The three days of New Year's Day were spent exploring the entire city.
When the three returned to Mingshan, Fang Miaomiao was slumped on the sofa, her fingers too tired to move.
"Do you want some hot water?"
Fang Miaomiao nodded. "Yes, I want warm boiled water, thank you."
After Wen Zhiyan carried An An back to the bedroom, he went to the kitchen to boil water.
"So tired."
Wen Zhiyan held her for a while before saying, "Then why don't you go get some sleep?"
Fang Miaomiao shook her head. "I don't want to move."
Wen Zhiyan poked Fang Miaomiao's forehead and carried her to the bedroom. "Go to sleep. I'll wake you up for dinner."
"Aren't you sleeping?"
"I'm not tired."
Fang Miaomiao wrapped her arms around Wen Zhiyan's neck, pulled him closer, and pressed her face against his. "But what if I want to sleep with you?" httpδ:/m.kuAisugg.nět
"You want to sleep with me now?" Wen Zhiyan propped himself up on the edge of the bed with one hand, holding Fang Miaomiao's head with the other. "For the three days at the hotel, you slept with Cui Mantong every night."
During those days, Cui Tong looked at him with an expression that suggested he was displeased with everything.
Fang Miaomiao pinched Wen Zhiyan's nose. "Are you angry?"
"What do you think?"
"Then let me compensate you. Sleep with me today? We can order takeout for dinner after I wake up."
Wen Zhiyan was silent for a moment. "Okay, we'll sleep together."
Fang Miaomiao's eyes widened. Wait, she meant sleeping as in resting, not the verb.
Why was this man getting handsy with her again?
Soon, she lost the ability to think, completely immersed in Wen Zhiyan's tenderness.
After a session of intimacy.
Fang Miaomiao was completely drained.
Wen Zhiyan chuckled, carried Fang Miaomiao to the bathroom to freshen up, and then held her as they both fell into a deep sleep.
…
"Great, great! In just three days, our box office has soared to 400 million." Chen Tianming looked at the data, grinning from ear to ear.
"Yes, Director Chen, you were so foresighted. Everyone online is praising Teacher Miaomiao's acting. How did you know she was suitable for this role back then?"
Compared to Ruolan, the female protagonist who protected humanity in "The Righteous Path," most audiences preferred Chen Yao, the villain.
Some even felt that Chen Yao should be so wicked, and that she wasn't a traditional villain.
"Back then," Chen Tianming said with a chuckle, "it was mainly because Miaomiao and I had fate."
To be honest, he initially just thought Miaomiao had a good reputation on variety shows and that she easily attracted attention no matter what she did.
That was why he had decided from the beginning that Fang Miaomiao could play a major villain.
For no other reason than Fang Miaomiao's beauty. As long as she stood there, all eyes would be on her.
And in movies, what was most needed was screen presence.
Fang Miaomiao possessed this quality.
This was also why he had agreed to collaborate with Miaomiao without hesitation.
Now, the public's reaction once again proved that his choice was correct.
"Should we interact on the official website now? 400 million, and looking at this momentum, we can definitely aim higher." The staff member's eyes gleamed as they said this.
Chen Tianming stroked his chin and thought. "Did you call them?"
The staff member nodded. "I did, and I also sent messages in the group chat. Fang Yanhuan was the fastest to reply. All the other actors responded."
Chen Tianming listened, sensing something was amiss. "What about Miaomiao and Mantong?"
The staff member shook his head. "No, these two very tacitly did not answer the calls or reply to messages."
"It's fine, these two will reply eventually. No rush. Since Fang Yanhuan replied, let's start with her."
"Then what should we do?" the staff member asked. "Most of it is live streaming. Should we also do a live stream to thank them?"
"Wouldn't that be too cliché?"
The staff member spread his hands. "There's no other way. People nowadays like to spend more time with their favorite celebrities, chatting and so on."
Other things like posters were also necessary, but not many people liked them.
"If that's the case..." Chen Tianming's eyes lit up. "Let's do a full cast live stream. Like Miaomiao's 'Descending the Mountain' last time, a full cast live stream. But this should be saved for later, perhaps when we reach 800 million."
"800 million." Chen Tianming fell into thought. It wasn't that he didn't believe in himself; it was just that the genre had a limited audience.
"Director Chen, we all believe in you. Why don't you believe in yourself?"
"Go, go, go. You people are all talking from a position of comfort." Chen Tianming waved his hand impatiently.
"Then we'll leave?"
"Come back," Chen Tianming said irritably. "But do you really think our movie can reach 800 million at the box office?"
The startup capital for their film was 100 million, and with promotion, it would be about 150 million.
A box office of 400 million was already a very profitable return on investment.
"Director Chen, you have to believe in yourself. Don't forget, it's only been a few days to reach 400 million at the box office."
"Sigh, you don't understand." Chen Tianming thought for a moment, then changed the subject. "However, reaching 800 million isn't impossible."
"Then we..."
Chen Tianming coughed a few times. "Then you go and think about how to post on Weibo. As for Miaomiao and Mantong, leave that to me. I'll notify them later."
"Okay, Director."
In three days, "I Am the Great Villain" exploded. Audiences not only discussed whether the apocalypse would occur but also debated all aspects of human nature.
Some believed in the inherent goodness of human nature and that people shouldn't think too ill of others. Others believed in the inherent evil of human nature, and that it was only through education and understanding that people could control their darker impulses and become good.
"Miaomiao, your phone."
Fang Miaomiao burrowed deeper into Wen Zhiyan's embrace. "I don't want to answer. You answer it."
Wen Zhiyan waved his hand and took the phone from Fang Miaomiao, who had placed it on the bedside table.
He glanced at it.
Director Chen.
Wen Zhiyan decisively hung up and took out his own phone to message Chen Tianming.
Chen Tianming: Young Master Wen?
. : Something wrong?
Chen Tianming: Nothing major, just concerned, yes, concerned about Miaomiao.
. : Miaomiao is fine. She'll call you back when she wakes up.
After replying, Wen Zhiyan put down his phone and kissed Fang Miaomiao's forehead. "Miaomiao, are you hungry?"
"Hungry," Fang Miaomiao mumbled.
"What do you want to eat?"
"Rice," Fang Miaomiao felt so tired and weak.
Rice was the best food to replenish energy.
"Then shall I order some stir-fries?"
Fang Miaomiao nodded drowsily.
"Then, you sleep for a little longer, and then you can wake up, okay?"
Fang Miaomiao nodded again.
Wen Zhiyan covered Fang Miaomiao with the quilt before getting up and leaving the bedroom.
"Daddy."
"Why didn't An An knock when he woke up?"
Wen Yanan closed his book. "You were also working hard. An An can read by himself and wait for you to wake up."