After crying for a while, Fang Miaomiao felt a little better. She looked up at the lush green treetops, sunlight dappling through them.
"Grandma, I will live on," Fang Miaomiao murmured to herself. "If, if you can see a little girl who looks exactly like me, and talks a bit sharply, up in heaven... could you tell her, 'I'm sorry' for me?"
She didn't mean to take over the original body. If she could, she'd give it back.
But alas.
Fang Miaomiao tapped her head. Why was she getting so sentimental and thinking so much?
As she was lost in thought, footsteps sounded from above.
She instinctively looked up and saw a person, and a camera.
"Uh, hi?"
[What the heck is 'hi'? I had no idea Fang Miaomiao had a comedic side to her.]
[I think she's so cute. I don't understand why so many people online hate on her.]
[Right? Right? I agree. She's clearly so adorable. That moment when she looked up in surprise just now was incredibly beautiful.]
[Just a passerby here. Don't try to defend Fang Miaomiao, don't fall for her. You'll be so disgusted you won't be able to eat if you learn the truth.]
[Hmph, I'm stubborn then. Did Fang Miaomiao scam you out of money or something? Why are you all ganging up on a young girl like this?]
[Yeah, a young girl? She's not even the real Fang family's daughter but insists on staying with the Fang family to enjoy their wealth, and even tried to frame the real young lady of the Fang family.]
[After being kicked out, the real Fang family's young lady entered the entertainment industry. And wouldn't you know it, she eagerly followed suit. After being criticized by the real young lady's fans for a few days, she started causing trouble again.]
[Exactly, it's countless. You want me to not hate FMM? That's harder than not eating every day. She has so many anti-fans, it's completely her own fault, she brought it upon herself.]
"I, uh, I saw the production team's basket in this tree, so I ran a bit faster."
The camera followed her gaze.
Sure enough, a woven basket was lodged in a high branch of a large tree.
"Camera man, can you step back a bit?" Fang Miaomiao was grateful she was wearing black casual pants.
Climbing trees was nothing for her.
After the cameraman retreated a few steps, Fang Miaomiao tested the tree, then clasped it with both hands, her legs kicking off the ground and wrapping around the trunk.
Cui Yongsi, who had followed behind, blinked in disbelief. "An'an, your mom is so amazing! She can climb trees."
Cui Mantong was startled at first when she saw Fang Miaomiao climbing the tree. Then, hearing her son's exclamation, she said with a wry smile, "You little rascal, you mean your mom isn't amazing?"
"Mommy is amazing too. In Sisi's heart, Mommy is the most amazing."
"That's more like it." Cui Mantong nodded with satisfaction before turning her attention back to the agile figure on the tree.
Just as Fang Miaomiao herself said, she was good at climbing trees.
In just a few blinks of an eye, she was only an arm's length away from the basket in the tree.
Led by Fang Miaomiao, the group returned almost laden with goods.
Chen Tianming looked at the laughing and chatting group and couldn't help but look at the staff in the yard with suspicion. "You guys... did someone really leak the answers to Fang Miaomiao?"
It was an understatement to say she found everything precisely. Not only the live stream viewers suspected a leak, but even he, the chief director, was starting to doubt his own employees.
"We're innocent, Director. We don't know her well, so why would we risk so much to leak anything?"
After all, working in their industry, confidentiality was paramount. Someone who couldn't keep secrets wouldn't last long; no crew or production team would hire them.
Chen Tianming knew this, of course, but he was perplexed. If none of them leaked anything, how could Fang Miaomiao find everything so accurately? He had deliberately designed this task for Fang Miaomiao, hiding the items in either obscure or seemingly dangerous places.
He had predicted that someone as delicate as Fang Miaomiao would definitely not dare to do it, and might even curse the production team, which would in turn boost the show's popularity.
But who knew it would turn out completely differently from his expectations?
Troublesome.
He had a growing feeling that things were deviating from his intended trajectory.
"Director, the viewership is starting to lean towards Teacher Cui and Fang Old... Fang Miaomiao," the data team also said with a headache.
"Are you an idiot?" Chen Tianming rolled his eyes. "Don't you know to subtly guide the traffic towards Jia Ni and the others? Do I need to teach you how to do this?"
And Shen Jia Ni, that woman. He had reminded her before the show started to build a good relationship with Cui Mantong. But instead, she directly pushed Cui Mantong towards Fang Miaomiao. Utterly incompetent.
The data team member was thoroughly berated and finally left dejectedly.
Fortunately, Shen Jia Ni later realized her mistake. She managed to get some camera time with Cui Mantong from time to time, and even trended on hot searches for her cooking skills.
This made Chen Tianming's expression much better.
And so, without anyone realizing it, the first day in Hongshan Village concluded successfully.
After washing up and entering the house, Fang Miaomiao saw Wen Yan'an standing by the bed, looking unsure whether to get on or not.
"Can't get on?"
"No way," Wen Yan'an looked up at her.
"Then what is it?"
Fang Miaomiao stepped forward, ready to sit on the bed, but Wen Yan'an stopped her with a troubled expression.
"Something wrong?"
"The bed..." Wen Yan'an struggled for a long time before saying, "The bed smells, and..."
"And it's very hard, right?" Fang Miaomiao understood why the little boy wasn't getting into bed to sleep.
Thinking from the little boy's perspective, his hesitation was understandable. After all, he hadn't experienced such a life.
"Little friend Wen Yan'an, not everyone in the world is rich, and not everyone can sleep in a soft bed every day."
She had learned from the villagers after dinner that the production team had chosen houses belonging to the elderly and children. It was already commendable that the elderly had cleaned and tidied their houses to this extent.
"Besides, Grandpa cleaned the bed very well." Fang Miaomiao had observed that these were freshly changed, clean quilts. The smell was from being stored for too long without being aired out. httpδ:/m.kuAisugg.nět
"Little friend, when in Rome, do as the Romans do, understand?"
"Will... will you sleep with me?"
"Of course." Fang Miaomiao was very tired and didn't want to waste time talking. She directly picked up Wen Yan'an and put him on the bed. "Sleep."
Fang Miaomiao fell asleep quickly.
Wen Yan'an watched Fang Miaomiao sleeping by the edge of the bed. After a moment of hesitation, he carefully pulled the quilt over Fang Miaomiao and his own stomach. Then, little by little, he inched closer to Fang Miaomiao.
He seemed to be falling for this mother. If she stayed like this, he would continue to like her.
"Goodnight."