"No, what are you guys doing?"
"Doctor Yuan is here." Fang Miaomiao was helpless. She had been trying to comfort the two of them, her lips almost worn out, and she had no more words left in her mind.
Yuan Chao looked at Fang Miaomiao teasingly, "Anyone who didn't know would think you had a terminal illness."
"Yuan Chao."
Yuan Chao turned his head and saw Wen Zhiyan sitting in the wheelchair, his eyes filled with murderous intent and displeasure, like a deadly wolf.
He swallowed his saliva shamelessly and apologized sincerely and decisively, "I was wrong, my mouth is cheap, I shouldn't have spoken nonsense, I apologize."
Fang Miaomiao chuckled, "He was just joking, Wen Zhiyan, don't be angry."
Under those terrifying eyes that made his hair stand on end, Yuan Chao, for the first time, quickly finished examining Fang Miaomiao's wound and applied medicine. "I'm done. I think to help Fang Miaomiao's wrist heal faster, it's best to be hospitalized for a few days."
In just one day, her wrist injury had worsened by more than a little. She didn't know what the three of them had been doing at home.
After Yuan Chao left the ward, it fell silent again.
Fang Miaomiao leaned against the bed and beckoned Wen Yan'an, "An'an, come here."
"Mom, does it hurt?"
"It hurts. Can you blow on it for me, An'an?"
Wen Yan'an's eyes had been red since they left the apartment for the hospital.
He gently blew on Fang Miaomiao's injured spot.
Compared to earlier in the apartment, the bandage was much cleaner now, with no blood seeping out.
"Good boy, I'm fine. Don't worry, okay?"
"Mom."
"I'm here," Fang Miaomiao said gently. "It's very late now, An'an, should you sleep?"
"I want to watch you all the time."
Fang Miaomiao pointed to the adjacent bed, "How about An'an sleep next to me? As long as An'an opens his eyes, he can see me."
Wen Yan'an was reluctant, but as it was getting late, if he didn't sleep, his mother and the other person wouldn't sleep either, and not sleeping would prevent them from recovering.
Thinking this, he nodded obediently, "Okay, Mom, goodnight, see you tomorrow."
"Goodnight, go to sleep."
Finally managing to coax one person to sleep, Fang Miaomiao hadn't had time to breathe a sigh of relief when she felt a resentful gaze lingering on her.
"Miaomiao."
Fang Miaomiao was helpless, but she couldn't help it. Who told her she liked this guy? And she still had some things to ask him.
She gently patted the railing of the bed, signaling Wen Zhiyan to move closer.
"Miaomiao, I'm sorry."
Hearing the deep guilt in his voice, Fang Miaomiao quickly raised her hand to stop him, "This has nothing to do with you, don't apologize anymore, okay?"
Wen Zhiyan remained silent.
"You want to apologize?"
Wen Zhiyan nodded, his eyes, which bore some resemblance to Wen Yan'an's, looked at Fang Miaomiao with a hint of pitifulness.
"Fine, then, from now on, you answer whatever I ask, understand?" Fang Miaomiao added, "And don't lie to me."
"Okay, Miaomiao, ask away."
He knew what Miaomiao wanted to ask him, and he would naturally not hide anything. She was his fairy, the love he chased his entire life.
"What's wrong with your leg?"
The novel didn't mention Wen Zhiyan eventually standing up from his wheelchair. She remembered that Wen Zhiyan's ending wasn't very good, especially when the Wen Group, with Ran Lian's support, was transferred to the male lead Wen Wenlan. Wen Zhiyan's role became very limited.
However, Fang Miaomiao had forgotten the specific ending, but she was certain that his legs hadn't recovered, let alone allowed him to stand.
"As you said, my leg has healed."
"Healed?" Fang Miaomiao's eyes widened in disbelief as she looked at Wen Zhiyan's legs, asking with surprise, "It's really healed? A miracle!"
"Yes, a miracle," Wen Zhiyan said, looking at Fang Miaomiao's surprised and delighted expression, his lips curving slightly. "Miaomiao, thank you."
"Ah?" Fang Miaomiao blinked confusedly, "What are you thanking me for? It's as if I made your legs heal."
Wen Zhiyan didn't speak.
"But, seriously, does your leg being healed mean you can stand up and walk completely?" Fang Miaomiao's tone carried a hint of excitement.
It wasn't bragging; if Wen Zhiyan could completely stand up from his wheelchair, what chance would the Wen Group and that male lead Wen Wenlan have? Wen Zhiyan was the proper male lead.
She didn't know what that anti-fan was thinking. Wen Zhiyan was clearly much more handsome than Wen Wenlan, so why make Wen Wenlan the male lead? Tsk, what poor taste. No wonder they were her anti-fans.
"Not yet. I'll need to undergo rehabilitation training later to be able to stand completely."
"That's good too," Fang Miaomiao nodded thoughtfully. "However, don't tell anyone about your leg healing."
Wen Zhiyan's gaze shifted slightly, and he asked casually, "Why do you say that?" httpδ:/m.kuAisugg.nět
"This matter, I don't know how to explain it to you," Fang Miaomiao scratched her head in distress. "Anyway, do you trust me?"
Wen Zhiyan met Fang Miaomiao's worried gaze, "My Miaomiao, of course I trust you."
His firm gaze made Fang Miaomiao's heart beat faster inexplicably, and she quickly changed the subject, "You were talking, why are you so close to me?"
Wen Zhiyan looked down at the distance he hadn't moved and didn't expose her, "I just want to express my affirmation of you. I believe in you."
"That's good, that's good," Fang Miaomiao's words were almost incoherent. She said vaguely, "In short, if you believe me, then believe it. Your Wen family isn't doing well."
"Oh?" Wen Zhiyan's voice drew out.
"You just said you trusted me," Fang Miaomiao glared at Wen Zhiyan, not knowing what to do. "I told you, and you react like this."
Her angry glare was like the little kitten she had raised a long, long time ago. She looked fierce, but in reality, she had no deterrent power at all.
He was even curious where this little fairy came from, who seemed fierce when angry but was actually soft and lovable.
"I believe you," Wen Zhiyan, afraid of truly angering her, quickly explained, "I said, I believe whatever Miaomiao says. It's just, how do you know there's something wrong with someone in the Wen family?"
"Hmph," Fang Miaomiao glanced at him arrogantly. "If you want me to say it, I won't."
Wen Zhiyan smiled indulgently, his gaze gentle as he looked at her. "Okay, okay, if Miaomiao wants to say it, she can say it. If not, she doesn't have to, okay?"
"Are you coaxing me like An'an?"
Wen Zhiyan thought for a moment and said, "I've never coaxed An'an."
"You've never coaxed An'an?"
"Mmm."
In his opinion, An'an was a boy, and he needed to start training his character from a young age. Otherwise, when he grew up, he would be timid and like a flower in a greenhouse.
"Tsk, no wonder," Fang Miaomiao said softly.