After work, Wen Zhiyan asked the driver to stop the car in the underground parking lot before sending a text message to Fang Miaomiao, who was shopping in the mall.
Twenty minutes later, the two got into the car with their shopping bags.
"I'm so tired, I haven't shopped like this in a long time," Fang Miaomiao panted slightly, leaning against the car door, "It's cooler under the air conditioning."
Wen Zhiyan handed Fang Miaomiao a wet wipe, "Was it fun?"
Fang Miaomiao nodded, her face tired, but her eyes unusually clear and bright, "It was fun."
In her previous life, her life was filled with nothing but acting, and she hadn't had this much fun in a long time.
Wen Yan'an nodded and shook his head. It was fun, but it was a bit tiring for his feet. He couldn't understand how his mother, who usually seemed lazy, preferring to sit than stand, and lie down than sit, could walk around shopping without her back or legs hurting.
His two feet were almost broken.
Moreover, when his mother received the message from his father, there was a look of not being quite satisfied and reluctant on her face.
"Okay, when we have time next, we'll continue to play, alright?"
When they come next time, he can let Miaomiao use his card, and he can carry her shopping bags behind her, like a couple to be envied.
Wen Zhiyan added silently in his heart.
"Sure," Fang Miaomiao was the type of person whose temper flared up quickly and subsided just as fast.
"Dad, your phone is ringing."
Wen Zhiyan took the phone, his brow subtly furrowed.
"What's wrong?"
"Father's call."
"It might be something important," Fang Miaomiao nodded.
He answered.
"Father."
"Where are you?"
"Preparing to return to the apartment."
"Come back to the old house for dinner tonight."
"May I ask what it's about?"
"What? Do I need a reason to ask you to come back for a meal?"
Wen Zhiyan paused, "I'll ask Miaomiao and An'an."
Wen Renhe heard this and was a little displeased but said nothing, "Mmm, your meals have been prepared. Hurry back, and my darling grandson too."
He hung up the phone.
"Miaomiao."
"What is it?" Fang Miaomiao was watching funny videos with Wen Yan'an and moved slightly, her eyes reluctant to leave the screen.
"Father wants us to go back?"
"Go back?" Fang Miaomiao then turned her head to look at Wen Zhiyan, "Go back for dinner? Sure."
"My mother will be there too."
Fang Miaomiao's eyebrows raised slightly, "Oh, Mom is here too."
Didn't old Mrs. Ran say sternly last time that she was going back to the Ran family? Could it be that she came back because of the Xin Hui matter?
Thinking of old Mrs. Ran's nature of only caring about the Ran family, it would be odd if she didn't come back.
"Don't worry, I'll try my best to go along with old Mrs. Ran."
"You don't have to put yourself in a difficult position. Just stay by my side. I'll handle my mother."
"Alright."
The driver turned the car around and headed for the old house.
A little over an hour later.
The car stopped at Yuyuan.
"Master, Madam, the Old Master and Old Madam are already seated in the dining hall."
"Good evening, Grandpa Chen."
"Good evening, Little Master." Butler Chen looked at Wen Yan'an dotingly.
"Uncle Chen, who else is in the dining hall?"
Butler Chen's smile stiffened, "There are, possibly, quite a few people."
For example, Miss Xie, Third Master, and Young Master Wen Lan.
"Miaomiao, let's go in."
Fang Miaomiao pushed Wen Zhiyan, who was led by Butler Chen into the dining hall.
Inside the dining hall, it was a scene of domestic harmony.
This made Fang Miaomiao and Wen Zhiyan, who had just arrived at the entrance, seem out of place.
"Old Master, Old Madam, Master Zhiyan and Fourth Madam have arrived," Butler Chen said respectfully.
Wen Renhe nodded, "Thank you for your hard work. You may go and attend to your own matters. No need to serve here."
"Yes."
"Grandpa, Grandma, hello," Wen Yan'an greeted them politely, "Third Uncle, Brother, hello."
"Eh, my good grandson is back. Come, let Grandma see if our family's good grandson has grown taller," Ran Lian pulled Wen Yan'an over and held him gently in her arms, "Good grandson, Grandma misses you so much."
"I miss Grandma too."
"Ahem."
Wen Yan'an ran to the prim and proper Wen Renhe and gave him a hug, "Grandpa, An'an misses you too."
"An'an is good," Wen Renhe looked at the small, well-behaved glutinous rice ball saying he missed him in front of him, and couldn't help but reach out and touch the little fellow's cheek, "Grandpa misses An'an very much too. It's just that An'an doesn't seem to come back to Yuyuan much."
"An'an is back now."
Ran Lian nodded dotingly, her gaze falling on the two who had just entered the dining hall, and her expression immediately darkened, "You're back but don't greet people, like a mute. I don't know what Wen Zhiyan sees in you."
Fang Miaomiao raised her signature smile, "Dad, Mom, good evening. Third Brother, Nephew, good evening."
"What did you just call me?"
Fang Miaomiao then looked at the person who spoke, Wen Wenlan, who was also the male lead of this novel.
It had to be said that Wen Wenlan, as the male lead, truly had his merits. He was exceptionally handsome, his face like a perfect sculpture by Nuwa, especially his eyes, which were tender and amorous, giving a feeling of flowing autumn waves.
His fair and tender skin added a youthful charm to Wen Wenlan. Tsk tsk tsk, at a glance, he was always the first to be noticed.
No wonder he could make the original owner so infatuated that she abandoned her wealthy life and caused trouble everywhere. One had to admit that the male lead indeed had the capital for it, the author's darling.
It was a pity that she now liked Wen Zhiyan, who was sculpted by time, charming, and mature, so much better than a fresh young meat like Wen Wenlan who had not been ravaged by the years.
"She is my wife, what is wrong with you calling her niece?"
"I..." Wen Wenlan paused, then lowered his head to apologize under his father Wen Zhi house's gaze, "Fourth Uncle, I'm sorry. It's my fault. I shouldn't have spoken to Fourth Aunt like that."
"Enough," Ran Lian interrupted directly, glancing impatiently at Fang Miaomiao as if she were a troublemaker, "Why is Wen Lan so surprised? Don't you know the reason? You're 30 years old, and you can't even manage your own wife. Aren't you afraid people will laugh if they hear about it?"
Fang Miaomiao wanted to speak, but a large hand took hers, giving her a sense of security.
She looked down and saw it was Wen Zhiyan.
Wen Zhiyan pulled Fang Miaomiao behind him, "Mother, I don't think Miaomiao did anything wrong. After all, people are young, and they will always have moments of poor judgment. Now Miaomiao has made the right choice, isn't that good?"
"Yes, husband, this is all thanks to your usual care and understanding," Fang Miaomiao wrapped her arms around Wen Zhiyan's neck in return and said with feigned affection, "I only realized how amazing my husband is after seeing others. Thank you, my husband, for not holding grudges."
"Miaomiao, you shouldn't say that. You are always the most important to me."