"What do you want?"
Zhou Wenjing's voice was hoarse on the other end of the phone. "Miaomiao, your father is sick. Do you want to come to the hospital to see him?"
Hearing this, Fang Miaomiao felt a strange sense of resistance. "There are doctors in the hospital, and you, Madam Fang, along with Miss Fang Yanhuan, are by Mr. Fang's side. That's already enough."
"Miaomiao, your father has been calling your name in his dreams. Do you really have to be so heartless?"
"The doctor said Mr. Fang isn't sick."
"The report isn't out yet. He fainted in his study last night, and it wasn't until this morning when the maid went to clean his study that he was discovered and sent to the hospital."
Fang Miaomiao was silent for a moment, unsure whether to laugh at Zhou Wenjing's heartlessness or to praise their terrible acting.
"Miaomiao."
"Madam Fang, please stop treating me like an idiot, alright? Your husband spent the entire night in his study and didn't come to the bedroom, yet you could sleep so soundly?"
"I, I didn't know Fang Yuan was in the study. I thought he was working at the company."
"Oh, so you two are estranged? Your husband was in his study all night, and you didn't call to ask about him?"
"Of course, I trust my husband. Fang Miaomiao, do you know what you're saying?"
Fang Miaomiao opened the car window, letting the wind lash against her cheeks. "I know exactly what I'm saying."
"Fang Miaomiao, he is your father, after all. He raised you for so many years. If not for merit, there's at least effort. He's in the hospital now, and you won't even come to see him. Where is your conscience?"
"You ate it, didn't you?"
From the original body's memories, Fang Yuan and Zhou Wenjing weren't particularly good to her. They were busy with work and always left the original body alone at home, accompanied only by a nanny.
That nanny wasn't just dishonest but also secretly abused the original host. Not giving her food was considered good. Once, the nanny even brought her own child to live in their villa.
That child, just like his mother, had dishonest hands and eyes. At night, he sneaked into the original host's room while she was sleeping, intending to commit indecent acts against the young original host.
It was only then that the original host bit off the man's ear and escaped.
Fearing that the matter would escalate, the nanny made her son leave the villa. From then on, the nanny treated the original host with verbal and physical abuse.
Later, when the original host's mother became pregnant and wanted to rest at home, she miscarried for some unknown reason. Zhou Wenjing always believed that the original host's constant sulking made her unborn child unhappy, and when the child was unhappy, it didn't want to stay in her womb.
In short, the original host's life in the Fang family was a living hell, utterly miserable.
Zhou Wenjing and Fang Yuan must have forgotten these things, otherwise, how could they so brazenly rob the original host of her betrothal gifts and shamelessly demand that the original host transfer the money Wen Zhiyan gave her each month to their Wen family's account?
How on earth did they manage to be so thick-skinned?
Fang Miaomiao wondered if Fang Yanhuan would feel fortunate that she wasn't yet a member of the Fang family when she learned about all this.
Thinking of this, Fang Miaomiao let out a cynical laugh.
"What are you laughing at? Fang Miaomiao, don't forget, you owe me."
Hearing the somewhat deranged voice on the other end of the phone, Fang Miaomiao called out, "Zhou Wenjing."
"What did you just call me?"
"Zhou Wenjing, are you sure I owe you?" Fang Miaomiao was very certain that the original host had not harmed Zhou Wenjing's unborn child. On the contrary, she had looked forward to Zhou Wenjing's child.
"You, you, you're taking advantage of the fact that the Wen family is behind you and acting lawlessly, no longer recognizing your own parents, right?"
"My parents, are you them?" Fang Miaomiao no longer wanted to play these games. She felt it was a waste of time and tiring.
As for the original host's biological parents, she had no intention of looking for them. She wasn't the original host and didn't yearn for them.
"Fang Miaomiao." Zhou Wenjing could no longer control her emotions and screamed.
Fang Miaomiao found it noisy and hung up directly. She sent a message to Wen Zhiyan and then set her phone to silent. "Da Chen, please wake me up when we arrive."
"Madam, is there a possibility that you didn't mention where you're going?"
Fang Miaomiao paused and said apologetically, "Sorry, just to..."
Beep!
She glanced at the message. "Go to Wen Zhiyan's company."
Her boyfriend had asked her to come to the company to find him.
"Understood, Madam."
Closing her eyes.
Fang Miaomiao tried her best to cast aside the annoying and headache-inducing thoughts from her mind.
After an unknown amount of time.
She had actually fallen asleep in the car.
"Madam, we've arrived."
Fang Miaomiao blinked, and it took her a while to regain her senses, looking at the familiar building.
She went up to the company as if she were familiar with the route.
"Madam."
"Good morning, Madam."
"You all carry on with your work, no need to greet me specifically."
"Madam."
Fang Miaomiao nodded to Xin Xuanlai, who was walking towards her.
"Master Wen is in a meeting. Madam, please come this way."
Entering Wen Zhiyan's office.
It felt the same, yet somehow different.
On the coffee table were fruits, snacks, a laptop, and even her script.
"What's going on?"
"Master Wen asked me to get these from the apartment," Xin Xuanlai said with a smile. "Master Wen was afraid you'd be bored staying here."
"Thank you."
Xin Xuanlai smiled politely and withdrew.
Fang Miaomiao sat on the sofa and picked up the script to read.
She became engrossed.
She didn't even notice when Wen Zhiyan entered.
"Wen Zhiyan, when did you come in?" Fang Miaomiao looked at his focused profile as he worked, feeling a slight daze.
Indeed, men who work seriously are handsome, and her man, Fang Miaomiao's man, was the most handsome.
Wen Zhiyan put down his work and met Fang Miaomiao's gaze. "Around three o'clock. Miaomiao, have you had lunch?"
"Not hungry," Fang Miaomiao pointed to the fruit she had unconsciously finished.
"I'm sorry. The company is preparing to enter the T-country market these few days, so things have been a bit hectic." Wen Zhiyan said apologetically to Fang Miaomiao, then sent a message to Xin Xuanlai to bring up some lunch.
"No need for such trouble, just bring a bowl of hot and sour noodles."
"Hot and sour noodles?"
"Yes, they're sour and spicy, and very delicious."
Fang Miaomiao's mouth watered just thinking about the taste.
"Okay."
Xin Xuanlai looked at the message from Master Wen: Hot and sour noodles? When did Master Wen become so down-to-earth? No, it's Madam who likes strong flavors.
Thinking of this, he slapped his forehead. He finally remembered what he had forgotten. Da Chen had said Madam didn't eat lunch. Help, he's going to be docked pay again.
Wuwuwu.
How many times has he been docked pay this month?
Why does he feel so sad?
No, to avoid losing his little bit of money, he had to find the best hot and sour noodles. That way, if Madam is happy, maybe Master Wen won't dock his pay?