Fang Miaomiao walked onto the playground, her gaze drawn to a scene.
A gentle breeze stirred, making the slips of paper on the poles flutter.
Fang Miaomiao walked closer, looking with interest.
At first, she found it somewhat engaging, but as she read on, the scenes described on the slips of paper became increasingly familiar.
They were moments of her interacting with An'an, or with others.
Everything written there was about her.
"My Miaomiao, do you know what I wished for under the matchmaking tree last time?"
"I wish my Miaomiao can always be happy and joyful. Of course, if heaven allows me to be greedy, I wish to be with Miaomiao forever."
Fang Miaomiao's eyes welled up. She seemed to understand why Wen Zhiyan had been spending so much time in the study whenever he was free, and why An'an had been doing the same as Wen Zhiyan for a while.
So, that's how it was.
A melodious piano melody sounded from behind her.
Fang Miaomiao turned to see two small figures sitting by the piano, playing amidst the fading sunlight.
She instinctively wanted to go behind them, but just as she reached the center of the playground, Cui Mantong walked around the corner, holding flowers and smiling brightly. "Miaomiao, long time no see."
Fang Miaomiao accepted the flowers.
Cui Mantong gave Fang Miaomiao a hug. "Oh dear, my little darling, today is your most important day. You must be happy."
"Why are you here?"
"This is a major event in your life, how could I not come?" Cui Mantong chuckled and moved aside.
Next came Cui Tong.
Fang Miaomiao raised an eyebrow. "CEO Cui is here too."
Cui Tong handed the flowers to Fang Miaomiao. "What can I do? Someone asked me for the first time in a while, so I had to come and see, right?"
Besides, if he didn't come, Mantong would definitely make him sleep in the study again, so it wasn't worth it for him.
"Tsk, tsk, already getting married and still doing all this," Fang Zhihuan said, feigning disgust as he placed the roses in Fang Miaomiao's hand. Then, with a roguish grin, he added, "Otherwise, why don't you come with me? I guarantee I'll introduce you to a young, handsome, and wealthy second-generation heir. Why would you hang yourself on just one tree like Wen Zhiyan?"
Fang Miaomiao was at a loss whether to laugh or cry. "Mr. Fang, it's hard to find anyone as handsome as Wen Zhiyan these days."
In any case, she just liked Wen Zhiyan.
One after another, people continued to send flowers until Fang Miaomiao could barely hold them. "Stop, I can't hold any more."
"You! What girl complains about getting too many flowers?" Cui Mantong said, feigning annoyance. "Alas, it's a pity I'm married, otherwise I'd definitely be your bridesmaid."
Finally, Wen Zhiyan, holding a bouquet of flowers and dressed in a light blue suit, strode towards Fang Miaomiao.
"Miaomiao, I never believed in love at first sight, but I don't know when it started, my eyes could no longer see anyone but you. Although this sounds cliché, I mean it."
Wen Zhiyan handed the flowers to Xin Xuanlai, who was standing nearby, then knelt on the ground. His fingers trembled as he opened the ring box, his voice so tense it almost faltered. "Miaomiao, will you marry me?"
Fang Miaomiao couldn't help but tear up. "Yes."
Wen Zhiyan took a deep breath, solemnly placed the ring on Fang Miaomiao's left ring finger, and bestowed a devout kiss upon it.
"Wow!"
"He's proposing! He's proposing!"
Fang Zhihuan shook his head with a smile. "You've successfully proposed, why aren't you kissing her already?"
Wen Zhiyan stood up and pulled Fang Miaomiao into his embrace. "We'll kiss at home. This is a public place."
"Help me." Fang Zhihuan shook his head in exasperation, not knowing what to say to Wen Zhiyan. At such an important moment, he had practically devoured his fiancée after successfully proposing back then. And this guy, acting so formal and talking about public places.
The two got back into the car.
"Wen Zhiyan."
"Miaomiao, we agreed. Today, you listen to me all day," Wen Zhiyan said intimately, holding Fang Miaomiao. "After I've finished my arrangements for today, we can discuss other things."
"Okay, I'll listen to you all day today," Fang Miaomiao nodded. "Whatever you say today, goes. How about that?"
"That's more like it," Wen Zhiyan said, holding Fang Miaomiao's hand with satisfaction. "Xin Xuanlai, next destination."
"Understood." Xin Xuanlai started the car and sped towards their dining spot.
Fang Miaomiao looked at the sign for "Xiang Zhuang," her eyebrows raising. " I thought you'd take me to some Western restaurant."
Wen Zhiyan shook his head. "Xin Xuanlai and Fang Zhihuan suggested that I arrange Western food, but I refused."
Xin Xuanlai: This, probably has nothing to do with me, right? Mr. Wen, why don't you two discuss this in the restaurant later?
Of course, he could only grumble inwardly. After all, he had earned quite a bit of bonus money this time. It was just taking the blame, no big deal. He could take ten more black pots.
"Why?"
"Miaomiao doesn't like Western food."
Fang Miaomiao's lips curved upwards. "Good observation. Full marks."
She didn't like Western food; her stomach couldn't handle it.
"Let's go eat. I have something to show you tonight."
During dinner, Wen Zhiyan did almost all the work, with Fang Miaomiao eating and giving comments.
It wasn't until she tasted a very familiar dish that Fang Miaomiao lowered her head and ate in silence.
"Miaomiao, what's wrong?" Wen Zhiyan asked worriedly. "Is the dish not good? Tell me, and I'll have the waiter take it away immediately. We can eat something else, okay?"
Fang Miaomiao shook her head vigorously.
"Miaomiao, what is it?"
"Wen Zhiyan."
"What is it?"
"Thank you."
"Thank me for do-" Wen Zhiyan quickly realized. "Miaomiao, you tasted that I made it?"
Fang Miaomiao nodded. "Wen Zhiyan."
"Why are you crying?" Wen Zhiyan carefully placed his hand on Fang Miaomiao's shoulder. "I thought my cooking skills had gotten so bad after not cooking for so long that you couldn't eat it anymore."
"No, Wen Zhiyan, it's delicious."
It was just that, suddenly, her heart felt a pang, a very happy one.
Even though she knew Wen Zhiyan and An'an were full of her.
It was as if all the accumulated emotions had been poured out in this one dish.
"Wen Zhiyan."
"Don't cry," Wen Zhiyan quickly grabbed a wet wipe from the table and wiped the tears from Fang Miaomiao's face. "If Miaomiao likes it, Wen Zhiyan is willing to cook for Miaomiao for the rest of her life, okay?"
Hearing this, Fang Miaomiao didn't know whether to cry or laugh.
"Wen Zhiyan, for two lifetimes, besides Grandma, you are the second person who has been this good to me."
Her previous life had been truly miserable. After her grandmother died, she had no living relatives in the world. She had no family, no friends. All she had to do every day was act, act.
She had become completely numb.
Originally, she thought she could travel around after terminating her contract with the company, make peace with herself, and find her own happiness. But in the blink of an eye, she had transmigrated to another world.