After getting the answer she wanted, Wen Yan'an's eyes widened at a speed visible to the naked eye, making them look even better.
Cui Mantong tsk-tsked a few times and teased a certain little one, "It seems like little friend An'an didn't hear the praise I just gave. That's really sad."
"No," Wen Yan'an said earnestly to Cui Mantong, "An'an heard Aunt Mantong's exclamation."
"You just prefer your mother's praise, didn't you."
Wen Yan'an lowered his head shyly.
"Hahaha," Cui Mantong almost laughed until tears came out from how cute he was. "Alright, alright, I was just joking with you. Go find your mother quickly. I need to go see what's going on with my son now."
"Goodbye, Aunt Mantong."
"Goodbye." Cui Mantong wanted to pat his head, but then she remembered she was wearing makeup and thought about what if she smudged it. So, she put her hand down. "What a handsome little guy."
"Mom."
"Good boy, I need to go get my makeup done too. An'an, don't run around, okay?"
"I know."
Fang Miaomiao reluctantly entrusted the photographer who was following Wen Yan'an to keep an eye on him before heading to the makeup room.
"Sister Miaomiao, you have such good natural skin," the makeup artist said enviously.
"Thank you."
Seeing that she had no intention of continuing the conversation, the makeup artist quietly applied her makeup.
To match the theme.
Fang Miaomiao chose a jade green qipao, the same as An'an.
When she changed and returned to the backstage waiting area, she saw staff gathered in a huddle.
Fang Miaomiao's heart sank, and she hurried over.
"What's wrong?"
"Mom?"
The protagonist in the middle had a flicker of amazement in his eyes when he saw Fang Miaomiao. "Mom, you look so beautiful."
"When have I ever not looked beautiful?" Fang Miaomiao's gaze fell on a young girl who was looking down and silent. "What happened?"
"It's okay, I'm not hurt."
"Hurt?" Fang Miaomiao's eyes darkened slightly. "What happened?"
"I'm so sorry, I really didn't mean to. There were too many people just now, and I was bumped by something, and I accidentally touched little friend An'an." The young girl's eyes were also red, and she said with a look of anxious apology.
"Staff?"
The girl shook her head. "I'm a part-timer."
"Mom, it's okay. The photographer uncle shielded me just now, I'm not hurt," Wen Yan'an said, taking Fang Miaomiao's hand. "Really, Mom."
"It's alright."
"Did the photographer capture what happened clearly?"
The photographer shook his head and said apologetically, "There were too many people, it wasn't captured clearly."
"It's okay, thank you very much for your help just now."
According to their account, there were many people there earlier. If An'an had been pushed down, there might have been a stampede.
But she didn't sense any malice from the girl, and seeing her flustered and uneasy appearance, she didn't seem to be lying. Could it be that she was overthinking things?
"What are you all standing around for? It's almost your turn," Chen Tianming walked over and asked curiously. "What's going on? Why are so many people gathered around? Watching a show?"
"It's nothing, we're coming right over."
The spotlight shone on the stage.
The host's introduction was filled with excitement, and enthusiastic shouts and cheers came from the audience.
Fang Miaomiao led Wen Yan'an onto the stage in the dark.
"Let's give a round of applause to Fang Miaomiao and little friend Wen Yan'an for their wonderful performance."
As soon as he finished speaking.
A soft light fell on the two of them.
They exchanged a look and smiled.
【She's here, she's here. She's here with her singing. Is it Fang Miaomiao or Fang Yanhuan? We'll have to wait and see.】
【Ahhh, you all want to hear the song, but I'm different. I just want to look at Fang Miaomiao. This person's face is absolutely stunning. When that light hit them just now, I really didn't know what to say. She's so beautiful. Isn't this exactly the scene of a stylish lady from a traditional Chinese family taking her young master out?】
【The sister upstairs is spot on. This jade green qipao is so beautiful. It turns out that Miaomiao's beauty isn't just her face; her refined aura is also stunning.】
The music began.
It was a pleasant erhu melody, tinged with a touch of melancholy.
The sound was soft, yet it caused the lively crowd to stop discussing the previous song.
"Counting the ripe red beans as spring passes, in the lonely dusk."
A clear and penetrating voice echoed throughout the venue through the microphone.
The crowd involuntarily turned their gaze to the stunning figure on stage.
"Wow, why does it suddenly sound good?"
"I think so too. The last song really blew my mind. So, an outdoor concert can be this quiet and comfortable."
"Fang Miaomiao's voice is so beautiful, like the sound of a mountain spring. I can't get enough of it."
The clear voice, carrying the slight loneliness of the erhu, complemented each other perfectly. It was as if the sound was a light shining into the abyss, pulling that lonely figure out.
At that moment.
Not only the outdoor venue.
Even the viewers in the livestream forgot to type their comments and simply stared blankly, listening to the song in silence.
【I cried listening to it. So, is the erhu a reflection of An'an? Is he actually very lonely, and Miaomiao is his light, pulling him out of the abyss? This is the only feeling I got after listening to this song.】
【I cried too. So, it wasn't that Fang Miaomiao needed to please An'an to secure her position in the Wen family; it was always An'an who couldn't leave Miaomiao. What kind of family bond is this? It's so touching.】
【I don't care, tonight's best performance goes to An'an and Miaomiao.】
"Miaomiao," Wen Zhiyan watched them finish singing and exchange glances on stage, the complex emotions in his eyes could no longer be contained. "Miaomiao, you're here to save me and An'an, aren't you?"
"Miaomiao, please wait for me. When I'm better, I will definitely stand up and give you everything you want, and then we'll enter the hall of marriage hand in hand. Neither I nor An'an will let you leave us, Miaomiao, wait for me."
"Miaomiao, you're amazing! Your singing almost made me cry."
"No, that's also thanks to the song."
"It's really good," Chen Huan also praised happily.
However, the cute outfit on Chen Huan looked strangely out of place.
"Yes, Sister Miaomiao, how come none of us knew you could sing? I thought we were at least friends, right Senior Zhou?"
Zhou Jiaxin's eye twitched, and she didn't reply.
"Really? It's alright, we're not that close," Fang Miaomiao said with a faint smile, her gaze falling on others. "Senior Zhou, Mantong, Huanhuan, good luck. We'll be cheering for you backstage."