"But, Sister Zhou Li, I can't stand it!" Fang Yanhuan gritted her teeth and said fiercely, "Why are those netizens criticizing me? I just couldn't bear to leave my fans at that time, I just wanted to sing one more song for them."
Why were these people quibbling with her? Besides, the matter was resolved later, so why were they still fixated on it? And Chen Tianming, knowing that she had Wen Wenlan behind her, still dared to propose termination of contract.
Zhou Li's expression darkened: "I ask you, were the fans at the amusement park arranged by you?"
Fang Yanhuan pursed her lips and remained silent.
Zhou Li knew her artist too well: "Miss Yanhuan, can you discuss these things with me before you do them?"
Fang Yanhuan was stunned for a moment before changing the subject: "I just simply shared my itinerary in the group. Who knew that sasaeng fans would infiltrate the group? I also don't know how the group owner vetted them to let sasaeng fans in."
Hearing this, Zhou Li felt an immense headache: "Fang Yanhuan, are you trying to kill me? Have you done anything else behind my back?"
"I didn't do anything behind your back. Didn't you say my fan base has been declining quite a bit lately, and that I should give fans some benefits in the group from time to time?"
Looking at Fang Yanhuan's self-righteous demeanor, Zhou Li was at a loss for words. She remembered that Fang Yanhuan wasn't like this before. How had she become more and more brainless and unreasonable with the passage of time?
Fang Yanhuan was also afraid of angering her. She bit her lower lip and looked at Zhou Li pitifully: "Sister Li, I know this is my fault. I was also blinded by anger from Fang Miaomiao. Sister Li, please don't be angry, okay? I promise to tell you everything I do in the future, okay?"
"Sister Li, I won't oppose Fang Miaomiao anymore."
"Besides the fan issue, have you done anything else wrong?"
Fang Yanhuan lowered her head and remained silent.
Zhou Li sighed, the entertainment industry was truly a melting pot. She was such a pure young girl before, first the Fang family, then the movie king, and she herself was busy pushing her forward. She never expected that she would still be blinded by the entertainment industry.
"Sister Li, I, I know I was wrong."
Her pitiful appearance, with tears like pearls falling from a string, finally softened Zhou Li's heart: "Like I said earlier, you will stay in the hospital during this period. Don't go anywhere, and don't respond to anything online, understand?"
Upon hearing this, Fang Yanhuan knew what Zhou Li meant and quickly nodded her assurance: "Thank you, Sister Li. I'll be good from now on."
"You're tired today, so get some rest early."
After giving Fang Yanhuan a few instructions, Zhou Li resignedly returned to her office to figure out how to resolve this mess.
Fortunately, given Fang Yanhuan's status and the assistance from the Wen Lan Movie King's studio, this matter was barely suppressed.
Waking up from a sleep.
Fang Miaomiao suddenly remembered she had forgotten something.
"Mommy?" Wen Yan'an, with his eyes closed, instinctively reached out for the person next to him.
Fang Miaomiao looked at the soft, gooey little face that was begging for a hug and, without any guilt, cast the forgotten thing aside. She moved and pulled the little one into her arms.
"Mommy, you smell so good," Wen Yan'an said, hugging Fang Miaomiao's neck and nuzzling her head affectionately.
"Do I? You smell like milk, little one."
"Does Mommy like it?"
"I like it."
Wen Yan'an giggled and drifted back to sleep drowsily.
Fang Miaomiao got out of bed after Wen Yan'an fell asleep and went to wash up.
As soon as she opened the door, she saw a staff member standing outside, holding a phone.
She recognized that phone; it belonged to Chen Tianming.
"The director asked me to bring it."
"Hasn't filming started yet?"
The staff member shook his head: "Because last night's incident isn't fully resolved, filming has been delayed for today. Teacher Fang, you don't need to worry."
"Okay, thank you."
Fang Miaomiao took the phone and held it to her ear.
"Awake?"
Hearing that all-too-familiar voice, Fang Miaomiao's lips curved upwards: "Mhm, what are you doing?"
Wen Zhiyan looked at the rehabilitation room, which was empty except for a few railings, and said gently, "Just finished breakfast and heading to the company. What about you?"
Fang Miaomiao touched her nose sheepishly: "Just woke up."
What she didn't say was that she might go back to bed for a nap.
"Be good. Chen Tianming said you won't be live streaming this morning, so there's still time for another nap."
"When you get up, press the bell, and a staff member will bring you your meals."
"Wen Zhiyan."
"Hmm?"
"Isn't this considered abuse of power?"
"What do you think, Miaomiao?"
His deep, mellow voice, transmitted through the phone, made Fang Miaomiao's ears feel hot.
"Ahem, well, don't overwork yourself. Health is the foundation of everything. It's getting late, so I'll return the phone to the staff member now."
"Okay, go ahead."
Wen Zhiyan's lips curved upwards. He could already imagine his Miaomiao shyly returning the phone to the staff member, then fleeing and shutting the door, burrowing back into her blankets.
"Oh my, this is rare. Our Master Wen isn't exercising today and is just smiling foolishly while holding a phone," Yuan Chao said, entering with breakfast, unable to resist teasing when he saw the infatuated grin.
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Wen Zhiyan's expression return to normal, and he calmly put the phone aside: "You're late today."
"Tsk, alright, it's my fault today. My Master Wen, please grace me with your presence for breakfast."
Because of his recovery, Yuan Chao was responsible for all of Wen Zhiyan's meals.
"Did your legs and feet have any abnormalities when you got back yesterday?"
"No, but after soaking in the medicinal bath you gave me, my body is fine, but my legs are very itchy."
He hadn't slept all night.
"Normal," Yuan Chao said, handing Wen Zhiyan his specially prepared breakfast.
Wen Zhiyan took a bite, his brow furrowed almost imperceptibly, and then he continued eating as if nothing had happened.
Yuan Chao looked at his impassive expression and clicked his tongue: "Breakfast with no taste at all, and you can still eat it. I'm impressed."
"It's alright."
Yuan Chao gave him a thumbs-up and squatted down to examine Wen Zhiyan's legs: "The recovery is going well. I can't tell that Master Wen is quite obedient."
Wen Zhiyan finished the last bite and stared intently at Yuan Chao.
"Ahem, just kidding, no need for that," Yuan Chao said, rubbing his nose and standing up. "If this trend continues, you'll be able to walk soon."
"How soon is soon?"
"Soon is..." Yuan Chao estimated the time, "three to four days at the earliest, a week at the latest."