Fang Miaomiao opened her eyes, looked at the familiar ceiling, and was stunned for a while. When she was about to get up to investigate, she found a baby lying next to her.
The baby was lying on its side, its soft, doughy face facing her, its mouth opening and closing, looking small and cute.
"An'an?" Fang Miaomiao looked at the little one sleeping soundly, and with a wry smile, she poked his forehead. Then she lay back down.
The little baby always had a magical milky fragrance, a scent that wasn't cloying and smelled particularly comfortable.
Fang Miaomiao carefully reached for her phone on the bedside table.
What greeted her eyes were countless missed calls and WeChat messages.
Fang Miaomiao raised an eyebrow.
She unlocked the phone and opened it.
The missed calls and WeChat messages were all from Sister Li.
After a quick scan, Fang Miaomiao indifferently closed her phone.
Then she closed her eyes and went back to sleep.
Just as she was about to fall back asleep, the little one, as if guided by a navigation system, burrowed into her arms.
"Well, well, An'an, you can pretend to be asleep now?"
"Good morning, Mama."
The soft, groggy voice melted Fang Miaomiao's heart: "Good morning, An'an. When did you wake up?"
"I woke up when Mama was using her phone."
"You didn't tell me." Fang Miaomiao pinched Wen Yan'an's nose. "Also, young Mr. An'an, when did you climb into my bed? Why didn't I feel anything?"
"It rained last night, and An'an was scared, so he came to find Mama."
"It rained?" Fang Miaomiao tilted her head and looked outside. The sky did seem a bit gloomy. "I'm sorry, Mama slept a bit too soundly last night and didn't notice the rain."
"Mama doesn't need to apologize. I came over when it thundered last night, and I slept very comfortably afterwards."
Fang Miaomiao rubbed Wen Yan'an's head: "An'an is so smart. Since you're awake, go wash up and have breakfast. Also, say good morning to your dad for me. Your mom needs a little more time to get ready."
"Okay, Mama doesn't have to go to work, so you can sleep in a bit longer."
"No, I can't." Fang Miaomiao shook her head and said, "Your mom has something to do later."
Wen Yan'an blinked in confusion, looking at Fang Miaomiao uncomprehendingly.
"Your mom is planning to terminate her contract with the company."
Initially, she had a desire to slack off, thinking she had a lifetime of wealth and could just coast. But now, she had ten million fans, and she knew that in the future, Wen Zhiyan would be kicked out of the company by his grandfather and be jobless.
So, shouldn't she find a job and save some money? As for other jobs, she wouldn't be able to do them and had no experience. In that case, it would be better to return to her old profession. At worst, she wouldn't work as hard as before, and acting in one drama for a few months would be fine.
Thinking this way, the troubles of going to work seemed less daunting.
However, the most important thing for her now was to terminate her contract with that unscrupulous company. If she didn't leave soon, she might be sold by them.
"Does Mama not want to go to work anymore?"
"No, just changing workplaces." Fang Miaomiao said to Wen Yan'an with a serious face, "One must have dreams. If one doesn't have dreams, what's the difference between them and a salted fish? Your mom likes acting, so I've decided to continue acting."
"Does Mama like acting?"
"Barely."
She had done it for a lifetime. She couldn't be 100% sure if she truly liked acting, but it was enough to make a living. As for liking it, she didn't know, couldn't say for sure.
"Mama, you said something wrong just now."
"Which part?"
"Actually, even if a salted fish flips over, it's still a salted fish." Wen Yan'an said very seriously.
Fang Miaomiao: "..."
Was that the point? That wasn't the point, was it? How come this child was showing signs of being a little rascal?
Fang Miaomiao raised her hand and ruffled Wen Yan'an's hair, then waved him away: "You, hurry up and get up, wash up, and have breakfast. Your mom needs to ponder life."
Wen Yan'an chuckled: "Mama doesn't have to work, but since Mama likes it, Dad and I will support Mama 100% in pursuing her career and making a name for herself. Mama, you can do it!"
Hearing this, Fang Miaomiao gave Wen Yan'an, who was getting out of bed, a strained smile: Thanks a lot. She really didn't want to make a name for herself. The path to conquering the world was too difficult.
"Why did you come out of Mama's room?"
"Good morning, Dad."
"Good morning."
"It thundered last night, so I ran into Mama's room to sleep."
Wen Zhiyan looked at Wen Yan'an, who was happily trotting towards his bedroom, with a complex expression. He had waited by his wife's room until late at night, only to find out she hadn't come to his room to sleep. So, this little guy had intercepted her. He was thinking about letting An'an stay at Imperial Garden for a while tonight.
The more he thought about it, the more feasible this plan seemed. Just as he was about to call out, he saw Wen Yan'an peeking his head out of the bedroom with a smile: "Oh, right, Mama asked me to say good morning to you in her place, and she said that after you finish breakfast, you should go to the company by yourself, because she'll be going out with me to handle something later."
"Handle what?"
"Terminating the contract," Wen Yan'an scratched his head. "Mama said she wants to restart her career, and the first step is to terminate her contract with the company."
Terminating the contract?
Wen Zhiyan narrowed his eyes slightly, remembering something: "Alright, you hurry up and wash up, then come and have breakfast with me."
"Aren't you going to call Mama to get up for breakfast?"
"Mama's breakfast is kept warm. She can eat it whenever she gets up. Sometimes, we can't rush girls, you know?"
Wen Yan'an nodded and went back to his room to wash up.
After the father and son finished breakfast, Fang Miaomiao finally came out of her bedroom after washing up: "Morning, everyone."
"Have breakfast. Lin Ma made it."
"Thank you."
"An'an mentioned that you're going to terminate your contract?"
"Yes, today is the day to terminate the contract."
"Miaomiao, have you thought about your future plans?"
"Not yet. After Director Tian Ming's variety show ends, I'll think about which company to join."
"Have you considered starting your own studio?"
Fang Miaomiao chuckled: "Opening my own studio? The cost would be too high, and my current conditions aren't suitable for opening a studio."
Even if she did open one, she wouldn't be able to manage it. She knew nothing about business management or managing people.
"Does Miaomiao want to open one?"
"Of course!" Fang Miaomiao blurted out. "When I have money and can establish myself in the entertainment industry, I'll open a studio, sign artists, and make them work for me, hahaha."
"That's a good idea."
"Don't you think my idea is a bit naive?"
In her past life, she never even had her own studio before she died.
"Why? If you have something you want to do, just go for it. If the sky falls, I'll be here to support you. You don't have to be afraid."
Fang Miaomiao smiled: "You speak well."
Wen Zhiyan looked at Fang Miaomiao with a smile, without saying anything.