"What are you doing?"
"Stop, I'm calling the police. Hurry up and stop!"
Airport security, seeing this scene, was greatly alarmed and quickly called for other security personnel.
"Let's go," the lead girl, seeing security approaching, threw the rotten eggs in her hand at Fang Miaomiao and urged her companions to leave quickly.
By the time security ran out, the group had already vanished. Passersby stopped to watch.
"What's going on?"
"I don't know. Should we call the police?"
"What's the point of calling the police? Those people are long gone. What a mess, what are they doing? And she has a child with her."
"Hmph, who knows if this woman did something bad? She looks like a vixen, maybe she did something shameful that caused people to throw rotten eggs at her."
"Miss, are you alright?"
Fang Miaomiao suppressed her anger. "I'm fine. Could you trouble yourself to call us a car? I'll cover the cost of cleaning the car."
The security guard nodded quickly, afraid she would cause trouble, and hailed a taxi.
"Are you alright?" Wen Yan'an looked up, his eyes red, at Fang Miaomiao, whose hair was covered in paint and egg liquid.
Fang Miaomiao took a deep breath. "I'm fine. Stay away from me. You'll get dirty if you touch me."
"I'm not afraid of getting dirty, and neither are you."
Seeing the worry in his eyes, Fang Miaomiao wanted to comfort him, but looking at the paint on her hands, she decided against it. "Be good, let's go home."
Wen Yan'an took Fang Miaomiao's hand, his gaze firm. "Let's go home."
Security quickly found a taxi driver willing to take them back.
"I remember now, isn't that Fang Miaomiao and Wen Yan'an?"
"Damn, I filmed the whole thing. I'll post it online right away, maybe I'll get famous."
Seeing the growing crowd, Fang Miaomiao took Wen Yan'an and got into the taxi.
Meanwhile, the hashtag #FangMiaomiaoGetsEggshellsThrownAtHerUponAirportArrival# trended on hot search.
"Chairman, there's trouble," Xin Xuanlai pushed open the office door with a grim expression.
"What is it?" Wen Zhiyan, having just finished work, rubbed his temples wearily.
"Madam was splashed with eggs and paint after arriving at the airport," Xin Xuanlai said uneasily, his head bowed.
Wen Zhiyan's slender fingers paused, and he looked at Xin Xuanlai with displeasure. "Didn't I tell you to send someone to pick up Madam at the airport? What were the drivers doing?"
"I did send them," Xin Xuanlai said, on the verge of tears. "But the driver was called away by the old madam."
If the publicity department hadn't told him that Madam was trending, he wouldn't have known that the driver had dared to not only ignore the pickup but also not tell him.
Wen Zhiyan picked up his phone.
Top of the entertainment hot search.
#FangMiaomiaoAttackedAtAirport#
The video was short, only 7 seconds.
In these 7 seconds, Fang Miaomiao tightly shielded An'an in her arms, enduring the girls' barrage of projectiles.
The more Wen Zhiyan watched, the colder his face became.
"Xin Xuanlai."
Xin Xuanlai shivered and quickly replied respectfully, "Yes."
"Within half an hour, I want to see them punished," a dark glint flashed in Wen Zhiyan's eyes. "Also, I want to know who orchestrated this and why the old madam called away the car."
And so coincidentally, it was the car he had dispatched.
"The old madam needs to be investigated too?" Xin Xuanlai was taken aback, then hesitantly asked.
However, the cold, spring-like gaze made the string in his mind instantly tighten. "Yes, I'll send people to handle it now."
Wen Zhiyan looked at the phone number on his screen. After a moment of hesitation, just as he was about to dial, An'an called him.
"An'an."
"Daddy."
Wen Yan'an's voice sounded choked, as if he had been crying.
"Where are you now?"
"The apartment. Daddy, those people were so mean, they bullied Mommy."
Yet she still instinctively held herself tightly, guarding defensively.
But there was not a spot on her that was clean.
This was the first time Wen Zhiyan had heard his son complain to him. His heart skipped a beat. "Don't be scared, Daddy will avenge you. I'm coming back now, An'an, wait for me."
"Daddy."
After hanging up the phone, Wen Zhiyan lost his usual gentleness and pushed his wheelchair towards the elevator.
Half an hour later.
Wen Zhiyan looked at Wen Yan'an, whose eyes were still a little red, and reached out to touch him.
"I'm sorry, I didn't protect her," Wen Yan'an mumbled, biting his lower lip and lowering his head.
If he hadn't been there at that time, she could have run away and sought help from security all by herself. He was dragging her down.
"No." Wen Zhiyan pulled Wen Yan'an closer to him and gently held him in his embrace. "An'an is still young. Sometimes you'll feel powerless, but Mommy will understand you."
"But."
"How long has Mommy been showering?"
"23 minutes."
"Then shall we wait for Mommy in the living room together?"
"Okay."
Fang Miaomiao finally managed to wash the egg liquid and paint out of her hair. "Tsk, these brats really went at it hard."
Fortunately, the paint wasn't waterproof, or she wouldn't have known whether to cry herself to death.
"Honestly, after living for over fifty years," Fang Miaomiao looked in the mirror at her young, porcelain-smooth face and scoffed, "This is the first time I've been this disheveled."
After composing herself, she tied the belt of her bathrobe.
As soon as she came out, she saw a father and son sitting in the living room, staring intently at her.
"You guys, what are you doing?"
Wen Zhiyan looked at her for a long time. Seeing that her expression was normal, he let out a barely perceptible sigh of relief. "Are you alright?"
"Alright or not, it is what it is," Fang Miaomiao smiled. "Why isn't An'an going to shower?"
On the way back, the little one had stayed close to her without any complaint.
"Alright, go and shower now. I'm really fine, be good."
Wen Yan'an glanced at Wen Zhiyan, then got up and returned to his room.
"I'm sorry," Wen Zhiyan apologized first. He wanted to explain, but looking into her eyes, he didn't know how.
"Why are you apologizing?"
It's not that she's a saint, but this matter doesn't seem to have anything to do with Wen Zhiyan.
"I knew your flight information and sent a driver to pick you up at the airport."
But he hadn't expected the old madam to interfere.
"However, don't worry, I've already sent people to investigate. Those people will pay a heavier price."
Only then did Fang Miaomiao seriously look at the strikingly handsome face opposite her. This was the first time someone had stood by her side and said they would avenge her.
Her heart felt a little warm, yet also bitter.
"Don't worry, I won't let this happen again in the future."
Wen Zhiyan, eloquent in the business world and capable of holding his own against a thousand men, found himself at a loss for words when facing Fang Miaomiao.