The two of them looked at their phones for a while before Fang Miaomiao became very sleepy.
"An'an," Fang Miaomiao said groggily to Wen Yan'an, "Be good and play by yourself for a while, okay? Your mommy is a bit sleepy."
"Okay."
Wen Yan'an ran to his bedroom, got a small blanket, and gently covered Fang Miaomiao with it before finding a copy of "100,000 Whys" and settling down quietly on the sofa to read.
...
"I'm sorry, miss, I didn't mean to. Can you please not tell the manager? If the manager finds out I'm clumsy, he'll definitely fire me."
Fang Miaomiao uncomfortably fiddled with her white dress, stained with red wine, and frowned. Was she dreaming again? What kind of dream was this? It felt like a bad one.
Just as she was about to say "you're welcome," she found her hand moving uncontrollably towards the waiter, who was crying buckets, and slapped her.
The sound of the slap silenced the surrounding noisy crowd.
"Fang Miaomiao, what are you doing?" Fang Miaomiao looked at Wen Wenlan striding angrily towards her. "Why are you making things difficult for a waiter in such a setting?"
Fang Miaomiao looked up at him. "She stained my designer dress. Isn't it normal for me to slap her?"
Ah, seeing this scene, she understood. She was reliving a plot that wasn't in the book, and her current body wasn't under her control. She could only be an observer.
"Film Emperor Wenlan, you don't need to speak up for me. This is what I deserve. If I had been more careful, I would have seen someone's foot sticking out, and I wouldn't have accidentally tripped and spilled red wine on Miss Fang's clothes."
"What do you mean?"
"I... I didn't mean to, but this dress is half my salary. I really can't afford it." The waiter, covering her face, made to kneel. "Miss Fang, if you're unhappy, hit me a few more times. As long as you're happy, please spare me."
"What kind of damn dress costs half your salary?"
Some people gathered around, mocking, "This is just a dress from a few years ago, it's already out of season. Miss Fang, I know you're in financial difficulties now, but you shouldn't extort a waiter."
"Hahaha, don't say that. Maybe she just really likes wearing this dress. After all, she was raised in the Fang family for decades, how could she be reduced to extorting people?"
"Hahaha, who knows."
"Shut up," Fang Miaomiao impatiently interrupted everyone. "What I want to do is none of your business. You people are always minding other people's business, are you sick or not?"
After speaking, Fang Miaomiao glared at the waiter and, pulled by her agent, went up to the third floor.
"You should take off the dress to avoid catching a cold. I've already contacted my assistant to bring a replacement."
Fang Miaomiao frowned. "I remember I brought another set of clothes."
"How could that be? When you had red wine on you, I went to the car to check. There were no other clothes."
Although Fang Miaomiao was confused, she said gratefully, "Then thank you, Sister Li."
"It's nothing. We're in this together now, so I naturally have to protect you. Alright, you stay in the room, and I'll wait outside for the clothes."
"Okay."
Watching Sister Li close the door, Fang Miaomiao vaguely recalled which scene this was.
"Fang Miaomiao, Fang Miaomiao, are you letting me see your memories to help you clear your name or something?" Fang Miaomiao felt a dull ache in her head, and a bit dizzy.
Damn it.
Fang Miaomiao's mind suddenly cleared. Had she been drugged?
Thinking this, Fang Miaomiao didn't care if her body was under her control or not, and instinctively bit her tongue.
The intense pain made her momentarily clear-headed.
She used all her strength to rush outside.
Opening the door.
She stumbled outwards, her limbs weak.
However, she didn't feel the expected pain.
Instead, she heard a gloomy shout.
"Fang Miaomiao."
Before she could react, she was forcefully pushed.
She fell clumsily into the corridor.
For a moment, the flashing lights of the paparazzi blinded her.
"What kind of melodramatic plot is this?"
Fang Miaomiao suddenly opened her eyes.
"Mommy, you're awake?"
Fang Miaomiao smelled the aroma of food from the kitchen and, after a long pause, asked with a dry throat, "An'an, what time is it?"
"It's six o'clock, Mommy," Wen Yan'an handed a glass of water to Fang Miaomiao. "Mommy, drink some water. Your throat seems a bit dry."
"Thank you."
Fang Miaomiao drank it down in one gulp, and only then did she feel that not only had her throat recovered, but her body had also regained some strength.
"Where's your dad?"
"Mommy, Dad gets off work at 6:30."
As she said this, Wen Yan'an looked at Fang Miaomiao with some concern. "Mommy, were you having a nightmare just now?"
"How did An'an know?"
"Mommy was talking in her sleep, and her brows were furrowed from time to time."
And most importantly, she couldn't wake Mommy up.
It was only when Aunt Lin came in that she said Mommy was being entranced by a dream, and in such cases, it meant someone in the dream was telling her something, so she shouldn't worry. Once Mommy knew what the dream messenger told her, she would wake up, so she shouldn't worry.
He thought, perhaps the previous Mommy wanted to tell Mommy something, or perhaps that Mommy wanted to take back this Mommy's body.
He was very scared, so he sat by Mommy's side, waiting for Mommy to wake up.
Only when he saw the familiar look in Mommy's eyes did he sigh with relief. It was good, this was still his current Mommy.
"I'm sorry for making An'an worry." Fang Miaomiao didn't miss the slightly red eyes of Wen Yan'an and felt more apologetic.
"Mommy is here with An'an, so there's no need to apologize."
As soon as Wen Zhiyan returned home, he saw them looking at each other on the sofa. "An'an, Miaomiao, what's wrong?"
"Dad? Why are you back so early?"
"I finished my work at the company, so I got off early."
"Master Wen is back," Lin Ma said with a smile as she brought out the food. "An'an was almost scared by Madame."
"Scared? What happened?"
Lin Ma simply recounted what she had just seen.
"Miaomiao?"
Fang Miaomiao looked at the serious faces of the three and felt like crying and laughing. "I'm really fine, just had a nightmare. It seems I shouldn't sleep too long in the afternoon anymore, or I'll have nightmares."
"Really fine?"
"Really, more real than gold." Fang Miaomiao stood up from the sofa and pulled Wen Yan'an to the dining room. "Let's eat, I'm so hungry."
"Yes, Madame, I have one more dish."
After placing all the dishes on the table, Lin Ma left.