"How is that possible," Fang Miaomiao said, lying on the bed with one foot dangling over the edge, swaying back and forth idly. "I never lie. Grandma told me this."
Whenever Grandma went out to check the crops at night, she would earnestly tell her that children who went out at night would be snatched away by the big bad wolf.
"Really?"
"Of course," Fang Miaomiao tilted her head, raising an eyebrow as she looked at Wen Yan'an. "When you grow up, you can go out at night."
"How old is 'grown up'?"
Fang Miaomiao thought for a moment, "Is ten years old considered grown up?"
Hearing this, a surge of wronged feelings welled up in Wen Yan'an's heart.
He glanced at Fang Miaomiao, then placed a pillow on Fang Miaomiao's side, lay down, and turned his back to her.
Fang Miaomiao had no idea about the complex emotions brewing within the little one. She was currently pondering why Fang Yan Huan's parents had asked Fang Yan Huan to bring her back.
She remembered that this plot hadn't seemed to be in the book. Could she have missed it?
Wen Yan'an waited for a long time without receiving any comfort. Feeling both angry and wronged, he spoke, "You're not comforting me."
Fang Miaomiao's thoughts were pulled back by his voice, "Ah, what's wrong?"
"I'm only five, and it'll be a long time before I'm ten."
Fang Miaomiao was stunned. What was the big deal about it taking a long time?
"You!"
How could she be so indifferent? Did that mean she didn't want to go out with him at night? Was he not cute, not well-behaved?
The more he thought about it, the more wronged Wen Yan'an felt, and he began to cry.
Fang Miaomiao was confused, very confused. She turned around and looked at the small, yet stubbornly retreating figure, quietly sobbing.
He looked like a abandoned little beast, curled up and licking his wounds alone, which made her feel rather at a loss.
She thought for a moment, then, just like when her grandmother hugged her when she was little, she reached out and hugged the little one. "Don't cry, okay?"
"I, I still have a long way to go to grow up."
Fang Miaomiao was confused, and more so, she found it amusingly frustrating. "Why are you so fixated on growing up?"
"Only when I grow up can I go out and play with you."
As he spoke, Wen Yan'an turned around, wrapped his arms around Fang Miaomiao's waist, and rested his head on her chest. "I want to go out and play with you."
His soft, cooing voice, coupled with the faint milky scent from his nose.
Fang Miaomiao felt the milky scent from the embrace and her body tensed. "We can go out during the day, too. Besides, you're just a child."
At night, one should sleep early. If he ran out to play with her at night and didn't grow tall, would Wen Zhi Yan come looking for her with a knife?
Wen Yan'an didn't speak, but Fang Miaomiao could feel his faint disappointment.
Her heart softened. She gently patted Wen Yan'an's back. "Be good, it's time for us to sleep. Otherwise, you won't grow tall. As for going out to play, there will be plenty of time for that, no need to rush."
Wen Yan'an's fingers slowly curled. "Will you always be by my side?"
Always stay with him and his father.
Fang Miaomiao lowered her eyelids. This was a question she couldn't, and wouldn't, answer.
"Little rascal, go to sleep."
Honestly, Wen Yan'an was like a little bun, quite comfortable to hug while sleeping.
Fang Miaomiao, who had fallen asleep without a care in the world, had no idea that after she had fallen soundly asleep, Wen Yan'an had stared at the mosquito net above for a long time before succumbing to sleepiness and closing his eyes.
The next morning.
Fang Miaomiao was woken by a knock on the door.
The little bun in her arms frowned at the sound and burrowed into her embrace.
Fang Miaomiao patted Wen Yan'an's back reassuringly, then got up to open the door.
Standing at the door was Fang Yan Huan, dressed neatly. "The director said the guests are arriving soon, and the live broadcast is about to start. Is it convenient for staff to come into your room to film?"
Fang Miaomiao leaned weakly against the doorframe, her head down, nodding haphazardly. "Mm, come in."
After speaking, before Fang Yan Huan could reply, she closed her eyes, relying on her familiarity with the room, turned back into the room, took off her shoes, and got back into bed.
Fang Yan Huan's eyes twitched as she witnessed this scene. Was it her imagination, or did Fang Miaomiao seem a little different? Although she was still lazy and aloof, she gave Fang Yan Huan a feeling that Fang Miaomiao was not the same as before.
With this thought, Fang Yan Huan turned to look at Chen Tian Ming, who was coming out into the yard to greet the busy workers.
After watching for a while, she left.
"Sleepy," Wen Yan'an burrowed into Fang Miaomiao's embrace, muttering continuously.
Fang Miaomiao gently patted Wen Yan'an's back. "It's okay, sleep a little longer."
From her understanding of Chen Tian Ming, when he said guests would arrive soon, it would at least be another two or three hours, perhaps even for lunch.
They wouldn't have to worry about lunch today. They could have a good sleep.
Waking up early was too difficult for her, so she usually chose to stay up late.
She didn't know how long she slept, but she clearly sensed staff members tiptoeing into her room, putting something down, and then tiptoeing out.
【The live broadcast is on? So soon? So easy? This show is too rough. It's a good thing I set up a notification, or I would have missed it.】
【Good morning. By the way, does anyone know what happened yesterday? Based on my incredibly accurate sixth sense, I think Fang Miaomiao definitely caused trouble again after making dinner yesterday.】
【Who knows? As soon as the live broadcast started, I tuned in and all I saw was a mosquito net. Where's my Fang Miaomiao?】
【That's stating the obvious. Fang Miaomiao is still asleep, of course. I don't even know why the production team started the live broadcast so early. Isn't this making me slack off at work? The production team is too wicked.】
【Tsk tsk tsk, you bunch of Fang Miaomiao's brainless fans. Your idol can earn money by sleeping, but what about you? Still working hard. By the way, do you pity your idol? Would your idol pity you and give you her salary, you dogs?】
【Holy crap, are you sick? I finally got up early and all I see is a wild dog barking unleashed. What, are you so eager to come out and defend your idol?】
【Talking to a dog that only knows how to bark nonsensically is useless. In this situation, it's best to directly @ the administrator and let them handle it.】
【I don't know if the administrator is awake this early.】
【I'm here. Kicked already. We work when the young madam works.】
【I have to say, I'm envious.】
After sleeping for a while longer, Fang Miaomiao's mind finally cleared a bit. "Good morning. How long have you been awake?"
Wen Yan'an shook his head obediently. "I don't know."
"Oh, stay here for a bit, let me collect myself."
Wen Yan'an's obedient nod made Fang Miaomiao's heart soften. She reached out and stroked the top of his head. "Little one, why are you so well-behaved?"
After lingering in bed for a while, Fang Miaomiao finally got up and took Wen Yan'an to the well to wash up.