This action was completely unexpected by everyone present.
Looking at the bun, covered in dirt and lying quietly on the ground, the tears in Wen Yan'an's reddened eyes could no longer be held back.
She had made a bun for herself, and she hadn't protected it.
"Hmph, since you won't give it to me, then you don't get to eat it either," Chen Jiabao said, looking at Wen Yan'an, who stood with her back to him, raising her chin triumphantly.
"An'an," Cui Yongsi called out uneasily.
"You child, I told you to be obedient and just give the bun to Jiabao, but now look, no one gets to eat it," Wang Qing scoffed.
After returning to Hongshan Village, she hadn't stopped causing trouble. She hadn't expected that her husband would slap her in front of so many servants as soon as they returned to the villa, telling her to stop being unreasonable and causing trouble.
She blamed that slap on Fang Miaomiao and Wen Yan'an. If they hadn't disobeyed her earlier, why would she have felt resentment and pushed them down?
If they had agreed to Xu Jiajia's demands and apologized to her online, she wouldn't have resorted to faking illness to force them through public opinion.
If Fang Miaomiao had agreed to her suggestion from the start, she wouldn't have been hit by her husband. All of this was because of Fang Miaomiao, that vixen.
Wen Yan'an stared intently at the bun on the ground. Finally, disregarding the broken skin on her palm, she knelt down without a word and picked up the bun.
It was still warm.
He wanted to eat her bun, right?
"An'an."
Wen Yan'an shook her head, then turned and pushed Chen Jiabao to the ground. Before anyone could react, she stuffed the bun in her hand into Chen Jiabao's mouth, saying, "You like to eat it, right? Then eat more."
"Ah! Wen Yan'an, what are you doing!" Shen Jianini, who was closest, tried to intervene but was scared back by a look from Wen Yan'an.
"What are you all standing there for? Hurry up and pull them apart!"
Chen Tianming felt a throbbing in his temples. He quickly stopped the livestream and ordered people to break up the fight.
Wen Yan'an looked small, but she was unusually strong. Moreover, the staff were afraid of hurting her, so several people couldn't hold her back.
"Eat, you wanted to eat it, didn't you?"
"An'an, that's enough." Fang Yan Huan stood by, watching this farce with a frown. No wonder Wen Lan disliked this child, Wen Yan'an; she seemed to have no manners. "It's just two buns, can't you just go back to the kitchen and get more?"
Wen Yan'an paused her actions, got up from the stunned Chen Jiabao, and calmly met Fang Huan Huan's displeased gaze. "He wanted to eat a bun, so I gave him one. Is there a problem with that?"
"Is that how you feed someone a bun?" Shen Jianini, no longer willing to hide her temper after the livestream was turned off, said, "Besides, it fell on the ground. Who knows how many germs are on it? Wen Yan'an, you've gone too far."
"Mom, he bullied me. You need to teach him a good lesson," Chen Jiabao said, furious that he had been pushed down by someone younger than him and forced to eat something so dirty. He wished he could kill this person.
"Teach who?"
A soft, clear voice echoed, like a depth charge thrown into a courtyard.
When Chen Tianming heard that voice, his right eyelid twitched uncontrollably.
It's over!
Even worse, Shen Jianini's thoughtless voice reached his ears: "Fang Miaomiao, you've come at the perfect time. Can you control your son? Look at how your son has bullied my Jiabao."
"You're looking for me for an explanation?"
"Otherwise?" Shen Jianini said impatiently.
"Oh, you're not pretending anymore?" Fang Miaomiao acted as if she hadn't heard Shen Jianini, looking around thoughtfully before nodding. "I see why you're not pretending anymore. It turns out the surrounding livestreams have all been shut down. Director Tianming, have you thought about your statement later?"
Under two intense gazes, Chen Tianming truly wanted to quit. Damn it, he would never do variety shows again. They were all so troublesome, and he couldn't afford to offend any of them.
"Fang Miaomiao, are you hearing me talk?"
Fang Miaomiao ignored the clamor and walked to Wen Yan'an's side. "Why aren't you looking up?"
Wen Yan'an, like a child caught doing something wrong, lowered his head, his chubby fingers nervously fiddling with his clothes. "I'm sorry."
"Why do you need to say sorry?" Fang Miaomiao was a little confused. She had seen Wen Yan'an's rough actions earlier and, while a bit surprised, thought it was acceptable. After all, she herself believed that if others didn't bother her, she wouldn't bother them. But if they did, it wouldn't be resolved with a simple apology.
"I shouldn't have fought, I shouldn't have refused to yield to others."
Grandma had told him that no matter what he did, he shouldn't harm harmony. But he didn't want to, didn't want to give up what was his.
"Do you regret it?" Fang Miaomiao interrupted him before he could speak. "Honestly, follow your heart."
Wen Yan'an hesitated for a moment, then looked up at Fang Miaomiao and said firmly, "I don't regret it."
Even if he did regret it, it was for not hitting hard enough, which allowed Chen Jiabao to still yell at him.
But she just looked down at him, not saying a word.
This made Wen Yan'an's pupils tense, and his breathing quicken. Did he really do something wrong?
Before he could utter "I'm sorry" again, Fang Miaomiao raised her hand and ruffled his hair. "Today, you did a great job."
"Really?"
"Of course. Wen Yan'an, there's a saying: the one who provokes first is the one to blame. What you need to do is bravely say no, and then fight back." Fang Miaomiao looked at Shen Jianini with a half-smile. "This is my attitude towards you, Senior Jianini. I wonder if you're satisfied."
"Fang Miaomiao," Shen Jianini's face darkened, looking like the wicked witch from a fairy tale. "How dare you?"
Fang Miaomiao shrugged indifferently. "Just like this. If you have any real ability, show it. Why all this nagging, like an old woman?"
Saying this, Fang Miaomiao took Wen Yan'an's hand and walked towards the kitchen.
Suddenly, she seemed to remember something. "Oh, right. We were talking about disciplining children just now, and I forgot one thing."
With that, Fang Miaomiao let go of Wen Yan'an's hand, stepped forward a few paces, and slapped Shen Jianini's face, which was covered in so much powder.
A crisp "smack" echoed through the air.
Shen Jianini clutched her face in disbelief, glaring at Fang Miaomiao. "Ah, you actually dared to hit me."
Fang Miaomiao sneered dismissively. "A father's fault is in not educating his child; poor character is your fault. Fortunately, I'm older now, so it's just a slap."
If it were in her past life, she would have made Shen Jianini deeply realize her mistakes.