On the airplane.
Wen Yan'an clutched Fang Miaomiao's hand tightly.
"Mom, Dad will be alright, won't he?"
"He'll be fine," Fang Miaomiao said, holding Wen Yan'an and comforting him. "We talked on the phone this morning, and your dad is fine. Shall we go back to him now?"
"I'm scared," Wen Yan'an said, his eyes red and his body trembling slightly.
As far back as he could remember, his grandmother had told him that his father couldn't stand because of a car accident.
His grandmother had also said that if he hadn't been disobedient, he would have had a car accident like his father.
His grandmother always thought he didn't remember, but he did.
Therefore, he had always had an inexplicable fear of cars.
This feeling only began to fade after his mother appeared.
"Don't be afraid. Your dad is amazing. If he says he's fine, he'll be fine," Fang Miaomiao continued to comfort Wen Yan'an.
Although this incident hadn't appeared in the book, the entire text hadn't mentioned any other disasters Wen Zhiyan had experienced. If anything, the disasters that followed were caused by the original owner.
It was probably because Wen Zhiyan wasn't the protagonist that these plot points weren't written, but the overall plot shouldn't change much.
So, all in all, Wen Zhiyan would definitely be fine.
She wasn't sure if she was comforting Wen Yan'an or trying to convince herself.
Fang Miaomiao kept repeating that everything was fine.
They got off the plane.
Xin Xuanlai was already waiting in the VIP channel.
As soon as they got in, Xin Xuanlai sped towards the apartment.
"Brother Xin Xuanlai, is my dad really alright?"
Xin Xuanlai glanced at Fang Miaomiao and reassured Wen Yan'an with certainty, "Young Master An'an, please rest assured, Master Wen is fine. Heaven has looked out for us; the car didn't hit us."
What was even more miraculous was that after the car accident, the lucky charm Master Wen had just received spontaneously combusted and turned into ashes.
Even more amazing, through investigations, it was discovered that the truck driver was also a bad person. The police said that both the truck driver and the car driver were fugitives.
He had even trembled with fear as he went to rescue that truck driver earlier.
Turns out, none of them were good people.
"By the way, Madam, we have apprehended Zhou Hui and sent him to prison."
"Zhou Hui? Who is that?"
Xin Xuanlai's eye twitched. "Zhou Hui, the assistant director from the variety show, who took money to harm you and the young master. He fled in fear and was caught by Master's men."
After a beating, he was sent to the police station.
Fang Miaomiao remembered what the director had said earlier, about someone spreading rumors and making her and Wen Yan'an climb the snowy mountain together.
She nodded. Thinking about the little one being in the car, she didn't ask too many questions.
Back at the apartment.
Wen Zhiyan, dressed in casual clothes, was sitting in the living room, working on his laptop.
"Master Wen, I've brought them back."
After speaking, Xin Xuanlai wisely closed the door and went about his own business.
He wasn't sure if it was his imagination, but ever since Madam started participating in the variety show, his interactions with the police had increased. First, it was that shameless mother and daughter pair, then Shen Jiani, and a series of others, and now Zhou Hui.
Tsk.
He was truly a dedicated assistant.
"You're back?"
Wen Zhiyan saw them and put down his laptop, looking at the two of them gently.
He beckoned.
Wen Yan'an, with red eyes, stood at the entrance, gazing intently at Wen Zhiyan. His body trembled slightly, but he didn't move.
"Why aren't you coming over?" Wen Zhiyan asked, a doting smile on his face. "I'm really fine. See the sun? I have a shadow."
Wen Yan'an couldn't hold back and rushed into Wen Zhiyan's arms. "Dad."
Feeling the child's tremor,
Wen Zhiyan carefully held him. "An'an, be good. Dad is fine."
"I thought, I thought I would never see you again." Wen Yan'an sobbed uncontrollably in Wen Zhiyan's arms. "I thought."
"There's no 'you thought.' An'an, Miao Miao and I will always be here, growing up with you, watching you get married and have children," Wen Zhiyan said firmly.
"Dad."
Before Miao Miao arrived, An'an only called his father, rarely using the word "Dad." After Miao Miao arrived, although An'an would call his father, his tone was nowhere near as excited or happy as when he called Miao Miao "Mom."
This was the first time he had heard An'an call him with such emotion.
"I'm here."
Wen Yan'an held his waist tightly without speaking.
Until...
He fell into a deep sleep.
Listening to his faint snores,
Wen Zhiyan looked at Fang Miaomiao with a mixture of helplessness and indulgence. "Miaomiao, he's asleep."
"I'll carry him to the bedroom to sleep."
In the living room,
The two looked at each other in silence.
"Miaomiao."
"Hmm?"
Wen Zhiyan looked at Fang Miaomiao's face, his heart racing and his palms sweating.
Originally, he had planned to wait until he could stand before walking proudly to Fang Miaomiao and confessing his feelings.
Until today, when he was on the verge of death, his mind was filled with Fang Miaomiao's every smile and glance.
As he watched the car get closer and closer, he had only one thought: he had forgotten to confess to Miao Miao.
It didn't matter if his legs were alright or what Fang Miaomiao thought of him; he just wanted to tell her that he liked her.
What about waiting for his legs to heal, what about being afraid of being disabled and unable to bring happiness to Miao Miao? It was all nonsense.
If he could survive and see Miao Miao, he would confess to her the moment he saw her.
He wanted to keep Miao Miao by his side.
"Miaomiao," Wen Zhiyan met Fang Miaomiao's gaze, his hands involuntarily clenching. "I..."
"What?" Miao Miao tilted her head, looking at Wen Zhiyan in confusion.
She had seen the elegant Wen Zhiyan, the master strategist, the confident, even lonely Wen Zhiyan.
This was the first time she had seen him so flustered.
"Miaomiao, when I was almost in that car accident today, what was I thinking?"
"Thinking what?" The serious, solemn gaze made Fang Miaomiao inexplicably panic.
Could it be, as Ran Lian had said, that Wen Zhiyan also felt they were incompatible and that she brought him bad luck, and was therefore considering divorce?
Help!
Could her romance be withering before it could even bloom?
"Miaomiao, at that moment, my mind was full of you."
"What?" Fang Miaomiao looked at Wen Zhiyan, who was only half an arm's length away, in astonishment.
"Miaomiao, can you let me finish this time?" Wen Zhiyan swallowed, speaking nervously.
He was afraid that if Miao Miao interrupted again, he wouldn't dare to say it.
Fang Miaomiao nodded.
Wen Zhiyan took a deep breath. "I like you. I've always liked you. I originally planned to confess after I could stand up, but the car accident this morning made me impatient. I was afraid I would die without you knowing my feelings."
"Miaomiao, I really like you. I want to be with you forever. Will you?"