As Wen Zhiyan entered the bathroom, Fang Miaomiao sat on the sofa.
Wen Zhiyan's bedroom, like the man himself, was simple and exuded a comfortable vibe.
Bored while waiting, Fang Miaomiao decisively took out her phone and opened Weibo.
She hadn't checked her phone since Cui Mantong said her Weibo had exploded.
The first trending topic caught her attention.
#WangQingTaxEvasion#
A "hot" explosion icon followed.
She clicked on it.
It was a post from an official tax Weibo.
A quick read revealed that Wang Qing had evaded taxes amounting to over 640 million yuan, with back taxes and penalties totaling 1.339 billion yuan.
"Impressive," Fang Miaomiao's lips twitched. Her current net worth was only a hundred thousand yuan for variety show appearances. The script fee for Chen Tianming's drama was something she'd obtained through relentless begging, coercion, and temptation.
@MostLovedGossip: Holy crap, 640 million! I can't even dream of that much money. I know celebrities make a lot, but I didn't expect it to be so easy. My jaw is on the floor.
@IAmTheUltimateDramaQueen: Honestly, they should implement policies to control celebrity income. It's just too high. I'm practically green with envy. Some of them aren't great actors but get paid more than anyone else. Wang Qing, are you planning to stay on the trending list all day? This morning it was some murder case, and now tax evasion. Amazing.
@LeekDippedInScallions: Unfollowing. I've liked Wang Qing for 7 years, and only now do I realize what kind of person she is. Honestly, what more do we fans have to do for you? We vote for you daily, create data, promote you, buy your endorsements. What have you been doing? Wang Qing, do you think you've done right by all your fans? Goodbye, I'm tired.
Fang Miaomiao looked at the comment section, having a premonition that the entertainment industry would be very busy tonight.
"Miaomiao?"
"Ah?"
Fang Miaomiao looked up.
Wen Zhiyan, dressed in a casual suit, stood at the bathroom door.
Fang Miaomiao was so startled that she almost dropped her phone, instinctively standing up from the sofa.
"You, you can stand up now?"
"Miaomiao, does it look good?"
"It looks good, it looks good." Fang Miaomiao quickly walked over to support Wen Zhiyan. "You, how did you manage to stand up?"
"Didn't I tell you before that my legs seemed to have some feeling? After examination, the doctor said I had a 50% chance of standing. I've been doing rehabilitation training all this time. Before, I'd fall after standing, but now I can stand for a while."
"That's amazing."
Saying that, Fang Miaomiao quickly pushed out the wheelchair from the bathroom and carefully helped Wen Zhiyan sit down. "You scared me to death just now, you know."
"Miaomiao, aren't you happy?"
Fang Miaomiao raised her hand and playfully tapped Wen Zhiyan's forehead, like she would with An An. "What, do you think I dislike you?"
"No, I don't." Wen Zhiyan panicked upon hearing this and quickly grabbed Fang Miaomiao's retreating hand. "I, I didn't mean that. I just want to present the best of myself to you."
"Miaomiao, just now, I shouldn't have spoken so carelessly."
His flustered explanation made Fang Miaomiao shake her head helplessly. When reading the book, she only thought of him as a handsome, taciturn, and lonely CEO. After spending time with him since transmigrating, she'd come to appreciate his personal charm. He was calm and collected, not harsh on employees, respected elders, and loved children. He was practically a perfect person.
His flustered state seemed to be reserved only for her.
She concealed her inner joy, raising her hand to cover his lips. "What's the rush? I didn't misunderstand, and I know you want to give me your best."
Wen Zhiyan gazed at Fang Miaomiao intently. Seeing that she wasn't fooling him, he breathed a sigh of relief and took Fang Miaomiao's hand. "I didn't."
"I know you didn't, and I believe you didn't." Fang Miaomiao said with a smile. "I have a lot of confidence in my judgment."
"Then I thank Miss Fang for her trust." Wen Zhiyan appeared calm as a rock on the surface, but his heart was filled with joy.
His Miaomiao not only bought him clothes but also praised him.
"You're welcome." Fang Miaomiao playfully nudged Wen Zhiyan's ear, which was about to turn crimson. "No wonder An An is so easily shy; he takes after you."
"You, are you teasing me?" Wen Zhiyan narrowed his eyes slightly, a glint of darkness flashing in his gaze.
Fang Miaomiao immediately took a step back, clasping her hands behind her back. "Don't talk nonsense. I didn't. It's getting late. I need to check if An An is asleep. You have work tomorrow, so get some rest early."
"Miaomiao, I can't sleep early."
Fang Miaomiao was puzzled. "You still have work?"
Wen Zhiyan gave Fang Miaomiao a meaningful smile.
"Ahem, lock your door tonight. I'm a sleepwalker. If you don't lock the door tonight, I might do something bad to you in my sleep, and then I'll be in trouble."
"I wouldn't mind."
Fang Miaomiao coughed a few times, avoiding Wen Zhiyan's gaze even more. "Goodnight, goodnight."
With that, Fang Miaomiao didn't even look at Wen Zhiyan, bypassed him, and walked straight out of the bedroom.
Can't win, can't win.
She should make fewer jokes like this in the future.
Wen Zhiyan watched the retreating figure, a smile playing on his lips, his eyes filled with affection and longing. Locking the bedroom door was impossible. It would be impossible for the rest of his life, unless his Miaomiao married him later.
The night brought mixed fortunes to different households.
Fang Yan Huan kept refreshing the trending topics.
"What happened to Wang Qing?"
Her assistant brought her water and said, "They say she offended someone, and Feng He can't protect her, so they're sacrificing her."
"Isn't Wang Qing Mrs. Chairman Xu of Feng He?"
The person she would spend her life with, to be discarded so easily?
"Although Feng He appears to be Chairman Xu's, it's primarily managed by Xu Jiajia. Moreover, Wang Qing's actions were illegal, with conclusive evidence and such a large sum. Feng He cannot protect her."
Tax evasion that serious?
A flicker of guilt crossed Fang Yan Huan's eyes. It seemed someone had called her earlier asking her to pay back taxes, but she'd blacklisted the number as a scammer.
In her opinion, the money she earned was hers. Why should she hand it over? Besides, there were so many people in the entertainment industry evading taxes. If they were going to investigate, they shouldn't target a minor celebrity like herself.
"Alright, you don't need to stay here. You can go home early today."
The assistant hesitated. "But, Sister Li asked me to stay and look after you."
"Do I pay your salary or does Zhou Li pay you?" Fang Yan Huan suppressed her panic and said impatiently. "As for Sister Li, I'll call her myself."
After the assistant left, Fang Yan Huan called Zhou Li and told her about the tax evasion.
After a long pause, a sigh came from the other end of the phone. "Don't do such things again. The authorities are cracking down on this now. If this comes to light, no one can protect you."
After hanging up, Zhou Li wearily went back to dealing with the matter.