Fang Miaomiao closed her eyes and got into Wen Zhiyan's bed.
Her movements were so practiced that Wen Zhiyan almost suspected Fang Miaomiao had harbored ill intentions towards him for a long time. Otherwise, how would she know his bedroom so well and get into bed so smoothly?
Or perhaps, this little demon from who-knew-where had a GPS function?
Thinking this, Wen Zhiyan smiled, a mix of helplessness and indulgence.
After getting into bed, Fang Miaomiao rolled around a few times, probing, before accurately finding Wen Zhiyan's position. Then, she habitually placed her hand around his waist.
Wen Zhiyan looked at her peaceful sleeping face and couldn't resist reaching out to touch it.
It was smooth, just as he had imagined.
As he thought, Wen Zhiyan's pupils deepened.
When he came back to his senses, his fingers had somehow touched her small lips.
This felt like touching a scorching hot stone, startling him into quickly retracting his hand.
And his heart, which had been so calm it barely showed any movement, was now pounding wildly.
As an adult, he knew very well what this meant.
He was just puzzled. What kind of magic did this little demon possess that made him develop feelings for her, someone he'd only known for a few days?
When exactly did it happen?
"Calling you a demon, and you really are one," Wen Zhiyan, unable to figure it out, pinched Fang Miaomiao's cheek as if taking out his frustration on a child. "In just a few days."
As he pinched, Wen Zhiyan couldn't help but chuckle softly.
Ever since he could remember, his mother had always told him he was cold-hearted, that he didn't have normal human emotions, and that he wasn't her child.
He didn't know if he had done something wrong. He experienced his first moment of confusion in his life.
His third brother told him that to gain his mother's affection, he had to learn to act cute and show weakness.
Act cute, show weakness?
He stood in front of the mirror, performing actions that were difficult and, in his opinion, incomprehensible.
He repeated them again and again.
Finally, he succeeded.
But when his mother saw him smiling, she screamed and pushed him to the ground, constantly shouting that he was a demon.
From then on, he never approached his mother proactively again.
However, his father said it was a good thing. In the business world, too much emotion would always lead to losses. He said his other three brothers weren't capable, and only he could elevate the family business to new heights.
His father always advised him, "Don't have too much emotion. Keep it that way."
He didn't understand what his father meant. But after he grew up and graduated, his father directly handed over the company to him, telling him to protect it well.
Although he didn't understand, he had nothing else he was interested in, so he took on the burden his father had entrusted to him.
As his father had said, he was indeed suited for the business world. After taking over his father's company, its profits began to skyrocket.
Society praised him, employees looked up to him, his father was relieved, and his mother occasionally looked at him.
But he still didn't know why he was alive. He went to work numbly every day, then went home to look after An An.
Until now, it seemed he had found it.
Wen Zhiyan looked tenderly at the person holding him tightly and murmured to himself, "So, are you sent from heaven?"
Fang Miaomiao grunted a few times in her sleep.
This made the smile in Wen Zhiyan's eyes deepen, his voice so gentle it was intoxicating. "Okay, good night, sweet dreams."
...
"You're just a cripple. Do you really think I like you?"
"Wen Zhiyan, you're a scourge. Why don't you just die?"
"Get lost! I've never, ever liked you. Wen Zhiyan, you're a cripple, and you think I'd like you? Are you still dreaming? Wen Zhiyan, why don't you just die? If it weren't for you, why would Brother Anlan hate me?"
"I didn't."
Wen Zhiyan sat in his wheelchair, surrounded by darkness.
He looked at the face that was so familiar it couldn't be more familiar.
But her face was filled with disgust and disdain. The concern and love in her eyes were completely gone.
No.
This wasn't Fang Miaomiao.
"Who are you? Where is Fang Miaomiao?"
"Heh, she's just a wandering ghost who wants to steal my body," Fang Miaomiao sneered, her eyes full of contempt. "A mere wandering ghost wants to possess my body? She's dreaming."
"Wen Zhiyan, looking at you like this, you haven't fallen for that wandering ghost who's been in my body for a few days, have you?" Fang Miaomiao stepped forward, bracing her hands on the wheelchair. Although she was smiling, her words were as sharp as ice. "Don't worry, I'll find a skilled exorcist to capture her soul tomorrow morning."
Fang Miaomiao paused here, then cupped Wen Zhiyan's chin with one hand. "Tell me, after she's driven out of my body, will you still have the ability to find her?"
"I will," Wen Zhiyan forcefully shook off the filthy hand on his chin, his gaze firm, even stubborn. "As long as she existed, I will find her."
Fang Miaomiao, not angered by being shaken off, said, "A cripple, quite good at boasting. But what does it matter? Wen Zhiyan, the ending to your tragic life can never be changed. In this life, you are destined to be alone."
"Everyone will dislike you, Fang Miaomiao will leave you, oh, and your precious son, whom you treat as your own, will also die by the hands of your dear Fang Miaomiao. Ah, that is, by my hands."
...
"Wen Zhiyan, Wen Zhiyan, wake up."
Fang Miaomiao was awakened by a pair of hands holding her.
She didn't have time to think about how she ended up in Wen Zhiyan's bed again. Wen Zhiyan looked very unwell, as if he was having a nightmare.
The crucial thing was that she couldn't wake him up no matter what.
Fang Miaomiao gasped.
The person holding her loosened their grip.
There was hope!
Fang Miaomiao spoke a few more words.
Wen Zhiyan finally let go completely.
Before Wen Zhiyan could react, she quickly got out of bed and went back to her bedroom to get her phone.
Fortunately, she had the driver's number saved and successfully contacted Xin Xuanlai.
The moment she entered the bedroom, Wen Zhiyan's large body almost fell to the ground.
She rushed over and caught Wen Zhiyan at the last second.
Damn, he was so heavy.
Xin Xuanlai arrived quickly, along with a family doctor.
The doctor examined him. "To Madam, Master Wen is just feeling unwell due to a fever. After the fever subsides tomorrow morning, he will be fine."
After learning some basic medical knowledge from the doctor, Fang Miaomiao sighed and went to the bathroom to fetch a basin of cold water for a compress.
Looking at his still furrowed brow, Fang Miaomiao also felt worried.
How did he get a fever?
Could it be because of her?
This thought was quickly dismissed. What a joke. If it were because of her, it should be a cold, not a fever.
"You, you, in my past life, no, it must be in my life before last life that I owed you."
If I didn't have some good feelings for you, I wouldn't be doing this even for money.