"Drive slower."
"Okay." Xin Xuanlai not only slowed down but also thoughtfully activated the privacy screen.
He was truly an excellent assistant, a mind-reader for the chairman, always aware of his boss's needs, thoughtful and considerate. He was almost too moved.
The car stopped smoothly outside the apartment building.
"Boss, we're here."
Wen Zhiyan glanced at the apartment building's exterior, then turned to Xin Xuanlai with a blank expression.
His stare was like a bucket of ice water poured over Xin Xuanlai's head.
He blinked nervously, "Boss, it's quite late today. The young master might have already fallen asleep. If we rush back to the Imperial Garden, you won't get much rest either."
Yes, the main reason they could go to the hotel to find the madam today was that the young master, seeing the madam hadn't returned late, was displeased and wanted the chairman to take him to find her. Coupled with the bodyguards' call about someone attempting to frame the madam.
And then he saw the madam daring to approach Master Wen so boldly, he was happy for Master Wen, so he wanted to provide a little help.
But...
Had he gone too far?
Seeing his boss staring at him without a word, Xin Xuanlai's little calculations instantly turned cold.
Wuwuwu.
Help, he just wanted to offer a simple assist, don't treat him like this, he's still a child.
Just as Xin Xuanlai was about to buckle under the pressure of that gaze, the madam, who had been fast asleep, stirred.
"Ah, we're here? So fast today?" Fang Miaomiao saw the car stop and twisted her neck, then smiled awkwardly at Wen Zhiyan, who had, at some point, been turned into a tool again. "Um, sorry, I didn't realize I fell asleep again... Anyway, I'm very apologetic."
After speaking, Fang Miaomiao got out of the car with all the grace of a fleeing refugee.
Her demeanor was that of someone making a hasty escape, which pleased a certain tool in the car behind her.
She couldn't understand why, after falling asleep, she always ended up climbing onto Wen Zhiyan. Sleeping in bed was one thing; she could at least find a reason to justify it by saying she slept more comfortably.
But now? She couldn't explain it and didn't dare to face Wen Zhiyan. Ahhh, what to do.
Wait, this road?
Fang Miaomiao finally realized.
This wasn't the Imperial Garden.
Fang Miaomiao's mouth twitched: She couldn't understand it; she was quite smart in her previous life, but why did she become so absent-minded whenever she encountered Wen Zhiyan?
Was she bewitched?
"Madam, Madam."
Fang Miaomiao: Please, stop calling out, she didn't know how to face Wen Zhiyan.
Unfortunately, her body seemed to act independently, stopping to wait for the two behind her.
"Madam, I have very important matters to attend to later, so Master Wen will be your responsibility."
After speaking, without waiting for Fang Miaomiao's agreement, he seized the opportunity when her eyes were glazed over and confused, handed over the responsibility, and slipped away.
Fang Miaomiao: "…………"
Could she ask Wen Zhiyan to deduct Xin Xuanlai's salary?
"Can we go up now?" Wen Zhiyan acted as if he had forgotten what happened in the car. "I have a very important meeting tomorrow, so I'd like to rest early."
"Yes, yes."
They went up to the eighth-floor apartment.
Fang Miaomiao gestured for Wen Zhiyan to wash up first.
She looked at the furnishings around her, so familiar, as if she had lived here before.
The house was a typical five-bedroom, two-living room layout.
Three bedrooms, each with an en-suite bathroom and a study. The decor was simple and fresh, giving a very comfortable feeling.
Fang Miaomiao slumped onto the sofa, habitually taking out her phone to check the trending searches.
She scrolled.
And scrolled again.
No trending searches about the October Hotel, nor about Wang Jiahui.
She wondered how the driver had punished Wang Jiahui and Manager Li in the end.
After scrolling through the trending searches, she checked her private messages.
Well...
How to put it, it was quite something. Out of a hundred private messages, 99 were scolding her, and one was a news article.
Shaking her head helplessly, she had complained about the original owner's reputation countless times.
She didn't know how she had offended that anti-fan in her previous life.
While Fang Miaomiao was lost in thought, a loud crash suddenly came from the bathroom.
She quickly got up and knocked on the bathroom door, "Wen Zhiyan, what's wrong?"
Hearing the girl's voice outside laced with unconscious anxiety, Wen Zhiyan immediately regained his composure, "I'm fine, I just dropped the shower gel bottle."
Just now, was it his illusion? He felt a tingling sensation in his legs, which had long been numb.
Although it only lasted for a second, he had still perceived it.
As soon as he sensed it, he frantically raised his hand to strike his legs.
As expected, he didn't feel the pain he anticipated.
It was as if that one second had been a mere illusion.
This was what caused him to lose his composure and accidentally drop the bottle.
So, was it really his illusion?
Years ago, he had been given a death sentence by the hospital. These legs of his would never recover.
Thinking of this, Wen Zhiyan let out a sneer: What was he delusionally hoping for? A cripple still thinking that one day a miracle would allow him to stand up again?
A joke, a joke, a huge joke.
Shaking his head, Wen Zhiyan concealed his emotions, picked up the towel, dried himself, and then expertly put on a bathrobe.
He pushed open the bathroom door.
"What are you doing here?"
"I was afraid you might be in some danger," Fang Miaomiao pointed at the bathroom, "so I waited outside."
Anyway, she was going to play on her phone wherever she was. If something really happened inside, she could quickly enter.
He was her favorite paper man, and now he was her backing, so she had to take good care of him.
"I'm fine." Wen Zhiyan saw that the concern in her eyes was genuine, and the gloom and irritation in his heart faded considerably.
"That's good." Fang Miaomiao reached out and pushed Wen Zhiyan's wheelchair, sending him back to the bedroom.
Then she tidied up the shower gel that had fallen on the floor in the bathroom and simply washed up before returning to her own room.
However, as she lay in bed, tossing and turning, she couldn't fall asleep.
She just felt like something was missing, but she couldn't articulate what it was.
Meanwhile, in the other bedroom, Wen Zhiyan, who should have been asleep long ago, was also unusually alert.
His mind was even occasionally filled with Fang Miaomiao's face.
Wen Zhiyan frowned, and finally sat up in bed, turned on the desk lamp, and opened the laptop on his bedside table.
It was two in the morning. Staring at the blue light of the computer, he, who should have been tired and asleep, had no hint of sleepiness.
Until, a "click" sound came from the doorway.
His lips couldn't stop curving upwards: He seemed to know something now.