"Why are you looking at me like that?" Fang Miaomiao asked Wen Zhiyan, confused.
Her gaze made her feel like a fool.
But she was like this in her past life too. In her past life, the unscrupulous entertainment company only wanted to drain her of all her energy. It was good enough if they didn't stab her in the back, let alone help her fight against false accusations and find evidence.
Therefore, after being framed once, she got into the habit of carrying a small camera or recorder on her person. If anyone dared to bully her, they would be clearly recorded, and then she would use the evidence to call the police.
Over time, the old foxes in the industry no longer dared to bully her. Coupled with the fact that her dramas were quite popular, those old foxes stopped targeting her for the sake of profit.
She always believed that instead of getting caught up in schemes and counter-schemes, it was better to directly involve the police and keep the initiative in her own hands.
Later on, if anyone dared to bully her again, she would then release all the evidence at night. At worst, it would be a mutual destruction. Anyway, if it weren't for that "indenture contract," she would have already fled the entertainment industry.
This time was purely an accident. She hadn't expected the people in this book to be so direct, to lay hands on her just because they were unhappy.
It seemed that she still needed to carry something with her when she went on variety shows in the future, otherwise, she wouldn't even know how she would die.
"Evidence, I have it," Wen Zhiyan concealed the smile in his eyes. "Wang Qing's husband has some influence in the entertainment industry. Aren't you afraid he'll collude with others to make things difficult for you?"
"Then I just won't work in the entertainment industry," Fang Miaomiao involuntarily lay down on the sofa, closing her eyes comfortably. "There are three hundred and sixty professions; I can always find another one to do."
Besides, wasn't there Wen Zhiyan?
Given the original host's kindness in saving the old man, Wen Zhiyan wouldn't abandon her. Kindness, why not use it if it's free? Who told the original host to force her over without her consent?
As for Wen Zhiyan's guilt about taking the original host's first time, it was completely non-existent. Because she learned from the original host's memories that she had never shared a room with Wen Zhiyan. This was all a misunderstanding.
However, judging by the current situation, Wen Zhiyan probably didn't know. Even if he did, she could just slip away later and find a small city to live a happy life.
Oh, thinking about leaving Wen Zhiyan later, wouldn't she have to save more money?
Ah, so that meant she still had to be active in the entertainment industry?
What a tragic life!
What happened to being a salted fish? What happened to lying flat?
Wen Zhiyan watched the beautiful face opposite him, shifting from guilt to thoughtfulness, then to despair, followed by joy, and immediately to hopelessness. A hint of amusement, which he himself hadn't noticed, appeared in his eyes.
Where did this little creature come from, with so many expressions on her face?
Could she be some kind of little demon?
Fang Miaomiao, who didn't know her disguise had long been seen through and that she had already been categorized as a demon, lay on the sofa lamenting her sad life.
Until the faint sound of water came from the bathroom.
"Aish, am I sleeping in the same room as Wen Zhiyan today?" Fang Miaomiao suddenly sat up from the sofa, glancing towards the bathroom with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension.
Although the glass door was filled with a hazy white mist, making it impossible to see anything, Fang Miaomiao's mind was filled with images of his sculpted abs.
His tanned skin, his well-defined fingers.
She swallowed unconsciously, her eyes fixed on the glass door, her heart pounding like a drum.
Damn it, Fang Miaomiao, you lecherous creature, how could you have such dirty thoughts? You're so pathetic!
Fang Miaomiao slapped her thigh hard: You beast, how dare you profane the perfect paper man in the book? Are you crazy?
She quickly got up and went to the balcony.
Even when Wen Zhiyan called her after his shower, she refused to leave the balcony.
"Well, you have to work tomorrow, so go to bed early," Fang Miaomiao said quickly, her back to Wen Zhiyan inside the room.
"You're not sleeping?"
"I, ha, I'm just a night owl. This time is still very early for me. You go to sleep first, go to sleep first."
Wen Zhiyan's lips curved slightly. "Alright, I'll go to sleep first. Don't play too late."
"Okay, okay." Fang Miaomiao still didn't dare to turn around and look at Wen Zhiyan, so she naturally didn't notice the smile in his eyes.
Only when she heard the sound of the wheelchair moving did Fang Miaomiao let out a relieved sigh.
Alas, it couldn't be blamed on her. In her past life, she had always been busy with work and had no time for relationships. At 35, apart from necessary filming, she hadn't even touched a man's hand.
She had experienced crushes on co-stars before. But just as she and the male lead were getting close, news broke out on Weibo that the male lead was seeing multiple women and was also a freeloader, almost making her vomit her dinner from the previous night.
From then on, she never had a crush on a co-star again.
Alas, it was a long and complicated story.
After lamenting her tragic past life, she went to the walk-in closet, chose a relatively conservative set of pajamas, and then washed up and lay down on the sofa.
Middle of the night.
Fang Miaomiao got up to use the restroom, stood by the sofa for a moment, then turned and walked towards the bedroom.
The door was unlocked.
As if she had a built-in GPS, she accurately found the bed, kicked off her slippers, and snuggled into the covers.
On the other side, Wen Zhiyan woke up when the door opened. His sleep had always been light.
He watched Fang Miaomiao walk to the bed with her eyes closed, muttering something, then sit on the edge of the bed, kick off her slippers with abandon, and roll into the covers.
The entire movement was as smooth as flowing water.
Fortunately, the bed was large enough, and Fang Miaomiao curled up on the other side and fell asleep.
Wen Zhiyan hesitated for a moment before deciding to leave her be.
He had just closed his eyes when the person across from him stirred.
By the time he came to his senses, a faint fragrance wafted to his nose, and then Fang Miaomiao's limbs wrapped around him like an octopus.
The force was so strong that he suspected she was faking her sleep and deliberately clinging to him.
But her even breathing didn't seem like it.
Wen Zhiyan sighed imperceptibly and tried to free himself from Fang Miaomiao. Unexpectedly, Fang Miaomiao raised her hand and slapped him on the chin, muttering, "Don't move."
Wen Zhiyan: "..."
It seemed like he was the most innocent one. Could women be so unrestrained and domineering even in their sleep?
Helpless, he closed his eyes, letting the faint fragrance lull him to sleep.
The moonlight outside cast shadows on the floor, and on the bed, the two overlapping figures were stretched long and slender.
A night of sweet dreams.