Wen Zhiyan looked at him for a long time before his lips parted slightly, "You wish."
As his words fell, Wen Yan'an's little face instantly drooped, his eyes reddened, and tears welled up madly.
It was as if if Wen Zhiyan refuted him again, the tears that were struggling to stay in his eyes would fall.
"Don't try that. Your tears only work on your grandparents," Wen Zhiyan paused for a moment, then remembered something and continued, "and her. They're useless on me."
Wen Yan'an looked at Wen Zhiyan, and after holding back for a long time, he finally said, "You're mean."
"Tears are the action of cowards. Given that you're still young, I can pretend not to see it this time." Wen Zhiyan bent down to look at the computer screen, "Wen Yan'an, you're turning six."
Wen Yan'an snorted and wiped his tears, "Mommy says ten is when you grow up."
He still had five years until he was ten, which was a long way off.
"Wen Yan'an, you are a Wen, and your burden does not allow for weakness." Wen Zhiyan remained unmoved, "Think about it yourself."
"Hmph."
Wen Yan'an turned and left.
Watching Wen Yan'an's small retreating figure, Wen Zhiyan shook his head helplessly. As expected, children with mothers had tempers and could act spoiled towards him.
After the study door closed, Wen Zhiyan buried his head in his computer again.
...
Fang Miaomiao had dressed Wen Yan'an in a smart little white suit, making him look like a little gentleman.
"Do I look good?" Wen Yan'an pursed his lips and asked Fang Miaomiao shyly.
"You look great," Fang Miaomiao gave him a thumbs-up and praised, "Our An'an looks so handsome."
Wen Yan'an's cheeks turned red from the praise, "Mommy, you should change and put on makeup too. An'an will wait for you outside. Take your time, no rush."
The book said that mothers were little fairies, so little fairies couldn't be rushed when choosing clothes or applying makeup.
Fang Miaomiao ruffled his hair, "Okay, go ahead."
Wen Yan'an stepped back, and the staff member who was styling Fang Miaomiao stepped forward.
"Madam, your skin is so good." The makeup artist, named Zhou Zhou, was a famous stylist both domestically and internationally, with a full schedule of clients. However, it was said that this stylist was very picky and only served clients he deemed worthy.
"Thank you for the compliment," Fang Miaomiao whispered her suggestion, "Just keep it simple, you don't need to go through so much trouble."
She was just there to make an appearance, so there was no need for such grandeur.
Zhou Zhou chuckled, "Madam, with your natural beauty, even a light makeup would be enough to capture most people's attention."
He wasn't exaggerating. In his twenty years in the industry, this was the first time he had seen such perfect skin. It was comparable to someone else's.
It was a pity that the aloof person absolutely wouldn't let him touch his face, otherwise, he would have loved to showcase his skills on him.
"You flatter me. Really, just keep it simple. It's an elder's birthday banquet, and it's not good to steal the spotlight."
"Tsk." Only then did Zhou Zhou's expression turn serious, "A birthday banquet, alright. Then I'll just do something casual for you."
Wen Zhiyan, that guy, actually didn't tell him such important information. He really was a person who only cared about the opposite sex and neglected his friends. But looking at this young lady, she didn't seem too interested in someone.
However, this was for the best. Since that guy wouldn't let him have his fun with his face, someone should appear to teach him a lesson, or rather, to make him less rigid.
He was clearly several years younger than him, yet he lived like an elderly person of seventy or eighty. He wondered if life would have any point for Wen Zhiyan without An'an's existence; if he would just give up his life at any moment.
Alas.
Zhou Zhou shook his head with a sigh, a pitiful soul.
Seeing his somber and flustered expression, Fang Miaomiao, who was sitting in the chair, twitched her eye. She thought her face was quite pretty, so why did this person look so unhappy?
Zhou Zhou quickly regained his composure and his brush danced.
Half an hour later, Fang Miaomiao emerged from the room, wearing a blue off-the-shoulder mini-dress with her long hair down.
The off-the-shoulder dress accentuated Fang Miaomiao's slender neck, and the delicate gemstone necklace added a touch of beauty to her fair skin.
Her gaze moved downwards, her long, straight, fair, and tender legs were like walking weapons.
Wen Yan'an's eyes widened in amazement.
"You are so beautiful."
"Hahaha, I think so too."
Zhou Zhou, who followed behind, faltered.
"There was no need for him to hear that. That uninhibited tone completely ruined the aesthetic."
"There was a call just now, the driver who will pick you up has arrived."
Fang Miaomiao nodded her thanks to Zhou Zhou, "Thank you for your trouble today."
Zhou Zhou waved his hand casually and then lay down on the sofa nearby, "It's just a transaction."
After Fang Miaomiao left, Zhou Zhou sent the beautiful photos he had saved to Wen Zhiyan.
As he sent them, he shook his head regretfully.
"What a pity, such a beautiful girl was taken by Wen Zhiyan, that cold-faced guy. Sigh."
"I wonder if that cold-faced guy will become like a domineering CEO after he starts dating, hahaha. The thought of it is so hilarious, why is that?"
A reply came quickly.
.: ???
The Coolest Me: Beautiful photos, don't you want them?
.: Deleted.
Zhou Zhou rolled his eyes and sent a voice message, "Don't think I don't know you secretly saved them."
While he appreciated beauty, he didn't have the habit of coveting his friend's lover.
Thinking this, Zhou Zhou deleted all the photos after sending them to Wen Zhiyan.
.: Taking photos without permission is illegal.
The Coolest Me: How do you know she didn't give permission?
Looking at the words on the screen, Wen Zhiyan was silent for a moment before clicking on them again.
The girl was very beautiful, especially her sparkling eyes, which were etched into his heart.
.: Send them all to me, and then delete them.
Zhou Zhou rolled his eyes, "Alright, there are five in total. I've sent them all to you, and I've deleted my originals too."
.: Thank you.
Zhou Zhou decided not to reply to Wen Zhiyan.
This man, so dull he couldn't even string a sentence together, still wanted to pursue a girlfriend or wife? Dream on.
Suddenly, a transfer notification appeared.
Looking at the amount, Zhou Zhou's expression changed like a Sichuan opera mask. He picked up his phone and fawned, "Oh my, why are we being so formal between us? But seriously, Fang Miaomiao must have feelings for you. Go for it, Mr. Wen! I'm waiting for your child's full moon banquet."
Fang Miaomiao, sitting in the car, had no idea she was being discussed.
She wanted to lean back, but was afraid of messing up her hairstyle. She wanted to lean on Wen Yan'an, but was afraid of getting makeup on him.
Indeed, after living two lifetimes, she hated applying makeup the most.