Fang Miaomiao shook her head. "These things must be resolved eventually."
If they weren't resolved, these people would be like grasshoppers, hopping in front of her eyes every now and then. The thought alone was annoying.
The security guards inside the building hurried out to tell the onlookers to go back to work.
As the crowd dispersed, two middle-aged people, dressed in expensive but very dirty clothes, appeared in front of the camera. The man grabbed the security guard's clothes after seeing everyone else leave, while the woman, disregarding passing pedestrians, sat on the ground sighing lamentably.
[These two, don't they look a bit familiar? I feel like I've seen them somewhere before.]
[Isn't that the former CEO and his wife of the bankrupt Fang family? What are they doing?]
[Holy crap, could it be that they're bankrupt and their own daughter won't support them, so they're shamelessly coming to Fang Miaomiao to ask her to pay for their old age?]
[Isn't it normal for children to support their parents? No matter how bad their parents were, they still gave birth to their children and raised them. How can Fang Miaomiao ignore them?]
Yang Huanyang watched the bickering in the livestream and turned his gaze to Fang Miaomiao.
"Wen Zhiyan, open the door."
The two of them got out of the car and walked towards the building.
The wind was bleak. Fang Miaomiao pulled her coat tighter. It was surprisingly cold.
"Miaomiao." Zhou Wenjing was the first to see Fang Miaomiao. She quickly got up from the ground and ran towards Fang Miaomiao and Wen Zhiyan.
Wen Zhiyan stood in front of Fang Miaomiao, blocking Zhou Wenjing's pouncing movement. "If you have something to say, say it. Don't get physical."
Zhou Wenjing saw Wen Zhiyan and gave an awkward smile. "It's Zhiyan, long time no see. I saw online that someone said your leg was healed, and I didn't expect it to be true. That's great, that's great. You and Miaomiao live a good life, and we parents will be happy."
"Thank you. Miaomiao and I will definitely do better in the future. Do you two have anything else?"
Zhou Wenjing's expression stiffened. "No, nothing. We just wanted to see Miaomiao. As long as she's doing well, I won't have to worry."
"Miaomiao, my dear daughter." Fang Yuan also ran over, his weathered and tired face showing flattery and supplication. "Are you still living in Mingshan? Your mother and I went to Mingshan to see you yesterday, but those security guards were really snobbish and wouldn't let us in."
"Speak properly. In public, don't get grabby." Wen Zhiyan raised his hand to block Fang Yuan's outstretched hand.
"Master Wen, Master Wen." Fang Yuan said obsequiously, "I knew you were blessed with good fortune. Look, you've stood up from your wheelchair. It's all thanks to my daughter taking care of you."
[This sounds a bit strange to me. Didn't Fang's parents claim online that they disowned Fang Miaomiao and called her ungrateful? Why are they suddenly showing up now? Is this scripted?]
[It shouldn't be. Didn't you hear the man say they went to her place yesterday to wait for her, but the security guards wouldn't even let them in? They're probably here to find Fang Miaomiao and get some benefits from her.]
[Are there really parents like this in the world? They took fifty million yuan from her, spent it all, and now they don't acknowledge it, and they're coming back to her? They're truly shameless.]
Wen Zhiyan frowned. "If you have something to say, say it. If not, get lost."
"It's just..." Fang Yuan looked at Zhou Wenjing.
Zhou Wenjing opened her mouth, then looked pleadingly at Fang Miaomiao, who was being protected behind Wen Zhiyan and had remained silent. "Miaomiao, it's just, can we borrow some money from you? Your father and I are bankrupt, and we don't know where our next meal is coming from. We can't even buy winter clothes."
"You can go to Fang Yanhuan."
Zhou Wenjing's face turned bitter. "Your father and I can't find any trace of Yanhuan."
When they realized their company might be in trouble, they had painstakingly stashed a lot of money under Fang Yanhuan's name.
However, Fang Yanhuan disappeared without a trace with the money.
"Don't mention that unfilial girl to me." Fang Yuan said irritably. "If it weren't for her, how would I have ended up like this?"
Fang Yanhuan, along with that shrew Hong Lu, had tricked him into selling his stocks and taking on so many bad orders, which caused their capital flow to break down and led them to bankruptcy.
If it weren't for that brainless girl Fang Yanhuan, he wouldn't be a fallen dragon bullied by dogs.
"Then you should find Fang Yanhuan, or call the police."
"We can't call the police, Miaomiao, we can't call the police." Zhou Wenjing panicked. That money was what they had worked hard to keep. If they called the police, that money would truly be gone.
"Then what exactly do you two want?"
"Miaomiao, for raising you and not mistreating you, please help your father and me, give us some money so we can make a comeback, okay?" Zhou Wenjing said tearfully. "You're so rich, if you just let a little slip from your fingernails, your father and I will have a way out."
"Exactly. If you give us ten million yuan, we'll leave right now, how about it?" Fang Yuan's breathing quickened slightly as he pictured himself receiving the money.
"You really know how to ask for the moon."
"Ten million yuan is not much, Miaomiao." Zhou Wenjing softened her voice. "Consider it repayment for raising you, okay? Besides, you're quite famous now. If it gets out that you're not filial to your parents, it won't do your reputation any good, will it?"
"No money, won't give."
Zhou Wenjing's eyes rolled, and she immediately sat on the ground and began to cry loudly.
Yang Huanyang, who had not gotten out of the car nearby, suddenly thought of something and a smile crept onto his lips. He picked up the walkie-talkie and spoke to the cameras that were filming but not yet present. "You guys, grab your cameras and go over there."
"This, wouldn't this be inappropriate?" someone in the car asked hesitantly. "This matter has already caused a debate online. Shouldn't we stop the livestream?"
Yang Huanyang rolled his eyes and said, "What do you know? Those two are leeches. If we don't show everyone their true colors this time, Miaomiao and the others will definitely get bashed later."
Rather than that, it would be better to resolve this matter completely in front of the netizens today.
"It can be like this?"
Yang Huanyang gave his assistant a meaningful look. "This is why I can be an assistant director, and you're just an assistant. Kid, learn well. There's a lot to learn here."
The little assistant nodded thoughtfully.
On the other side, Zhou Wenjing saw people carrying cameras, as if they were filming a show, and her wails grew louder.