Chen Tianming: Are you sure?
"Mm, I'm sure. Director, don't worry. Regarding Wen Wenlan's matters, you don't need to manage them. Let them do whatever they want. Wen Wenlan will be handled by me."
If I don't play nicely with him, how can I live up to my title of "Aunt" now?
Chen Tianming frowned. For some reason, Fang Miaomiao had a way of making people believe her involuntarily. Compared to her past self, the current Fang Miaomiao was like a completely different person.
Could it be that she had undergone some kind of genius surgery?
With this thought, Chen Tianming hesitantly typed out a few words.
Fang Miaomiao, who was drinking water, spat it out when she saw the message.
What kind of magical surgery was this in this world?
"Miaomiao?"
"I'm fine," Fang Miaomiao waved at Wen Zhiyan. "I just saw a joke and it made me laugh."
As she spoke, Fang Miaomiao typed to Chen Tianming.
They chatted for a while longer before ending their conversation as Chen Tianming had to attend to his own matters.
Fang Miaomiao flipped over on the sofa and opened Weibo.
Good heavens, upon logging in, she discovered her private messages were at 9999+.
So powerful?
Fang Miaomiao raised an eyebrow slightly. Instead of clicking into her private messages, she went to the trending topics.
In the entertainment section, the top four hot searches were all related to her, Fang Miaomiao.
#Fang Miaomiao Takes On Her First Villain Role#
#Fei Qingqing Deletes Weibo#
#Fang Miaomiao Dares to Act Opposite a Film Emperor#
In comparison, the topic #Fang Miaomiao Peacefully Terminates Contract with Former Company# seemed a little out of place.
"Miaomiao."
"What is it?"
"Stop looking at your phone," Wen Zhiyan said. "Let's go home and watch a movie."
"Huh? Why do you suddenly want to go home and watch a movie?" Fang Miaomiao looked at Wen Zhiyan in confusion.
"I've almost finished all my work for today."
"Almost finished?"
She remembered that in the book, Wen Zhiyan was extremely busy, drowning in endless documents and meetings, often flying around the country. When reading the novel, she even felt that the Wen Corporation's success was largely due to Wen Zhiyan.
Even on the very first day she transmigrated, Wen Zhiyan had told her to take care of Wen Yanan while he went on a business trip for a week.
But now, she hadn't seen Wen Zhiyan go on many business trips, and he wasn't even going to work anymore, all just to go home with her and watch a movie?
Wen Zhiyan saw the stunned look in Fang Miaomiao's eyes and said gently, "Miaomiao, don't worry, I can still support you even if I don't work today."
"What about not working for a month?" Fang Miaomiao asked instinctively.
Wen Zhiyan frowned and thought for a moment. "It'll be a bit difficult, but I can coordinate things later and have Xin Xuan help me manage. I'll handle important matters when I have time. It should be possible."
"Miaomiao, are you planning to go out with me? Domestically or internationally? Or is there anywhere you particularly want to go? We can go together."
Seeing that he was becoming increasingly serious, Fang Miaomiao got scared and quickly said, "Just kidding, just kidding. As adults, how can we indulge in pleasure and neglect our duties? How can we set a good example for An'an's studies then, right?"
"Miaomiao."
"Let's watch a movie. We'll go back and watch a movie now," Fang Miaomiao said decisively.
It was almost five o'clock anyway, so leaving an hour or so early shouldn't be a big problem.
"Right."
Fang Miaomiao, who acted on impulse, quickly got up from the sofa. "Let's go pick up An'an, then go home, cook dinner, and watch a movie together after eating, how about that?"
"Okay," a hint of a smile flickered in Wen Zhiyan's eyes.
They got into the car.
Da Chen was driving.
On the way,
"Where is An'an learning to play the erhu?"
She hadn't seen him all day and, honestly, she missed her little An'an.
"At Yu Yuan Number Two."
"Yu Yuan?"
"Yes, Uncle Fang is a good friend of Father's and lives at Yu Yuan Number Two."
Fang Miaomiao hesitated. It wasn't that she didn't want to pick up An'an, but she was afraid of running into Madam Ran. Madam Ran was truly formidable, a picture-perfect mother-in-law from hell.
"Miaomiao?"
"Ah?" Fang Miaomiao snapped back to attention, a hint of placation on her small face. "Why don't you go pick up An'an, and drop me off at an intersection? I'll take a taxi back myself?"
"An'an isn't coming back today."
"Not coming back?" Fang Miaomiao then noticed that at an intersection, Da Chen drove the car directly towards Ming Mountain Apartments. "Why?"
"It's a tradition. An'an is apprenticed to Uncle Fang. After practicing the erhu, he stays at Uncle Fang's for the night."
"Will Uncle Fang's family agree?"
"Uncle Fang lives alone with his servants. His eldest son is abroad and rarely comes home. His second son died on duty."
"This..."
After hearing this, Fang Miaomiao's expression became complex. "It's good that An'an is staying with Uncle Fang for the night. Perhaps we could visit them sometime?"
"Uncle Fang will be very happy to know that."
Back at the apartment.
Lin Ma was not home.
"I texted Lin Ma to tell her she didn't need to come tonight."
Fang Miaomiao nodded. "Okay, then you rest for a bit. I'll go to the kitchen and see what I can make."
"No need to trouble yourself. Besides, you're probably not hungry yet, are you?"
"I'm alright. How about you?"
"I'm not hungry either," Wen Zhiyan shook his head. "We can just make something simple later."
"Okay."
As soon as the words left her lips, their eyes met, and a moment of silence fell between them.
"Miaomiao, come here."
Fang Miaomiao walked over.
They sat on the sofa.
"When is the last episode of the show you and An'an are in?" Wen Zhiyan leaned his arm on the sofa behind Fang Miaomiao.
If anyone were there, they would surely think that Wen Zhiyan was holding his little wife tightly in his arms.
"I'm not sure. Chen Tianming didn't say."
"When is the new drama starting?"
Fang Miaomiao still shook her head. "He didn't say."
"Chen Tianming," Wen Zhiyan frowned. "His efficiency is too slow."
If he worked at their company, he would probably be scolded countless times.
Fang Miaomiao laughed heartily. Just as she was about to defend Chen Tianming, her phone vibrated.
It was a video call from An'an.
She answered.
Seeing Wen Yanan on the screen, the smile on his face instantly drooped.
"Wen Yanan, what's with that expression?"
"Dad, shouldn't you be at work right now?"
He had finally managed to coax Grandpa Fang to sleep and wanted to call Mom to chat, why did he have to see Dad? And why was Dad holding his Mom!
Wen Zhiyan's eyebrows rose slightly. "Do I need to report to you when I'm with my wife?"
"Mom," Wen Yanan looked tearfully at Fang Miaomiao, who was smiling and saying nothing beside him. "Dad is bullying me."
"An'an, be good. How was your day today, An'an? Are you happy?"
"I'm happy." Wen Yanan looked into Fang Miaomiao's eyes and nodded vigorously. "I practiced the erhu with Grandpa Fang today, and I fed the koi in the pond with Grandpa Fang. The koi in Grandpa Fang's pond are so big!"
"Wow, An'an, that's amazing. You can feed fish now," Fang Miaomiao clapped her hands in praise.
Wen Zhiyan: "......"
He could also feed fish. Why wasn't he praised?