After Wen Zhiyan took the person to Fang Zhihuan's place, he then took Fang Miaomiao to the prison.
He stood at the prison entrance, hesitating to move.
Fang Miaomiao stepped forward and held Wen Zhiyan's hand, "Let's go, we'll go in together."
"Okay."
The two sat in the visitation room.
A few minutes later, Wen Renhe, with his hair completely white, appeared before them.
"I thought you wouldn't come," Wen Renhe said with a wry smile. "I didn't expect you to."
"Perhaps, there are many other things you didn't expect."
"I know," Wen Renhe nodded. "You've seen your elder brother, haven't you?"
Wen Zhiyan nodded.
"It's good that you saw him, it's good. But why did you bring An'an?" Wen Renhe asked in confusion. "Didn't we agree long ago not to let An'an know about his true identity?"
"It wasn't me who said that."
Wen Renhe looked at Wen Zhiyan in surprise, "Not you? But Ran Lian..."
His voice cut off abruptly. "I'm sorry, I almost misunderstood you again. Also, why did you hand over the Wen Corporation to Wen Lan? He's so young, can he manage such a large family business?"
"I said before that I wouldn't take the Wen Corporation. You just didn't believe me," Wen Zhiyan replied calmly.
"You child," Wen Renhe said with some helplessness. "You're all grown up, don't be angry with your mother. I know your mother and I have made many mistakes... Miaomiao, why are you snatching Wen Zhiyan's microphone?"
"Because I don't want Wen Zhiyan to listen anymore. Is this fair to Wen Zhiyan?"
"The palm and the back of the hand are both flesh. I know I've let Wen Zhiyan down, but..."
"There are no 'buts.' You keep saying you've let Wen Zhiyan down, but what are you doing now? Being aggressive. Do you even treat him as your son?"
"Miaomiao."
"Don't call me that, old man. Just because he's your son, you and the old madam can be so unscrupulous and guilt-free, piling everything onto him. I want to ask, why? Did he owe your Wen family something in his past life, so he has to work like an ox and a horse for your Wen family in this life and endure the disdain of his own mother?"
"Are you kidding me?"
"He is my son, I didn't..."
"You didn't? Then I'll ask you, how old is Wen Zhiyan? What does he like to do? What does he like to eat? What does his unhappy expression look like? What does he want most? Do you know? As long as you and the old madam can answer even one thing, I'll consider you two to have even a tiny bit of affection for him."
"I..." Wen Renhe met Fang Miaomiao's angry eyes and opened his mouth, speechless.
"Our Zhiyan is obedient, filial, and sensible, but that's not a capital for you to bully him. He has developed the Wen Corporation to this point, which is already doing his utmost. Don't forget, the current Zhiyan is not a member of your Wen family anymore," Fang Miaomiao said in one breath. "You don't want Wen Zhiyan, but An'an and I do."
"You don't like Wen Zhiyan, but An'an and I do, and many more people will like him. Wen Zhiyan doesn't need your liking because you are not worthy."
After speaking, Fang Miaomiao put down the microphone and pulled Wen Zhiyan away from the visitation room.
"Why are you sulking?"
"I'm just indignant," Fang Miaomiao said angrily. "You are clearly so good, why did you encounter this kind of thing? Wen Zhiyan, I'm telling you, since you've withdrawn from the Wen Corporation, don't get involved in their affairs anymore, okay? Also, don't listen to his nonsense, you are very capable."
Wen Zhiyan looked at Miaomiao, who was almost bristling, and with a sweep of his long arm, pulled her into his embrace. "Okay, I'll listen to Miaomiao. I won't manage the Wen family's affairs."
"That's more like it. Then, you'll accompany me to choose a dress today."
"The postponed Lotus Award?"
"Mm," Fang Miaomiao nodded.
"No need. I've already informed Zhou Zhou. The dress will be delivered to the house this afternoon, don't worry."
"Zhou Zhou?"
The name sounded a bit familiar.
"Mm, it's the place where you had your makeup done last time you attended the banquet. His studio, I funded it."
"You're so capable?"
"Money begets money. I usually don't put all my money in one basket; most of it is used for investment. But I have a good eye, and all my investments have paid off."
"You're really amazing," Fang Miaomiao said enviously. People like you, without working, could live a prosperous life on investment returns alone.
"Each to their own specialty. If you asked me to act, I wouldn't be able to be as outstanding as you," Wen Zhiyan thought for a moment. "I might become a useless pretty face in the entertainment industry."
Fang Miaomiao giggled, "If you entered the entertainment industry, you would be the highest-class pretty face."
Wen Zhiyan raised an eyebrow, "I think so too."
When they arrived at Fang Zhihuan's place, Fang Zhihuan was sitting on the sofa, happily watching Wen Yan'an, who was playing with a puzzle on the carpet.
"Oh, you're here," Fang Zhihuan said, seeing the two standing at the door, his eyebrows raised. "I thought you would leave the child with me for the day and go on a date."
Wen Yan'an grunted at Fang Zhihuan, then got up from the floor and ran to Fang Miaomiao's side, "Mom."
"An'an, good boy," Fang Miaomiao patted Wen Yan'an's head. "Did you have fun at Uncle Fang's place?"
Wen Yan'an nodded, "Uncle Fang prepared a lot of fun toys for me."
"Don't talk nonsense. I prepared these for my own child," Fang Zhihuan blushed and quickly stood up to explain. "I just wanted you to try them out to see if they were fun. If they were fun, I'd send them to my child."
Wen Zhiyan looked at Fang Zhihuan with a half-smile.
Fang Zhihuan coughed lightly, "Well, since you're done with your business, take the child away. I have other things to attend to."
"You're going to see him?"
Fang Zhihuan sat back on the sofa. "I don't kick a man when he's down, but a little mocking is always in order."
Wen Zhiyan nodded. "Okay."
Fang Zhihuan waved dismissively. "You can go."
Fang Miaomiao glanced at Fang Zhihuan, then at Wen Zhiyan, before taking Wen Yan'an's hand and leaving with him.
Fang Zhihuan stared at the empty room for a long time before tutting.
"Boss, you can go see him now," Zuo Yan said, standing at the doorway. "But didn't Ran Qiu and his gang all fall from power? Why do you still want to see him?"
Fang Zhihuan did not answer. "Why ask so many questions? If I want to see him, I'll see him. There's no need for so much nonsense."
Zuo Yan was silent for a moment, then followed Fang Zhihuan's footsteps.
In the car.
Fang Zhihuan looked out the window at the scenery for a long time before saying, "I just want the little one to see that I actually like him quite a bit. If there's a next life, I still want him to be my brother."
If there was a next life, he would definitely treat Xiao Wa better.
"Boss, people have to look forward. Xiao Wa wouldn't want you to dwell on the past. This matter is over, and you've avenged Xiao Wa."
"Let's go back."