"What kind of divine child is this, I'm truly envious. Can't I just skip the man and the whole childbirth process and get such a cute boy? I'm genuinely, openly envious."
"Good heavens, can you believe it? While I was watching the livestream, my mom glanced over, and now she looks at me with utter disapproval, completely dismissing me. She implies that I, in my twenties, am not as filial as An'an. "
"Hahaha, we're all miserable together. My parents directly said that if I don't have a child as cute as An'an next year, they'll kick me out. Help, I don't even have a boyfriend. Where am I supposed to find such a cute little one like An'an for them? Please, Fang Miaomiao, can I borrow your An'an for a few days in an emergency?"
"The way the person upstairs is scheming, I can hear it all the way from abroad. It just so happens that I also want to hatch a similar plan."
Moderator: Dream on. An'an is our little young master, the apple of Madam's eye. No one can lay a hand on young master An'an's idea.
"Mom, are you asleep?"
Fang Miaomiao grunted. She wanted to speak, but she was too tired, she couldn't handle it. She just wanted to lie there, and there were still so many scenic spots ahead. Help, is there anyone who can come and save her?
"Mom, do your legs still ache?" Wen Yan'an, lying next to Fang Miaomiao, asked softly.
"An'an is so amazing." Fang Miaomiao, without even opening her eyes, casually gave a thumbs-up. "An'an is so amazing, but your mom is so sleepy right now. Can you let your dear mother sleep?"
The slightly coquettish voice made Wen Yan'an's little face blush. He climbed out of bed and pulled the quilt forcefully over Fang Miaomiao. "Goodnight, Mom."
Fang Miaomiao grunted a few times.
Wen Yan'an placed a gentle kiss on Fang Miaomiao's forehead, then got up to get his pen and notebook.
"Prize quiz: What is An'an writing? This question is as ticklish as a cat scratch. I won't be able to sleep until I get the answer."
"Hahaha, I've already gone to bed and covered myself with the quilt. Mom is like a sleeping beauty lying in bed, and I'm also lying in bed. They are equal. An'an is also my precious son. The quilt just now was also for me. Goodnight, comrades, I'm going to find my precious son in my dreams."
After finishing his diary, Wen Yan'an tidied up his things, got into bed, and closed the door. He hugged his mother, his actions flowing seamlessly.
Wen Group.
Wen Zhiyan looked at the two faces sleeping soundly on the screen, and felt a blockage deep in his heart. His own wife, he hadn't even kissed her, yet this brat had kissed his wife right in front of him.
And judging by his actions, it was clearly not the first time.
Angry.
The more he looked, the angrier he became.
No, he had to quickly recover his legs to their normal state. Only then would he be qualified to pursue Miaomiao. At that time, only he could kiss Miaomiao, not that brat.
Thinking of this, Wen Zhiyan picked up his phone.
"Hello?"
On the other end of the phone was a burst of noisy music.
Wen Zhiyan frowned uncomfortably. "Can you find a quiet place?"
Yuan Chao tutted, pushed away a woman who was leaning on him, and went to the restroom.
"I say, my Chairman Wen, what's the matter with you calling so late?" Yuan Chao leaned against the door, his eyes slightly closed, his slender figure attracting constant attention from passersby.
"When can I start my rehabilitation training?"
Yuan Chao had a slight headache. "My dear Chairman, I've told you this can't be rushed, it can't be rushed."
Constantly urging him like this, as if it were a matter of life and death, was troubling.
"I'm in a hurry." Wen Zhiyan looked at Fang Miaomiao, who was sleeping and even rubbing against the pillow on the camera, his eyes deep. "Dr. Yuan Chao, I'm very anxious, so can I trouble you?"
Trouble him? The powerful head of the Wen Group was asking a doctor for a favor? Was it going to rain red tomorrow?
Yuan Chao, hearing this, sobered up halfway. "Are you serious?"
"Yes, I am very serious."
A sincere and affirmative sentence actually made Yuan Chao unable to refuse. "Your rehabilitation training can start in about three days. As for how to proceed and the intensity, we will have to conduct a test in three days."
"Thank you."
Yuan Chao's temper completely disappeared upon hearing this sudden, solemn remark. "After this matter is over, our hospital needs the most advanced equipment."
"Certainly."
"Alright then."
After hanging up the phone, Yuan Chao went to the party venue and picked up his jacket.
"Yuan Chao, the night is still young, where are you off to?" his friend asked, puzzled.
"Did you leave right after taking the call? Could it be that you have a new wife at home?" the others chimed in with mischievous smiles.
"Alright, it's about time to disperse." Yuan Chao said casually. "I have some matters at home, you guys have fun. I'll cover the bill for today."
With that, Yuan Chao waved his jacket and turned to leave. He had a busy few days ahead of him.
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"Mom, we should get up. The photographer lady just came to the door to rush us."
Fang Miaomiao struggled to tuck her head further into the quilt.
"Mom, we have more tasks to do. Can you wake up after sleeping a little longer, Mom?"
Fang Miaomiao stuck out a finger and made an "okay" gesture before dropping it onto the bed.
Wen Yan'an shook his head with a helpless and doting smile, then got up to go to the bathroom to wash up.
Ten minutes later, with Wen Yan'an's help, Fang Miaomiao finally emerged from her warm slumber to wash up.
"Oh, why do you two look so listless?" Chen Tianming, seeing Fang Miaomiao about to feed an egg into her nose, chuckled. "Miaomiao, are you still sleepwalking?"
"Director, waking up early is too terrifying."
"Miaomiao, my legs are so sore." Cui Mantong was on the verge of tears. Last night, she hadn't even bothered with Cui Yongsi. After showering, she collapsed onto the bed and fell into a deep sleep. This morning, her legs felt like they weren't her own.
"Didn't you massage your legs last night, or perhaps soak them in hot water?"
Cui Mantong shook her head. "I forgot."
Besides, she was really tired at the time, feeling more exhausted than filming. She didn't have the energy to massage her legs or soak them in hot water.
Chen Huan couldn't help but twitch his lips. "To put it bluntly, you brought this upon yourself."
Fang Miaomiao pondered for a moment, then served Wen Yan'an a dumpling. "Thank you, An'an, for your help last night."
"Help with what?" Cui Mantong couldn't help but ask.
"Oh." Fang Miaomiao sat up straight and said proudly, "Our An'an massaged my feet for me last night and even covered me with a quilt while I slept."
Cui Mantong: "..."
I have to say, I'm envious. She also wished she had a son as well-behaved, obedient, and capable of giving foot massages as An'an.
Cui Yongsi could only sigh helplessly. "Mom, I'll give you a foot massage tonight too."
Having received a satisfactory answer, Cui Mantong also served Cui Yongsi a shaomai. "Sisi, eat up, let's eat heartily."