"Madam Fang, please excuse us. I need to take my child home."
Zhou Wenjing, though unwilling, could only get up to let them pass. "Miaomiao, the young Master Wen is drunk. We have a room upstairs. Why don't you take the young Master up to sleep for a while?"
Just as Fang Miaomiao was about to refuse, Zhou Wenjing continued, "He's still young. It might not be good for his health to be in a car when he's drunk. As his mother, you should think about him."
"Besides, this is the Shiyue Hotel, a hotel under the Wen family's ownership. Are you afraid something will happen?"
Fang Miaomiao was silent for a moment. Perhaps it was due to the alcohol, but the little one in her arms clutched her neck tightly, sleeping with extreme unease.
"Then I'll trouble you, Madam Fang."
Zhou Wenjing breathed a sigh of relief. "It's nothing. Aren't all adults doing this for the sake of their children?"
As she spoke, Zhou Wenjing was about to lead Fang Miaomiao upstairs when a server called out to her.
She gave Fang Miaomiao an apologetic look, then asked Fang Yanhuan to escort Fang Miaomiao upstairs.
In the elevator.
Fang Yanhuan looked at Fang Miaomiao, who was holding the child, with a complicated expression.
Just as she was about to speak, the elevator chimed.
"We're here," Fang Yanhuan handed the room key card to Fang Miaomiao. "The room number is 306. Go straight, and you'll see it. I have other matters to attend to at the banquet, so I'll be leaving now."
"Thank you."
Fang Yanhuan watched Fang Miaomiao's retreating figure, her lips parting and closing for a moment before she finally turned and re-entered the elevator without calling out to her.
The room was spacious and fully equipped. It also exuded a faint, fresh scent, truly befitting a high-quality hotel catering to the wealthy.
Fang Miaomiao carefully placed Wen Yan'an on the bed.
"Mommy," Wen Yan'an wrapped his arms around Fang Miaomiao's neck, nuzzling his face against hers, his eyes tightly closed as he affectionately called out.
"Yes?" Fang Miaomiao's voice was soft as she dotingly stroked Wen Yan'an's head. "Sleep well. I'm here."
"Please don't leave, okay? I'll be very, very good."
Wen Yan'an held onto Fang Miaomiao's neck restlessly, mumbling continuously.
"I won't leave, I won't leave," Fang Miaomiao comforted him patiently. "Sleep well, I'm here."
After an unknown amount of gentle coaxing, Wen Yan'an finally loosened his grip on Fang Miaomiao's neck.
Only then did Fang Miaomiao let out a sigh of relief, got up, and went to the bathroom to fetch water.
After a quick wipe-down of Wen Yan'an, Fang Miaomiao intended to call the driver waiting in the parking lot.
However...
Fang Miaomiao listened to the beeping sound from the phone.
Hung up?
Fang Miaomiao frowned slightly. As she was contemplating whether to go downstairs to check, a knock sounded at the door.
A bad premonition instantly arose in her heart.
She became vigilant, picked up a cup from the table, and tiptoed towards the door.
"Hello? No one's talking. Did we get the wrong place?"
"309. It's here."
"Are you stupid? This room is 306."
Fang Miaomiao, who had been listening at the door, couldn't even relax before hearing someone say again.
"Nonsense, it's 306, it's this room. Hurry and open the door before the people inside notice."
Fang Miaomiao cursed inwardly, locked the door, and was about to call the police, only to discover her phone had no signal at all.
It was clearly a well-planned move.
Who would go to such lengths, so brazenly, to harm her?
Was it Sister Li who invited her to the banquet, or Zhou Wenjing, or Fang Yanhuan who escorted her to the third floor?
Fang Miaomiao had no time to think. Before they could break in, she placed the sleeping Wen Yan'an inside the wardrobe, then went to the bathroom, turned on all the faucets, and closed the bathroom door.
As she grabbed a small fruit knife, the room door was forced open from the outside.
Three men and one woman appeared at the doorway.
The woman's face was grim as she stared at Fang Miaomiao.
Coincidentally, Fang Miaomiao recognized the woman.
"Shen Jiani, what have you become?"
Compared to before, Shen Jiani was now as thin as a bamboo stick, her eyes dark and lifeless. Even with the thickest makeup, it couldn't hide the dark circles under her eyes.
"Fang Miaomiao, how dare you ask me what I've become?" Shen Jiani let out a wild laugh, her somewhat vacant gaze fixated maliciously on Fang Miaomiao. "If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be like this."
After Wen Zhiyan left with Fang Miaomiao that day, Chen Cai beat her senseless. If someone hadn't passed by and heard her miserable screams, she would have been beaten to death by Chen Cai.
After a few days in the hospital, she returned to the villa, only to find that Panpan and Jiabao were not at home. She panicked, wanting to know what had happened at home. To her surprise, her mother-in-law had directly blacklisted her phone number.
She couldn't find her precious sons, and Chen Cai, upon learning she had returned home, said he wanted a divorce and even wanted her to leave with nothing.
Divorce? Leave with nothing?
What a joke. Shen Jiani, a former goddess in the entertainment industry, married Chen Cai. Who knew Chen Cai was someone with a two-faced personality? She had endured countless beatings at his hands.
She hadn't even brought up divorce, yet how dare Chen Cai?
Therefore, as she looked at the figure with her back to her, she could no longer suppress her anger. She picked up a porcelain vase from the side and smashed it fiercely at that figure.
But it wasn't enough.
She still had a score to settle.
Fang Miaomiao.
If it weren't for Fang Miaomiao, she and Chen Cai wouldn't have ended up like this.
Fang Miaomiao, she would destroy this damned woman, this shameless vixen.
"So you bribed Sister Li with benefits, making her let me attend the banquet, and even collaborated with Fang Yanhuan to have her bring me upstairs?" Fang Miaomiao quickly analyzed, calmly pressing the camera on her dress. "But there's one thing I don't quite understand. Why would Fang Yanhuan agree to cooperate with you?"
"Fang Yanhuan didn't want to cooperate with me," Shen Jiani scoffed, her tone tinged with schadenfreude. "It's just that in this world, there are too many people who want you dead. I see you racking your brain but you won't know who wants to harm you."
Saying this, Shen Jiani took a step back and leaned against the wall. "As for you, don't waste time. The third floor, I've booked it all. No one will come up tonight. Fang Miaomiao, just enjoy all of this."
"You three, go on. Remember, the night is still long. Take your time, just don't kill her."
As soon as she finished speaking, three ugly, burly men entered the room one after another.
"Little beauty, don't worry. We brothers will make you comfortable. But the prerequisite for comfort is that you have to be obedient."
"Hahaha, I've lived for over forty years, and this is my first time playing with a celebrity. I wonder what it's like to play with a celebrity."
"We'll find out soon enough. The night is long, and no one is coming to disturb us. What are you afraid of? Let's take our time."