After dinner, the three of them watched variety shows in the living room for a while, and then Fang Miaomiao went to wash up.
"An'an, can you tell me what happened just now?"
"Mom had a nightmare just now, I felt like she was in so much pain in her dream." Wen Yan'an shuddered when he thought of the scene earlier. "But I couldn't wake her up, Dad, I couldn't wake Mom up."
"Don't be afraid, An'an, Dad is here."
Wen Zhiyan hugged Wen Yan'an into his arms. Wen Yan'an instinctively clutched his clothes for a while before slowly recounting the afternoon's events.
"It's okay, Mom just had a simple nightmare. An'an, you don't need to worry. I have nightmares sometimes too. Don't be afraid, it's just a dream, it won't come true."
He also wouldn't let things that shouldn't appear, appear before them.
After finally comforting An'an.
When Fang Miaomiao came out, she saw the father and son hugging each other, and Wen Yan'an, whose eyes were red and looked like he had been crying: "What's going on with you two?"
"Mom."
Seeing Fang Miaomiao, Wen Yan'an directly withdrew from Wen Zhiyan's embrace without hesitation and ran towards Fang Miaomiao.
Hugging Fang Miaomiao's waist, he raised his head and said in a soft and pitiable voice, "Mom, An'an wants to sleep with you and Dad tonight."
Originally, he wanted to sleep only with his mother, but he was afraid that the bad guy in his dream would come to find his mother, so he thought of letting his father sleep with them. That way, the bad guy might go to his father and not come to his mother, and then his mother could sleep well.
Wen Zhiyan naturally knew what the little guy meant by that. However, given that he was allowing the three of them to sleep in the same bed, he wouldn't argue with the little guy.
"Isn't that... not good?"
"Mom, please, An'an has never slept with Mom and Dad before."
Fang Miaomiao: "..."
Could it be that the nap this morning was an illusion?
"Miaomiao, you and An'an go to sleep first. I suddenly remembered that there's still some unfinished business here."
"Mom?"
"Okay, okay, okay."
It's just sleeping, where she sleeps is where she sleeps.
Wen Yan'an's eyes lit up, and he pulled Fang Miaomiao to his father's bedroom.
After they entered the bedroom, Wen Zhiyan pushed his wheelchair to the study.
After working for a while, he looked at the screen filled with talk of gods, demons, and ghosts, feeling his head ache.
Encountering Miaomiao, his scientific worldview was shaken, even on the verge of collapse.
If, as An'an feared, Miaomiao were to leave them one day and go to another world.
He didn't know how he would face that scenario.
No, absolutely not.
Wen Zhiyan thought of something and, with a trembling right hand, opened the cabinet beside him.
Inside, a brocade pouch lay quietly. It was given to him by a young Taoist named Qing Jiu when they went to Qing Dao Temple.
As the small car sped towards them with reckless abandon, he heard Miaomiao's panicked shout, and his mind went blank for a moment. KuAiδugg
Was he really going to die here?
But suddenly, he felt an intense burning pain in the hand holding the brocade pouch. He instinctively opened his hand and saw a golden light erupting from the pouch.
The dazzling golden light made him unable to open his eyes and see what was happening around him.
Immediately after, he heard Xin Xuanlai gasp in the front.
He slowly opened his eyes.
He found that behind their car, the reckless small car and a large truck had crashed into each other at some unknown time.
And the brocade pouch that had been emitting golden light from his hand was nowhere to be found.
Later, he researched this matter and learned that brocade pouches were used to ward off disasters, and after warding off a calamity, they would turn into ashes and disappear.
However, he didn't expect that after the car was returned, they found the driver lying in the car, on the verge of death. Wen Zhiyan recognized him as the person who had betrayed him before.
Upon seeing him, the man, with tears streaming down his face, kowtowed and apologized, constantly muttering about ghosts.
The doctor diagnosed the driver with madness, and a madman's words could not be used as evidence.
To avoid alerting the enemy, he finally had Xin Xuanlai and Da Chen send the driver to a mental hospital and had informed the hospital's director not to allow anyone to visit.
When Xin Xuanlai returned, he was holding a brocade pouch.
"Master Wen, it's a shame you didn't go to the mental hospital. We found the brocade pouch that young boy Qing Jiu gave you on that person. And that person was truly mad. When he saw the brocade pouch, he kept shouting 'ghost, ghost' and even rammed his head against the wall."
Looking at the clean brocade pouch in Xin Xuanlai's hand, Wen Zhiyan said nothing, only took it.
He knew very well that the scene in the car was not a dream. That golden light was only seen by him.
For a long time afterward, he often sent people to investigate Qing Dao Temple, but every person who returned said there was no young boy named Qing Jiu there.
Wen Zhiyan rubbed the brocade pouch between his fingers: "What exactly are you?"
After looking at the brocade pouch for a while, Wen Zhiyan put it back in the cabinet and turned off the computer, returning to the bedroom.
Wen Yan'an had already fallen asleep.
Fang Miaomiao was still leaning against the headboard, reading a script by the bedside lamp.
"Miaomiao, why aren't you asleep yet?"
Fang Miaomiao scratched her head: "I slept too long this afternoon, so I'm not sleepy tonight."
Wen Zhiyan paused: "Miaomiao, you shouldn't sleep for too long during your afternoon nap. It can make you uncomfortable and prone to nightmares."
Hearing this, Fang Miaomiao couldn't help but laugh and cry: "I'm really fine this afternoon, don't listen to An'an talking nonsense."
"I know. Then I'll go wash up."
Wen Zhiyan said, taking his clothes into the bathroom.
Listening to the sound of water flowing in the bathroom, Fang Miaomiao lowered her eyes and looked at Wen Yan'an, who was sleeping soundly beside her.
The last time she had a dream, the original host said goodbye to her. She thought this body would be completely hers then, but today she had another dream.
She only saw the events unfold, but she didn't know what the original host truly wanted.
Was it for her to avenge the original host? Or to clear the original host's name?
Both sounded difficult, and she didn't want to do either.
She even less wanted to encounter the original male lead, Wen Wenlan.
She didn't have any grand ambitions, like necessarily fulfilling the original host's wishes. She just wanted to slack off, maybe fall in love, and dote on the child.
However, all of these things were conditional on her gaining control of this body.
"Tsk, so annoying." Fang Miaomiao irritably put down the script and picked up her phone.
She tapped on the trending searches.
A trending search caught her eye.
#Qing Dao Temple Has Over a Thousand Years of History#
Qing Dao Temple.
This name sounded a bit familiar.
Fang Miaomiao quickly checked her bank messages. Sure enough, the last transaction of one million yuan was to Qing Dao Temple.
Why did the original host transfer such a large sum of money to Qing Dao Temple? Or, what role did Qing Dao Temple play in their switching bodies?