"I will."
Cui Mantong noticed the address Fang Miaomiao had given to Wang Hui. "Miaomiao, why did you give Wang Hui that address?"
Fang Miaomiao blinked innocently. "Did I? Oh dear, I'm sorry, Mantong jie jie, Miaomiao forgot."
Cui Mantong squeezed Fang Miaomiao's palm and said with a complicated mix of helplessness and warmth, "By doing this, I owe you another favor."
Fang Miaomiao smiled and took a sip of tea. "Between us, do we need to be so calculating? That would make Mantong happy, and I would be even happier."
Cui Mantong gave Fang Miaomiao a big hug. "What did I do in my past life to deserve meeting someone as wonderful as you, Miaomiao?"
"Because my Mantong is already wonderful enough."
For the next period, Cui Mantong became engrossed in filming, and her mood improved with each passing day.
Cui Tong saw this and couldn't stop smiling. "Miaomiao, you're amazing. How did you think of distracting Mantong with these things?"
"Didn't you remind me?" Fang Miaomiao spread her hands, her gaze occasionally drifting to the busy figure on the set not far away. "And it's you who's been supporting Mantong jie jie all along."
Cui Tong smiled without comment.
"Then the rest of the time is up to you. I'm going back to find my husband."
Cui Tong clicked his tongue and shook his head, feigning a look of distaste. "When Wen Zhiyan is around, you're just Wen Zhiyan, calling him Wen Zhiyan. Now that he's not here, you're calling him husband this and husband that."
Fang Miaomiao huffed. "I like it, I want to, and it's none of your business!"
Cui Tong didn't get annoyed. He crossed his arms. "Or perhaps, someone is too shy to call him husband when Wen Zhiyan is present?"
"What a joke!" Fang Miaomiao immediately stood up straighter. "I do call him, don't go talking nonsense."
"Oh really?"
"Of course. Alright, I'm going back to find my husband."
Cui Tong nodded thoughtfully, and just as he was about to speak, he saw Fang Miaomiao leave without even a goodbye.
Seeing this, his handsome eyebrows slightly lifted, and then he sent a message to someone.
After leaving the set, Fang Miaomiao asked the driver to take her to the building of Wen Zhiyan's investment company.
"Greetings, Madam."
Fang Miaomiao waved her hand numbly.
Ever since she had visited Wen Zhiyan's new company, the employees had been eagerly calling her the boss's wife, or Madam. It made her scalp tingle, like something out of a gangster movie.
She had initially asked them to pretend she wasn't there and to not mind her, but those words only lasted for a day or two. After that, they would revert to their old ways. In the end, she had just become numb to it.
"You all carry on with your work. I'm looking for Wen Zhiyan."
She went up to the second floor of the company.
"Madam, you're here."
Xin Xuan saw Fang Miaomiao and quickly went to greet her.
"I'm looking for Wen Zhiyan."
"Master Wen is in a meeting right now. Madam, why don't you wait for Master Wen in his office? I'll have a secretary prepare some refreshments for you."
"No need to trouble yourself."
"It's our duty."
Half an hour later.
The office door was pushed open from the outside.
Fang Miaomiao, who had been lying on the sofa, saw the person enter and her eyes lit up with joy. She got up and walked towards him.
"Did you finish your meeting?"
"Yes." Wen Zhiyan gently hugged her and then placed a kiss on her forehead. "Sorry for making you wait."
"Don't be sorry, of course, work is more important." Fang Miaomiao wrapped her arms around Wen Zhiyan's waist. "How did things get resolved?"
"Pretty much." Wen Zhiyan chuckled. "Those old fogeys still want to rely on their age and seniority, but they don't know I have no interest in their outdated technology."
He didn't know where they got the nerve to boss him around, even wanting him to invest for free, making him seem like a complete fool.
"So, it wasn't successful."
Wen Zhiyan sat down on the sofa with Fang Miaomiao. "Miaomiao, in today's society, old enterprises and old brands are important, but that doesn't mean society has to accept their stagnation. If they're unwilling to take a step towards innovation themselves, even if I throw all the money I have at them, it won't amount to much."
Fang Miaomiao nodded thoughtfully. "It's like when capital wants to promote a celebrity. They can spend a lot of money and not see profits in the short term, but that doesn't mean that capital will keep spending money forever, waiting for that celebrity to make a comeback."
"Something like that." Wen Zhiyan played with Fang Miaomiao's hair and chuckled. "Business, the market, it's all about profit. If there's no profit, who cares how brilliant you were before?"
Fang Miaomiao fell silent.
"What's wrong?"
"This reminds me of Wang Hui."
Wen Zhiyan thought of the name. "What about him?"
"I was just thinking, if it weren't for you, and for Cui Mantong, would Wang Hui's life have been very difficult?"
"It would and it wouldn't," Wen Zhiyan replied. "If he had a strong will, he might have persevered and forged his own path in the film industry, or he might have simply faded away."
"It's just that with our help, he's moving in the best possible direction with more certainty. Perhaps this is also fate's arrangement." Wen Zhiyan rested his head on Fang Miaomiao's shoulder. "Just like how An An and I were able to meet such a wonderful you, and to have another treasure of our own."
"Hehe." Fang Miaomiao smiled and pinched Wen Zhiyan's cheek. "Wen Zhiyan, I've discovered that you've been getting very good at talking lately."
"Have I?" Wen Zhiyan blinked. "I'm just speaking my true heart, Miaomiao."
"Hmm?"
Fang Miaomiao waited for a long time, but Wen Zhiyan didn't speak. "Why aren't you saying anything?"
"Why does my Miaomiao never call me husband?"
His long, slightly magnetic voice whispered in Fang Miaomiao's ear, like a thunderclap that made her heart pound wildly.
"Why did you suddenly think of asking me this?"
Wen Zhiyan's long arm swept out, blocking Fang Miaomiao's path. "I just want to hear Miaomiao call me husband."
"Ahem, well, don't come so close to me." Fang Miaomiao looked at his handsome face, which was only a fist's distance away, and swallowed nervously. "It feels a little strange when you're like this."
Wen Zhiyan was silent for a moment, his fingers lingering on Fang Miaomiao's cheek for a long time before his lips curved into a beautiful arc. "Miaomiao, why are you blushing?"
"Am I? Am I?" Fang Miaomiao subconsciously reached up to touch her cheek, her eyes darting around guiltily.
She suddenly didn't understand. They were practically an old married couple, so why was she still blushing? On the other hand, Wen Zhiyan was teasing her without any blush or skipped heartbeat.
"Isn't this a bit unfair?"
"Unfair about what?" Wen Zhiyan concealed the amusement in his eyes and pretended not to understand, asking in return.