Fang Miaomiao woke up again at noon.
She got out of bed, her expression tired, and sat there blankly holding a pillow.
Damn it, she just wanted to sleep in, who knew she'd have a nightmare.
Damn it, this feeling of her body not being under her control truly made her unhappy.
Why should she come just because the original host wanted her to, and the original host even forced her into dreams anytime, anywhere, endlessly.
Just you wait, she would definitely find a solution.
After complaining, Fang Miaomiao came back to her senses, got out of bed, opened the door, and left.
But she saw...
"You, why are you back?"
Wen Zhiyan's eyes were curved with a smile: "I suddenly remembered I left something behind, sorry to disturb your sleep."
His demeanor of a perfect gentleman made Fang Miaomiao too guilty to look him in the eye: "Ah, it's fine, it's fine, I just woke up too."
"Alright, by the way, I've hired a new auntie to cook. Try it later and see if it suits your taste."
He hadn't missed a single livestream in the past few days, so he noticed that Fang Miaomiao preferred heavier flavors, while their family's taste was lighter. Therefore, before Fang Miaomiao returned, he had asked Xin Xuan to find a new cook.
Fang Miaomiao was very awkward now and just wanted to leave, so she just nodded randomly to whatever Wen Zhiyan said.
Wen Zhiyan smiled indulgently and moved aside.
"Thank you."
Fang Miaomiao scurried back to her room.
"Why did you tease her?" Wen Yan'an, who had been standing nearby unnoticed, looked at his father angrily. It was his teasing that made her pay no attention to him, and that wasn't fair.
"Something wrong?" Wen Zhiyan gave him a look.
"You took all her attention, and she didn't even see me just now," Wen Yan'an said with a grievance.
Wen Zhiyan then withdrew his gaze, looked at him for a moment, and then slowly said, "She didn't see you, isn't it because you're too short, so she didn't notice?"
"I'm not short," Wen Yan'an said after a long pause, "I'm only five, I'll grow taller."
"Oh, and you'll grow taller by eating less, or even not eating vegetables."
Wen Yan'an clenched his small fists tightly and looked at Wen Zhiyan with determined eyes: "I will grow tall, very, very tall."
When he was taller than his father, he would definitely take her away from his father.
"Then... we'll see when you grow taller."
Wen Yan'an let out a childish grunt and turned to run back to his bedroom: Dad, I hate you the most.
When Fang Miaomiao finished washing up, Wen Zhiyan was just taking the dishes prepared by the housekeeper out of the insulated containers and placing them on the table.
She glanced over subconsciously.
They were colorful and looked appetizing.
But...
Fang Miaomiao was stunned. It seemed that none of these dishes were suitable for Wen Zhiyan to eat.
She remembered that due to his legs, Wen Zhiyan couldn't eat anything too heavy, but today's dishes were clearly focused on sour and spicy flavors.
"Are there any vegetables left in the kitchen?"
"Sorry, I'm not quite sure," Wen Zhiyan said with a shake of his head. He knew relatively little about kitchen matters.
Fang Miaomiao nodded, turned, and went into the kitchen, opening the refrigerator.
Looking at the ingredients inside, she roughly knew what she needed to cook before starting.
Wen Zhiyan watched the busy figure in the kitchen, his eyes filled with tenderness that almost overflowed.
Fang Miaomiao cooked quickly.
Soon, she brought out a plate of stir-fried greens and shredded pork: "Try it, I don't know if it's good or if it suits your taste."
"You made it, it's delicious."
"You sure know how to compliment," Fang Miaomiao said with a smile and walked towards Wen Yan'an's bedroom.
As soon as she knocked, the door opened.
"Dinner's ready."
The three of them ate in silence at the dining table.
Wen Zhiyan picked up a piece of greens and put it in his mouth.
It was delicious, retaining the original flavor of the vegetables while also having the unique aroma of ginger and garlic.
The two complemented each other perfectly, neither overpowering the other.
"Your cooking is very good."
Hearing Wen Zhiyan's praise, Fang Miaomiao blushed: "It's not that exaggerated, as long as it's edible. I was worried you wouldn't like it."
After all, she was self-aware. How could her cooking skills compare to someone whose profession it was? She had hesitated for a while in the kitchen before starting.
However, hearing him say it was delicious, the worry in her heart eased, and she said with a smile, "As long as you guys like it."
After lunch, Fang Miaomiao put the dishes in the dishwasher and played with Wen Yan'an for a while before returning to her bedroom due to a phone call.
The contact name was "Mom."
Fang Miaomiao froze for a moment, then realized that "Mom" was referring to Fang's mother, who had raised the original host. This was the first time Fang's mother had called her since the original host left the Fang family.
After thinking for a moment, she answered the phone.
A kind and gentle voice came from the other end.
"Miaomiao?"
"It's me, you..." Fang Miaomiao paused for a moment, "Is there something you need?"
"Miaomiao, are you still angry?"
Fang Miaomiao knew she was referring to the matter of her leaving the Fang family.
At that time, the original host and Fang Yanhuan, who had one face in front and another behind, could not stand each other, but they could still get along. Later, something happened, and Fang Yanhuan rolled down the stairs.
And the original host, who happened to be at the top of the stairs, was the scapegoat. Fang's father believed that the original host was unrepentant and even wanted to harm Fang Yanhuan, so he asked her to apologize to Fang Yanhuan, threatening to kick her out of the Fang family if she refused.
The original host was also stubborn. She would rather be beaten to death and kicked out of the Fang family than apologize.
"Is there something you need?"
"Miaomiao, tomorrow is your father's birthday. We've booked the second floor of October Hotel. Would you like to come and see your father?"
Fang Miaomiao was about to refuse when she heard Fang's mother's somewhat hoarse voice: "Miaomiao, please don't be angry anymore, okay? Your father misses you very much too."
She frowned. She instinctively disliked the tone Fang's mother used when speaking to her, as if implying that if she didn't go, she would be unfilial and ungrateful.
But...
Fang Miaomiao rubbed her temples helplessly. This was really troublesome.
The two of them held their phones, neither speaking.
"Miaomiao, if you come, your father will be very happy."
"I understand. What time tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow evening at six o'clock, October Hotel, second floor."
"Okay, I understand."
Before Fang Miaomiao could finish speaking, Fang's mother hung up after saying a few words, as if she was afraid she would refuse.
Could she be overthinking?
Fang Miaomiao buried herself in the bed.
She didn't want to go. What was the Fang family up to?