Fang Miaomiao looked at the bowl of steaming hot and sour noodles on the coffee table and felt full for a moment.
She raised her eyes to look at Xin Xuanlai, who was gazing at her with veiled meaning, unsure whether to pick up the chopsticks or not.
"Why are you still standing there?"
Xin Xuanlai reflexively looked at Wen Zhiyan, and with a fawning smile, said, "Isn't it just to let Madam try if this hot and sour noodle is flavorful enough? If it's not good, I'll go buy another one."
Even if he had to learn and make it himself, as long as the boss wouldn't dock his salary.
"No need, no need," Fang Miaomiao quickly waved her hand. "Thank you for your trouble, Assistant Xin."
"It is our duty to serve Madam."
"Xin Xuanlai."
"Yes."
"You may go."
"Alright!"
Xin Xuanlai bowed subserviently, his actions fluid and complete as he withdrew and closed the door.
Seeing this, Fang Miaomiao turned to the solemn Wen Zhiyan beside her with a hint of annoyance, "What were you doing just now?"
"Miaomiao, I don't like it when your gaze lingers on others."
"Be clear about something, he's your assistant, your person."
Wen Zhiyan frowned, "He's not my person, you are."
Fang Miaomiao: "..."
What kind of cheesy pickup line is this?
"Can you be serious?"
"Miaomiao, I am very serious." Wen Zhiyan's deep eyes met Fang Miaomiao's gaze. "An'an is between us. Don't you think your gaze is often on An'an?"
Today, with An'an, the literal third wheel, gone, his Miaomiao had also said she had something to attend to. He had suppressed his own unhappiness to let Miaomiao go.
But now, Miaomiao was chatting and laughing with Xin Xuanlai, completely disregarding his feelings as her actual boyfriend.
Fang Miaomiao looked at Wen Zhiyan with belated realization, "Are you jealous?"
"Can't I be?" Wen Zhiyan asked earnestly. "Miaomiao, I'm your boyfriend now, but your gaze is hardly ever on me."
Not missing the flicker of hurt in Wen Zhiyan's eyes, Fang Miaomiao exclaimed, "Oh no," and moved closer to him, cupping his face with both hands. "My poor Zhiyan, why do you look so heartbreaking?"
"Are you pitying me?"
"What?"
"Are you pitying me, thinking I'm with you only because I can't walk?"
Hearing this, Fang Miaomiao pinched Wen Zhiyan's cheeks with a serious expression. "Honey, is it possible that I decided to be with you because you're rich and I can have whatever I want, whenever I want?"
"I can give you all my money, all my cards."
Hearing these sincere words, Wen Zhiyan couldn't help but burst into laughter. "Wen Zhiyan, are you trying to laugh me to death so you can inherit my debt?"
"Miaomiao, you don't have any debt."
Wen Zhiyan finished speaking, then immediately realized, "You're laughing at me?"
He had expressed his unhappiness so earnestly and sincerely, and Miaomiao was still laughing at him. So, did she really not like him?
"Oh dear," Fang Miaomiao was also afraid she had gone too far.
She understood very well that people like Wen Zhiyan, who seemed gentle and uninterested in everything, often craved affection the most. He was serious and focused in relationships, and in severe cases, he could become obsessive, leading to irreversible actions later on.
Her Wen Zhiyan was so outstanding, she wouldn't let him fall into such a path of obsession.
With this thought, her hands on Wen Zhiyan's cheeks slid down, encircling his neck. "How could I laugh at my precious Zhiyan, right?"
"You are laughing at me." Wen Zhiyan's eyes darkened.
Fang Miaomiao's heart skipped a beat. Oh no, had she really gone too far?
With that thought, she pulled Wen Zhiyan forcefully towards her.
The two of them came into intimate contact, their foreheads pressed tightly together.
Wen Zhiyan's pupils constricted, his gaze involuntarily falling on her red lips, feeling a tickle in his throat. "Miaomiao."
Just as he was about to act, to her surprise, Miaomiao cupped his head and pressed it against her shoulder.
"Miaomiao?" Wen Zhiyan was somewhat taken aback.
"Be good." Fang Miaomiao gently stroked the back of Wen Zhiyan's head. "Sister was just joking with you, don't take it seriously. My Zhiyan is so amazing, how could I bear to leave you, right?"
Hearing the word "sister," Wen Zhiyan's eyes deepened further. "Miaomiao."
"Be good, Sister will tell you one last time. You are perfect and outstanding in my eyes. Perhaps there are people in the world who are more perfect and outstanding than you, but so what? I only want you, and I only recognize you."
"Miaomiao."
"I'm very sorry, I've been busy with other things lately and have neglected you a bit. Can I apologize to you?"
She then remembered that she and Wen Zhiyan had only confirmed their relationship not long ago, and she had been rushing around everywhere, dedicating almost all her free time to Wen An'an.
The only time she and Wen Zhiyan had been alone together recently was when they were snuggled up in the living room watching a horror movie.
"Fang Miaomiao, do you know why I was with another woman? Because she had me in her eyes, she cared about me, took care of me, felt my emotions, and comforted me when I was unhappy. What about you, Fang Miaomiao? All you know is scripts, scripts, and acting, acting. Go live your life with your plays!"
Fang Miaomiao couldn't help but recall the words her scumbag ex had said to her before he left.
"Wen Zhiyan, I'm sorry. I'll spend more time with you from now on."
"Miaomiao."
"I'm here."
Wen Zhiyan wrapped his arms around Fang Miaomiao, hugging her tightly. "I like you. All you need to do is occasionally cast your gaze upon me."
Feeling Wen Zhiyan's body tremble slightly, and recalling the words of the scumbag from her past life, she thought, 'Great, now I sound like a渣女 (cheating woman/scumbag woman).'
"Don't say that," Fang Miaomiao surrendered. "We're dating now."
"Miaomiao." Wen Zhiyan held Fang Miaomiao's shoulders, making her meet his gaze.
"I'm here." Fang Miaomiao inexplicably felt a little guilty looking at Wen Zhiyan. "Why are you looking at me like that? You're making me feel so self-conscious."
"Miaomiao, I like you."
Fang Miaomiao nodded seriously. "I know."
I like you quite a bit too.
Before she could finish speaking, Fang Miaomiao felt the other person's face suddenly enlarge, and something pressed against her lips.
Fang Miaomiao's pupils widened instinctively.
She, she!
Help, why was her heart beating so fast?
"Miaomiao."
The low, resonant voice made Fang Miaomiao's scalp tingle.
"Close your eyes."
She felt countless tangled threads in her mind, buzzing and crashing chaotically, leaving her unable to think. She could only numbly follow the voice.