Fang Miaomiao, after washing up, hesitated in the living room for a moment before heading back to her own room.
The moment she lay down on the bed, her phone rang.
It was an unknown number.
She answered, and Cui Mantong’s worried voice came through.
"Miaomiao, are you alright?"
"Mantong." Fang Miaomiao felt inexplicably guilty. "Good evening. I'm fine. What could possibly be wrong? I'm perfectly fine."
"You still have the nerve to call me that and say you're fine? Such a big deal, and you still wanted to hide it from me? Do you even consider me a friend?" Cui Mantong kicked someone trying to climb onto her in anger. "If I hadn't heard it from someone else, I wouldn't have known."
"It's just, I'm fine," Fang Miaomiao rubbed her nose, her gaze darting around. "Really, I'm fine."
"How can people be so wicked?" Cui Mantong's eyes welled up as she spoke indignantly, "You didn't do anything wrong!"
"Don't worry, that paint wasn't very good. It all washed off when I got back and rinsed. Really." Fang Miaomiao didn't hide anything and tried to comfort her. "Besides, those few people have been taken to the detention center."
On the other end of the line, Cui Mantong covered her phone and glared fiercely at a certain charming individual, "Try moving again and see what happens?"
Fine, she could keep it from her that Miaomiao was in trouble. But now, he was disturbing her conversation with Miaomiao.
"Wifey." The charming man looked at Cui Mantong with a wronged expression.
"Say one more word, or move again," Cui Mantong was unmoved, pointing at the door. "If you act up again, you'll be sleeping in the study for a week."
The charming man: "......"
Truly, like father, like son. Not only did Wen Zhiyan compete with him for business, but now his wife was competing with him for his wife.
"Mantong?"
"I'm here." Cui Mantong shot him a glare, then turned back to Fang Miaomiao, talking on the phone with a smile, "Detention isn't enough."
Men were all the same, weren't they? If it were her, she'd make those people deeply understand the harsh realities of the world.
"Of course, it's not enough," Fang Miaomiao said, lying on the bed.
Wen Zhiyan might seem gentle, but that gentleness was conditional. It was only present as long as his boundaries weren't crossed, and she, currently, was arguably one of his boundaries.
Those people had bullied her, and they thought they could get away with it? They were dreaming.
"Is your man going to take action?"
Fang Miaomiao pursed her lips and said with righteous indignation, "I am Mrs. Wen now, after all."
"Look at you, so proud," Cui Mantong said, torn between laughter and tears. "But, after the show is finished, I'll head back to A City with you first."
If any more oblivious people dared to cause trouble, she wouldn't mind making them understand why flowers were so red.
"Thank you." Fang Miaomiao's heart warmed.
Cui Mantong was her first friend since coming to this world, and she had helped her considerably. Conversely, Fang Miaomiao felt she hadn't done much for her in return.
"What are you thanking me for? We're friends."
The more time Cui Mantong spent with her, the more she found Fang Miaomiao to be wonderful. She wished she could fly to Fang Miaomiao's side right now and be with her.
"Okay, from now on, when you come to A City, I'll show you around."
"Okay, it's a deal."
Before Fang Miaomiao could reply, she heard a "beep beep" sound.
Did she hang up?
"Cui Tong!"
"Wifey, ever since Fang Miaomiao came along, you don't have eyes for me anymore." The charming man, addressed as Cui Tong, casually tossed the phone he had just taken behind him, looking at Cui Mantong with a wronged expression.
"Cui Tong, you threw my phone again."
When would he ever break this bad habit of carelessly throwing things?
"Who told you your heart isn't on me anymore?" Cui Tong pounced and hugged her tightly, "I'm your husband."
Cui Mantong playfully slapped Cui Tong's strong arms, "Miaomiao is a woman."
Cui Tong buried his head in her neck, greedily inhaling her scent. "Even if she's a woman, it doesn't matter. We haven't seen each other for over a week, and you don't miss me, yet you're focused on other women."
"Cui Tong."
"I don't care, you're mine."
His almost possessive tone made Cui Mantong shake her head helplessly, "Can you loosen your grip a bit? You're hurting me."
Cui Tong eased his grip, just a little.
Just a little, indeed.
Cui Mantong awkwardly turned and pulled him into her arms, "What are you thinking about? You're the most important."
Cui Tong remained silent.
Cui Mantong reached out and lifted his head, planting a kiss on his forehead. "You're the most important, really. No one compares. But Miaomiao is truly wonderful, truly."
"I know," Cui Tong mumbled. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have hidden the news about Fang Miaomiao from you."
"It's okay. Then don't do it again in the future, alright?"
"Alright."
Cui Tong wrapped his arms around Cui Mantong again, his gaze deepening. "Wifey, I love you. You can't leave me."
As he spoke, Cui Tong lowered his head.
The moon hung high in the sky.
Moonlight filtered through the window, casting onto the two figures intertwined in the room.
The night was still long and beautiful.
On the other side.
Fang Miaomiao, asleep, habitually got up and walked towards the other room.
Hearing the sound of the doorknob turning, Wen Zhiyan's eyes snapped open and he looked towards the door. Only when he saw the familiar figure did the coldness in his eyes flash and then soften.
Fang Miaomiao reached the bed and found a perfect, comfortable position to lie down.
But...
Wen Zhiyan looked at Fang Miaomiao, who was still half an arm's length away, and his brows furrowed.
He subconsciously made a move he couldn't understand himself.
He slowly shifted closer to Fang Miaomiao.
Closer.
Even closer.
He could smell Fang Miaomiao's pleasant, clean scent.
That was a scent the previous Fang Miaomiao hadn't possessed.
Suddenly.
Fang Miaomiao turned over, her beautiful face facing him, and her slender arm draped over him.
In an instant, the distance between them narrowed to a point where Wen Zhiyan could see Fang Miaomiao's fine pores in the moonlight.
Wen Zhiyan felt his heart pounding wildly. He couldn't help but raise a hand and tap Fang Miaomiao's nose, affectionately calling out, "Little imp."
"Where did you come from, little imp, that you've left me with such a lingering feeling?"
"Little imp, now that you've come to this world, will you leave?"
"If, I mean if, I don't want you to leave, will you stay?"
After muttering to himself, Wen Zhiyan let out a bitter laugh. What was happening to him? A disabled person, how could he dare to aspire to Fang Miaomiao?
It was truly wishful thinking.
Yet, the thought of being separated from her one day filled him with an overwhelming sense of reluctance.
He knew he couldn't bear it.
He, Wen Zhiyan, had likely fallen in love with this Fang Miaomiao.