The next morning.
Fang Miaomiao opened her eyes to see Wen Zhiyan’s large body slumped in his wheelchair, precariously resting on the bedside table as he slept.
This warmed her heart. In both her lives combined, the only person she remembered staying by her bedside when she was sick was her grandmother.
Wen Zhiyan, what am I going to do? It seems my affection for you has grown even stronger.
"You're awake."
At some point, Wen Zhiyan, who had been sleeping on the bedside table, woke up and anxiously looked at Fang Miaomiao. "Are you hungry, thirsty, or in pain?"
Fang Miaomiao smiled and shook her head. "I'm fine, don't worry."
Wen Zhiyan's brows furrowed. He opened his mouth to say how could he not worry, but upon meeting her eyes, which were full of him, he suddenly couldn't speak. "It's good that you're fine. I'll have the doctor come and give you a thorough check-up later."
"Okay, thank you."
Her gaze, full of him, coupled with her beautiful crescent smile, made Wen Zhiyan's heart race inexplicably. He shifted his gaze uncomfortably. "Why are you staring at me?"
"You're beautiful."
The words tumbled out, making Wen Zhiyan's heart pound even faster. A faint blush crept up his handsome ear tips.
"You, how could you."
Fang Miaomiao, sharp-eyed, noticed Wen Zhiyan's reddening earlobes and felt a surge of happiness. "Are you… shy?"
"Nonsense." Just as Wen Zhiyan was about to retort, he saw Fang Miaomiao try to get out of bed. His shyness turned into panic. "You, your injury isn't healed yet. You should be resting in bed."
"I'm much better." Fang Miaomiao moved her bandaged hand. "When he stabbed me, I had my wits about me. He didn't hit my bones. It just looks serious; a few days of rest will fix it."
Mentioning this, a flicker of murderous intent flashed in Wen Zhiyan's eyes, but his tone was gentle. "Don't worry, leave this to me."
Fang Miaomiao nodded without refusal.
Just then, Xin Xuanlai arrived with documents, the porridge, and the little young master with red eyes.
Wen Zhiyan looked at the instigator with slight displeasure.
Xin Xuanlai: "........."
Help me, he didn't want this either. When he went to the apartment to pick up the nourishing porridge made by the nanny, the little young master was standing silently at the door. He was startled at the time.
He felt guilty, he was afraid. He tried to reason with the little young master, to make him understand his good intentions, but the little young master just looked at him with his big, watery eyes.
His stubbornness tugged at his heartstrings. The nanny later said that when she came to make breakfast today, the little young master was sitting on the sofa holding a pillow, silently staring at her until Xin Xuanlai arrived, and then his gaze shifted to him.
That was the young master. He couldn't just ignore him.
Xin Xuanlai sighed deeply and finally resigned himself to bringing the young master to the hospital with him.
When Fang Miaomiao saw Wen Yan'an, a wave of guilt washed over her. She instinctively tried to hide her injured hand behind her.
Unexpectedly, the little guy seemed to read her mind. He trotted to her other side, his eyes red. "Does it hurt?"
"It's fine, I don't hurt."
Looking at his wrist, wrapped in layer after layer of bandages, Wen Yan'an couldn't hold back his tears any longer.
Actually, what he hadn't told her was that he knew everything that happened last night.
He knew she had carried him to bed and gently coaxed him to sleep. He knew there were bad people outside. He wanted to struggle to get up and take her away, but he felt powerless, unable to do anything.
He could only feel her placing him in the closet and closing the door.
He wanted to call out to her, to tell her not to worry about him and to leave quickly, but afterwards, he couldn't even open his eyes, let alone speak.
Mom.
His mother had put him in the closet and faced the unknown dangers outside alone.
No, don't go.
The door opened.
He heard many voices.
He heard his father telling those people to let his mother go, saying he could be a hostage, but his mother said she was fine and not to worry about her.
Later.
What happened later?
He didn't know.
When he woke up again, he was lying in the small bed at the apartment.
He looked around and for the first time realized how empty it was.
The darkness around him seemed like the devils from the TV, slowly encroaching on his space.
He was scared, he was terrified, but he knew now was not the time to worry his parents. His mother hadn't returned yet, she must be in pain.
He was a good child. He had to wait for his mother obediently at home.
He mustered his courage, got out of bed, and turned on all the lights. The light dispelled some of his panic.
It was replaced by a greater sense of emptiness.
He wanted to find his mother.
He wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes and was about to open the door to wait for his mother when he suddenly heard her voice.
She had said there were bad people outside and he had to wait at home.
Right, there were bad people outside.
He went into his mother's bedroom and sat on the sofa, hugging her pillow.
He had promised his mother he would wait for her obediently at home.
"Mom, I'll blow on it for you, and it won't hurt after I blow."
As soon as he finished speaking, the entire hospital room fell into an eerie silence.
Wen Yan'an finally realized what he had said. He lowered his head in a panic, his face etched with anxiety.
He, how could he have accidentally spoken his true feelings?
Mom, will she be unhappy?
Is it because he wasn't good enough, that he didn't deserve to be called her son?
Fang Miaomiao looked at Wen Yan'an, standing by her bedside, head bowed, and at a loss, feeling a tightness in her chest.
At this moment, a hint of unease also appeared on Wen Zhiyan's usually placid face.
Will she accept An'an?
Time ticked by.
Fang Miaomiao remained silent.
Wen Zhiyan's face showed a hint of unbearable pain.
Wen Yan'an bit his lower lip tightly.
It's okay, it's okay. I must not have done well enough before, that's why Mom doesn't like me. I'll work harder in the future.
"You, eat your breakfast."
"Then, could An'an please blow on it for Mom?"
Wen Yan'an's eyes snapped open, and he looked at Fang Miaomiao, who was smiling at him.
"What?" Fang Miaomiao tilted her head slightly, feigning ignorance. "Were what An'an just said not true?"
"No, I'll blow, I'll blow for Mom." Wen Yan'an looked at the hand in front of him, unsure what to do for a moment, and could only look at Fang Miaomiao with teary eyes.
His vulnerable appearance made Fang Miaomiao's heart tremble.
"Why are you crying?" Fang Miaomiao took the tissue Wen Zhiyan handed her, shifted her position, and carefully wiped the tears from Wen Yan'an's face. "What? Am I asking too much to be your mom?"
"Not at all," Wen Yan'an choked out in rebuttal.