After hearing Sister Li’s words, Fang Miaomiao suddenly realized something, “Do you know what the banquet at October Hotel is?”
“Just a regular business banquet,” Sister Li said dismissively.
Sister Li had a complex relationship with Fang Miaomiao, a mix of affection and resentment. When Manager Wang had asked her to drop everything and become Fang Miaomiao’s manager, she had been overjoyed. After all, being a manager was far more prestigious and powerful than being an artist’s assistant.
Moreover, Fang Miaomiao was beautiful, and Sister Li felt confident she could elevate her to become a popular star.
However, the more confident she had been at the start, the more desperate she became later. While the company outwardly claimed to promote Fang Miaomiao, their actions suggested they were actually trying to keep her hidden.
Her becoming Fang Miaomiao’s manager was a consequence of her own lack of connections and influence. She was easier to control than other established managers, making her a more suitable candidate.
The company’s decision to hide Fang Miaomiao also meant hiding her. Lacking connections, she couldn’t find any. So, while other managers left or switched jobs as the company faced trouble, she remained, living in constant fear.
Therefore, when Shen Jiani approached her with an offer to become Fenghe’s manager if she completed a task, she accepted without a second thought.
She and Fang Miaomiao were in the same boat, but Fang Miaomiao had the Wen family behind her, while she had nothing. She couldn’t be blamed for this; she had to think about her own future.
She knew Fang Miaomiao was likely in for a rough time tomorrow, but what could she do? Fang Miaomiao was a jinx to her.
Between Fang Miaomiao and herself, she had to choose herself.
If anyone was to blame, it was Shen Jiani, the mastermind behind it all.
Fang Miaomiao lowered her eyelids, remaining silent.
“Miaomiao, are you listening?” Sister Li, hiding her anxiety, asked in a gentle tone, “When have I ever lied to you, right?”
“Oh?” Fang Miaomiao was almost amused by Sister Li’s shamelessness. “Sister Li, what you say.”
“So?” Sister Li’s mind was still on the banquet. “What are you planning to do?”
“Though I don’t know what you’re up to,” Fang Miaomiao sneered, “I’m bored, so I’ll go. But, Sister Li, you have to guarantee I won’t get into trouble, otherwise, I don’t know what unpleasant things might happen later.”
With that, Fang Miaomiao hung up before Sister Li could respond.
“You’re threatening her?”
“She has ill intentions; what’s wrong with scaring her a little?” Fang Miaomiao said righteously to Wen Yan’an. “Besides, I didn’t actually lay a hand on her, did I?”
“You tell me, which is more serious, acting or speaking?”
“Acting.”
“See?” Fang Miaomiao said with feigned understanding. “She’s doing bad things, and I’m just speaking; I’m being very merciful to her. Ah, there aren’t many kind people like me in the world.”
Wen Yan’an looked at Fang Miaomiao’s lamenting expression, his brows furrowed like caterpillars. He felt something was off about her words, but he couldn’t quite pinpoint what it was.
Fang Miaomiao found Wen Yan’an’s conflicted expression amusing and let out a soft laugh.
Hearing the laugh, Wen Yan’an shyly lowered his head. “You…”
“Alright, I wasn’t laughing at you,” Fang Miaomiao said seriously. “My dear eldest son, I want to discuss something with you, okay?”
Wen Yan’an’s ear tips turned red. “What do you want to discuss?”
Fang Miaomiao, not noticing Wen Yan’an’s abnormality, leaned back in her chair and said, “You heard just now, those people must have bad intentions towards me, so…”
Wen Yan’an didn’t hear the rest of her sentence. He tilted his head slightly towards Fang Miaomiao and asked earnestly, “So what?”
“So, my life and safety are in your hands,” Fang Miaomiao glanced at him and then, feeling boneless, leaned onto his shoulder. “You are a walking advertisement, you know.”
The upper class might not know Wen Zhiyan, but everyone would definitely know Wen Yan’an.
After all, Grandfather Wen preferred the little brat over Wen Anlan. When he attended banquets, he would introduce his precious grandson to everyone he met. As the grandson grew older, Grandfather Wen even set his phone wallpaper to Wen Yan’an’s picture and described his appearance to those around him.
This led to people in that circle, even if they had never met Wen Yan’an, knowing of him and his appearance through word of mouth and photos.
To dare bully Wen Yan’an was to disrespect Grandfather Wen and the Wen Corporation.
“I don’t quite understand,” Wen Yan’an blinked confusedly but instinctively straightened his body to allow Fang Miaomiao to lean more comfortably.
“Oh, sorry. I forgot to tell you after coming out of your father’s study,” Fang Miaomiao said apologetically. “Because your father has something on tomorrow, and I have a banquet, we discussed it, and I thought I’d take you to the banquet.”
“I was busy and forgot to discuss it with you.”
“It’s alright, I’ll go to the banquet with you.”
“What a good boy,” Fang Miaomiao reached out and stroked Wen Yan’an’s cheek.
It was so smooth, so tender, like a freshly peeled egg.
“Do you want to sleep for a while? I’ll wake you when we get home.”
“Oh, I couldn’t possibly trouble you.”
Despite her words, Fang Miaomiao unceremoniously leaned her head on Wen Yan’an’s shoulder and closed her eyes.
She had been a little angry earlier, which had made her a bit dizzy.
Soon, they arrived back at the apartment.
Fang Miaomiao dismissed Wen Yan’an and returned to her own bedroom.
Wen Yan’an waited until Fang Miaomiao closed her door before knocking on the study door.
“Enter.”
Wen Zhiyan’s eyes, which lit up upon seeing him, dimmed slightly.
“An’an, what is it?”
“Do you have something tomorrow?”
Wen Zhiyan nodded. “Yes, Mom told you, didn’t she? You’re going to accompany her to a banquet tomorrow.”
“I know.”
“Mm.” Wen Zhiyan continued, “Don’t let anyone bully your mom.”
If anyone dared to be blind and bully her…
Fortunately, he would be there then.
“I won’t let anyone bully her.”
“Good, a little man.”
The two fell into silence again.
Finally, Wen Zhiyan looked up. “Is there anything else?”
“After you’re done with your business tomorrow night, are you coming home?”
Wen Zhiyan blinked. “Why do you ask?”
His home? Of course, he would come home. Especially when the person he liked was there every night. He had no reason not to come home.
Wen Yan’an met Wen Zhiyan’s deep gaze. “You, why don’t you come home tomorrow night? I want to sleep with her.”
Her embrace was warm, and they had slept together the entire time they were filming.
Last night, when he got home, he couldn’t sleep.
He had debated for a long time last night before picking up his small pillow to go find her. But then he saw her briskly open his father’s room and close the door.
Hmph, his father must be up to something.
If his father wasn’t home, he could sleep with his mom.