Fang Miaomiao also noticed the cameras and staff who seemed to be filming a program and quickly exchanged a look with Wen Zhiyan.
Wen Zhiyan nodded slightly, indicating he understood.
Zhou Wenjing, who was still yelling, naturally didn't notice this.
"You heartless wretch, we raised you with good food and drink, and now that you've made it big and have money, you've abandoned your parents. What kind of karma did I create to have such a crazy person like you?"
Following Yang Huanyang's instructions, the cameraman, as if discovering some earth-shattering news, ran over with the other staff.
"What's wrong with you people?"
Zhou Wenjing cried, "It's this ungrateful child. I raised her for so long, and now that her dad and I are old, she's ignoring us."
"Auntie, don't be afraid. We're influencers. If there's truly a problem, we and our livestream audience will definitely uphold justice for you."
"Did you just say that was true?" Fang Yuan asked excitedly at this point.
"Of course," the staff member said, puffing out his chest proudly. "My livestream has a million viewers."
"A million?" Fang Yuan asked cautiously. "But don't influencers usually use phones for their livestreams? Why do you have such complete equipment?"
The staff member gave him a disdainful glance before saying, "What do you know? Our program is so popular, of course, we have to have the best equipment."
Fang Yuan was met with mockery. If it were in the past, he would have lost his temper, but now they were the ones asking for a favor, so he had to suppress his anger and force a smile. "We're not doubting you, it's just..."
It's just that this coincidence is too great? Or maybe they were already secretly filming nearby and deliberately came over?
"You're really annoying," the staff member said impatiently. "Since you don't believe us, we'll leave. As if you're so famous. Hmph, if it weren't for a celebrity appearing here today, why would we come?"
"Which celebrity are you talking about?"
"Oh, the most famous one online, Senior Zhou Jiaxin. Do you know Zhou Jiaxin?" the staff member sneered, mocking, "I doubt you do."
"Boss, there's news that Senior Zhou Jiaxin is in Building B. We've come to the wrong place, we're in Building C."
"Then let's go quickly, this is exclusive."
Seeing them about to leave, Fang Yuan became anxious and quickly stopped the staff member. "We, we have a request, we hope you can help us, please. We're desperate right now, otherwise, we wouldn't be causing a scene here."
"Really? You're not lying to me, are you?" the staff member shook his head. "No, I think we should go interview Zhou Jiaxin. Family disputes are the most annoying. Even a wise official finds it difficult to resolve household matters."
"No, reporter friend, there's also big news here." Fang Yuan pointed at Fang Miaomiao, who was protected behind Wen Zhiyan and couldn't be seen at all. "Fang Miaomiao, the popular star Fang Miaomiao, disowned her parents after becoming famous."
"Yes, reporter, we didn't want to bother Miaomiao at first, but we have no choice. We just want our child to help us. After all, we raised her for so long. We were deceived and our family was ruined, she, as our daughter, can't just abandon us."
After speaking, Zhou Wenjing burst into tears.
Fang Miaomiao's expression was complicated. She knew the Fang family was unreasonable, but she didn't expect them to be this unreasonable. Did they think the internet had no memory?
"You claim you raised Fang Miaomiao with good food and drink. Do you have any evidence?"
"Of course, we worked tirelessly in business and dealt with partners to raise Miaomiao. We hired a nanny because we were afraid Miaomiao would be unsafe at home alone. When has our family ever mistreated her?"
As Zhou Wenjing spoke emotionally, her eyes turned red and tears flowed uncontrollably. "To give Miaomiao a good life, I was still doing business and drinking when I was two months pregnant. When I got back, I accidentally fell from the ladder. The child was lost on the spot, and that child actually stood on the stairs and stared at me without blinking."
[That's not right. Zhou Wenjing's words make it sound like Fang Miaomiao has no feelings. Did she forget they took fifty million from her? Forget fifty million, I've never even seen five million in my life. These two are truly shameless.]
[Maybe they think the internet has no memory. Now they're blaming Fang Miaomiao for everything, and what's even more disgusting is that Fang Yuan. He left all this shouting and fussing to Zhou Wenjing while he sat back and reaped the benefits.]
[Damn, now that you mention it, I realize that Zhou Wenjing is always the one making a scene, while he's playing the good guy next to her. People like that are the most disgusting.]
"What?" Wen Zhiyan looked at Fang Yuan with a half-smile. "Mr. Fang, are you planning to return the money?"
"Return money? What money?"
"Fifty million," Wen Zhiyan chuckled. "Mr. Fang, don't you remember that the fifty million you took from Miaomiao was said to be a loan?"
"You, what are you talking about? That was..." Fang Yuan's expression cracked slightly. "That was Miaomiao's filial piety to us. How can it be called a loan?"
"So that's how it is. Wen Zhiyan nodded. "Are you here to borrow money now, or to get money?"
Zhou Wenjing opened her mouth.
"It's best to think before you speak," Wen Zhiyan's eyes on Fang Yuan held no hint of a smile.
"Borrow."
"Wenjing," Fang Yuan's tone became more serious. "Do you know what you're saying?"
After speaking, he took a deep breath and looked at Wen Zhiyan. "Today, we'll make it clear to the viewers in the livestream. We raised Fang Miaomiao for over twenty years and invested a lot in her. Is there a problem with her repaying her adoptive parents now?"
Wen Zhiyan shook his head. "No, you're absolutely right."
"Since that's the case, then give us the money. We don't want much, fifty million."
"Fifty million, are you buying her out or something?"
"What do you mean?" Fang Yuan seemed a bit confused.
"Fifty million, and from now on, Fang Miaomiao will have nothing to do with you."
Fang Yuan pondered for a moment. "Yes, give me fifty million, and she'll have nothing to do with us."
"Alright."
Fang Miaomiao tugged at Wen Zhiyan, her eyes signaling: This isn't what I thought.
Wen Zhiyan stroked Fang Miaomiao's head. "Leave it to me, okay? You go to the car now."
Fang Miaomiao shook her head. "I want to be with you."
Wen Zhiyan, with a helpless yet gentle smile, took Fang Miaomiao's hand.
"Master Wen, my apologies for being late."