"An'an, Mom has something very important to do next, so can you give me some time? I'll come back after I'm done. What do you say?"
Fang Miaomiao cleverly chose to change the subject instead of answering the devilish question that was akin to "If I and your mother fell into the water, who would you save first?"
Although Wen Yanan was reluctant, he knew he shouldn't disturb his mother, so he obediently nodded, indicating he could go back to his room and wait.
"An'an, you're so good." Fang Miaomiao stroked Wen Yanan's head with her uninjured hand.
Sigh, I was planning to just drift through life without a care, but An'an is just too well-behaved, too obedient.
Especially the flustered and anxious look he had this morning, afraid of saying the wrong thing and upsetting her, made her heart ache.
Fine, fine, it's just raising a child. It's not like I can't do it. Besides, Wen Yanan is cute and handsome. Just looking at him a few more times a day will improve my mood.
Moreover, Wen Yanan is already around five or six years old and doesn't require too much of my attention. Having such a grown son without experiencing the pain of childbirth, all in all, I guess I've profited.
"Then, I'll come find you later, okay?"
"Okay." Fang Miaomiao smiled indulgently without reservation. "Good boy, go ahead."
Wen Zhiyan, who had been witnessing everything from the side, said a little enviously, "Miaomiao, you seem to like An'an a lot?"
"An'an is very well-behaved," Fang Miaomiao replied instinctively. "I think very few people could resist such a well-behaved and obedient An'an."
Wen Zhiyan remained silent.
A silence fell over the room once more.
Fang Miaomiao turned around and saw Wen Zhiyan looking at her from behind with a resentful expression.
That look made her feel like she was some kind of scummy woman abandoning her husband and child.
She strongly suspected she was mistaken. "You, what are you doing?"
As soon as she spoke, the resentful expression vanished.
This made Fang Miaomiao's mouth twitch. "By the way, aren't you going to work today?"
"It's the weekend today," Wen Zhiyan said calmly. "You, you're changing the subject."
"What?" Fang Miaomiao looked at Wen Zhiyan, quite bewildered. "What subject did I change?"
Or did I forget something I promised him? That shouldn't be the case, my memory is quite good, and I haven't recalled anything relevant.
Seeing Fang Miaomiao's confused expression, a subtle flicker of disappointment flashed in Wen Zhiyan's eyes. "Never mind, I'm going to the study to get some work done. You can just contact Xin Xuan later. As for how you're going to stream, that's up to you."
"Alright, alright."
Sensing the slightly awkward atmosphere at the moment, Fang Miaomiao immediately put on an expression of "I'm doing this for your own good" and looked at Wen Zhiyan. "Then you go and be busy, leave the rest to me."
Just kidding, you can rely on men, but you also need to have your own strength.
Wen Zhiyan calmly withdrew his gaze. To be honest, when he was in the hospital before, the way she looked at him made him feel that the atmosphere between him and Miaomiao had become closer. But as soon as they returned home, Miaomiao was back to her old self, self-reliant and not needing him at all.
Tsk, annoying.
When will his relationship with Miaomiao be able to advance further?
Soon, he dismissed the thought, feeling it wouldn't do. After all, his legs hadn't recovered yet, and if he wanted to pursue her, he had to be in his best state.
With this in mind, Wen Zhiyan's earlier disappointment vanished as he pushed his wheelchair back to the study.
He made a phone call.
"No, I say, Master Wen, are you trying to torment me to death today?"
Yuan Chao, who was driving, couldn't help but complain to Wen Zhiyan on the phone. "I'm driving right now."
"Yuan Chao."
"I'm here, go ahead."
"When can we start rehabilitation training?"
The hurried breathing made it hard for Yuan Chao to ignore. "Why are you in such a hurry? I still need to go back to the hospital to thoroughly examine your reports before I can propose targeted rehabilitation suggestions and plans."
Wen Zhiyan frowned slightly. "How long will it take?"
"One..." Yuan Chao suddenly felt a chill run down his spine, and the "year" was forcefully changed to "month."
"So long?"
"Long?" Yuan Chao was so angry that he directly pulled his car over to the side of the road. Regardless of Wen Zhiyan's status, he picked up his phone and said, "Do you know that your legs right now absolutely cannot afford any mishaps?"
When he took on this task, he wished he had more time to thoroughly research how to better ensure that Wen Zhiyan's legs could stand up successfully.
After saying "a month" just now, he couldn't help but want to slap himself. Why was he so timid when facing Wen Zhiyan?
"I know."
"You know? I think you're just pretending to know." Yuan Chao adhered to the excellent principle of "since I'm going to be confrontational, I might as well go all the way."
"If you knew, you wouldn't say that a month is too long. Even a simple fracture takes half a month to rest and recover, and in severe cases, it takes a month before one dares to cautiously get out of bed and walk."
And here he is, someone who has been numb and without sensation in his legs for years, and as soon as he discovers that his nervous system and legs are starting to connect, he can't wait to stand up, walk, jump, or even fly.
What does he think I am? Ultraman? Or Iron Man?
"Yuan Chao, I have very important things to do," Wen Zhiyan said, rubbing his temples.
"Don't talk about it. Today, even if the King of Heaven comes, or if it's the end of the world, you have to listen to me." Yuan Chao directly interrupted, with a touch of earnestness. "Wen Zhiyan, you've suffered enough. Who knows if this isn't the time when hardships lead to sweet rewards?"
"Are you at a crucial moment now? Are you trying to risk everything and drive away all your sweetness?"
In his opinion, Wen Zhiyan's situation was a heaven-sent miracle. As long as he listened to him carefully and followed the rehabilitation plan he devised, he would definitely be able to get out of the wheelchair successfully.
"Master Wen, both you and I need to wait patiently now." Yuan Chao calmed down. He rubbed his head. "I'm sorry, I raised my voice just now, but since I've taken charge of your situation, I must be responsible to the end."
This was his duty as a doctor.
"I understand," Wen Zhiyan knew he was too impulsive. The thought of being able to formally pursue Miao Miao after he stood up made him eager to stand up right now.
"After I return to the hospital and thoroughly study it, I will immediately start devising your rehabilitation training."
"Thank you."
After hanging up the phone, Wen Zhiyan leaned back in his wheelchair, a hint of颓废 atmosphere surrounding him.
Upon closer inspection, one could see his hands on the wheelchair trembling slightly.
Wait a moment, just wait a little longer.
Wen Zhiyan raised his hand to cover his eyes, which had turned red at some point.