“But, darling, seriously.” Fang Miaomiao glanced at Wen Wenlan, then suddenly realized and continued, “I just figured out why I had a good impression of nephew Wenlan before.”
“Why?”
“Honey, don’t you see it?” Fang Miaomiao, adhering to the principle that “a tree without bark will surely die, and a person without shame is invincible,” continued, “Nephew Wenlan looks a bit like you. I must have been captivated by you when you were young.”
“Ahem.”
“Fang Miaomiao, can you be more serious? Don’t speak so recklessly.” Ran Lian turned her eyes away in disdain, “What? Is the Wen family’s food not enough to shut your mouth?”
“Mom and Dad are so affectionate,” Wen Yan'an said with a chuckle.
“Silly child, can such things be said in public?” Wen Renhe also coughed a few times, asking Wen Yan'an to sit in his seat.
Immediately, Wen Renhe pretended to be angry and glared at Fang Miaomiao, “Do you look proper? Aren’t you afraid Miss Xie will laugh at you?”
“Not at all.” Xie Wanqing gave an embarrassed smile and said to Wen Renhe, “Grandpa Wen, this just shows how deep their feelings are. A family with deep feelings will naturally have abundant blessings that cannot be blocked.”
“Hahaha, I agree. Back then, I felt that Miaomiao had a connection with our Wen family.” Wen Renhe said with nostalgia, “When I sent her photo to Zhiyan, he agreed without a second word.”
He recalled what the master had said about the Wen family’s fortune continuing for generations if Fang Miaomiao married into their family, and he strongly agreed. Now, he could clearly feel that under Miaomiao’s influence, An'an had become much livelier.
Wen Renhe said with relief, “Alright, you two stop messing around and sit down to eat. Miaomiao, in front of you is a nourishing soup I specifically asked the kitchen to make for you. You’ve been working too hard on the show.”
“Thank you, Dad,” Fang Miaomiao said with a smile.
“You’re already married, yet you’re always out in public. What exactly do you want to do?”
“Mom, isn’t it good for me to have a job of my own?”
Seeing her dare to retort, Ran Lian immediately put on her mother-in-law’s airs, “You are Wen Zhiyan’s wife, An'an’s mother, and the daughter-in-law of our Wen family. Isn’t your mission to take good care of the family and produce heirs for our Wen family?”
“Mother, this is our issue,” Wen Zhiyan interrupted, “I like seeing Miao Miao working outside, full of vitality.”
Just as the atmosphere was becoming awkward, even on the verge of breaking into open hostility, a pair of chopsticks picked up a mushroom and placed it in Ran Lian’s bowl. “Grandma, eat. This is your favorite mushroom.”
“Oh, my precious grandson actually knows what Grandma likes to eat,” Ran Lian looked at the little one who was serving her with surprise, “My precious grandson is so obedient.”
“Grandma, let’s not be angry, okay? If Grandma is unhappy, An'an will also be sad.” Wen Yan'an comforted her, “That variety show, I wanted to go. I met friends I liked on it.”
“Okay, okay, okay.” Ran Lian was so flattered that she immediately forgot about asserting her authority. “Grandma is not angry, as long as our An'an likes it.”
“Grandma eat, Grandpa eat too.”
The meal passed peacefully, thanks to Wen Yan'an’s sweet bombardment.
After seeing Xie Wanqing off, Wen Renhe said,
“Stay behind for a while, I have something to discuss with you.”
The study.
“Dad, is there something you want to keep our third brother here for today?” Wen Zhijia asked, keeping their third brother and subtly hinting for their mother and fourth sister-in-law to leave.
“Wenlan has grown up. I wonder if Wenlan has a girl he fancies?”
“What is Grandpa’s intention?”
“Dad, you’re not going to pull those old traditional stunts and arrange blind dates for my Wenlan, are you?” Wen Zhijia leaned back on the sofa with a smile.
“Shut up, you father. You’re idle all day. Do you know your son is almost 25? When I was his age, I already had a son.” Wen Renhe gave Wen Zhijia a look of disappointment.
More importantly, he had accidentally overheard that the Ran family was once again plotting something.
Wen Wenlan’s heart skipped a beat upon hearing this and he quickly said, “Grandpa, I have someone I like. She is a very good and kind girl.”
“Who?”
“Her name is Fang Yan Huan.”
Fang Yan Huan?
Wen Renhe frowned, feeling the name sounded a bit familiar. “What does she do? What is her family situation?”
“Yan Huan is an actress like me. Her parents are also in business, the Fang family.”
“The Fang family? Isn’t that Fang Miaomiao’s family?”
Wen Renhe suddenly realized, “You mean the Fang family’s newly found daughter?”
“Yes, Grandpa. Yan Huan is well-educated and exceptionally kind.”
Compared to that fake eldest daughter Fang Miaomiao, she was worlds apart. Fang Miaomiao was an ugly duckling, and even if she wore a phoenix skin for decades, it couldn't change her ugly duckling nature.
Wen Wenlan didn’t say the last sentence aloud.
“Is Fang Yan Huan really that outstanding?” Wen Renhe looked at Wen Zhiyan. He was old and didn’t pay much attention to these matters. If it weren’t for the Ran family plotting against them again, he wouldn’t have cared whether Wen Wenlan was dating or had someone he liked.
“I’m not sure.”
Wen Renhe nodded thoughtfully, “Alright, if you have time in the future, bring that young lady named Fang Yan Huan to our house for a visit.”
Wen Wenlan’s heart filled with joy, and he immediately stood up to thank him, “Thank you, Grandpa, I understand.”
Wen Wenlan, lost in his own world, did not notice his father’s deep gaze.
After leaving Yuyuan,
Wen Zhijia looked at Wen Wenlan with displeasure, “Didn’t I tell you to break up with that girl from the Fang family?”
“Father, why?” Wen Wenlan asked, confused. “Yan Huan is the kindest girl I’ve ever met in this world. I don’t want to lose her.”
Wen Zhijia sneered, “How did I give birth to such a stupid son? Didn’t you hear what your grandfather meant just now?”
“I know.”
“Then you still say you like Fang Yan Huan?”
“I don’t want to spend my life with someone I don’t like.”
“Don’t you want the position of the head of the Wen family?”
“Isn’t there my fourth uncle?”
Although he noticed that his fourth uncle’s eyesight might not be good, how could he have fallen for a woman like Fang Miaomiao who was greedy for wealth, ungrateful, and shamelessly chased after him after getting married.
“I…” Wen Zhijia almost slapped Wen Wenlan when he saw his son’s righteous demeanor. “Are you planning to stay in that broken circle forever?”
“I’m in the acting industry, not the entertainment industry.”
He disdained the entertainment industry.