Fang Miaomiao let out a long sigh at the ceiling, "Indeed, I'm better suited for cloud parenting."
Let her be angry, who was afraid of whom.
If you don't want to talk to me, I don't want to talk to you either.
Who wasn't a giant baby?
That's what she said.
But by the time she reacted, she was already standing at Wen Yanan's door.
Fang Miaomiao almost bit off her tongue when she came to her senses.
Just as she was about to leave, feeling guilty like a thief, a voice came from behind her.
Fang Miaomiao stiffened, then put on a smile and turned around to look.
"Hi, little An'an, we meet again."
What a fake smile.
Wen Yanan's small face stiffened, "Aunt Miaomiao, is there anything else?"
"Oh." Fang Miaomiao blinked, "Uncle Chen Tianming from the crew sent a notice, saying we're to gather at Xi Airport tomorrow morning."
Seeing him nod, Fang Miaomiao was about to say something to ease the awkward atmosphere when she heard him say, "I know, Aunt Miaomiao, you can go about your business."
The smile on Fang Miaomiao's face instantly froze, but she quickly recovered, "Okay, thank you, An'an."
After speaking, she turned and left without looking back.
Back in her bedroom, Fang Miaomiao unashamedly lay back on the sofa, staring blankly at the ceiling.
In her previous life, her parents died young. Although her grandmother doted on her, she was old and often powerless.
No neighbors were willing to bother with them, let alone distant relatives.
Therefore, her personality gradually became cold and indifferent.
She had never experienced family affection, and she didn't know how to respond to it, let alone Wen Yanan, who had no relation to her.
She could play with Wen Yanan, and out of consideration for Wen Zhiyan, she could show concern for Wen Yanan, but she knew that what Wen Yanan wanted, she couldn't give.
So, she subconsciously wanted to escape. She didn't want to answer the question, didn't want to apologize to Wen Yanan, and didn't want to explain, not even with a clumsy excuse.
Annoying.
The more she thought about it, the more annoyed she became.
Fang Miaomiao impatiently buried her head in a pillow.
...
"Has she returned?"
Wen Yanan heard his father's words, "She has."
"Unhappy?"
"No."
"An'an, I'm sorry, we didn't mean to not come back last night. Some things happened last night, and I suddenly had a fever, so I had to go to the apartment nearby."
"You were sick?"
"Don't worry, I'm almost recovered." Wen Zhiyan's voice was gentle, "Are you blaming her for not explaining when she came back?"
An'an was too much like himself, even more reserved than him. So he would never proactively ask Fang Miaomiao about last night.
Moreover, although Fang Miaomiao was here, he could tell that her heart was deep. Others could play with her and talk to her. She would also care for them out of gratitude and dote on An'an because he was sensible.
But all this was limited to their platonic relationship.
After observing her for the past few days, he realized that this Fang Miaomiao was a contradiction, so much so that she might not know what she wanted. She was cautious and would not reveal her true thoughts to anyone.
She was also very strong. Even when criticized, she would just smile indifferently, not caring at all. The words used by those haters would make him furious if he read them, but Fang Miaomiao seemed to enjoy them more and more.
She was also very brave. Knowing that the other party had malicious intentions towards her, she still went deep into the enemy camp with cameras and recorders, just to find irrefutable evidence.
She knew very well that he was helping her, so she was willing to take care of him all night and cook for him.
It was this contradiction that attracted him.
Wen Yanan remained silent.
He just wanted an explanation, even a fabricated one, and he would believe it.
But there was none.
"You know, she doesn't have feelings for us," Wen Zhiyan spoke the cruel truth.
Wen Yanan was silent for a while before asking, "Is it because I was naughty?"
"An'an is very well-behaved," Wen Zhiyan comforted him. "She just isn't familiar with us yet. When she gets to know us, she'll know that An'an is a very good child."
"I know."
Wen Yanan's eyes were watery. Big tears couldn't help but fall. He held his phone in one hand and a tissue in the other, obediently wiping away the falling tears.
He couldn't cry. He had heard on TV that children who cry don't get liked by adults, so she wouldn't like crying children.
She wasn't familiar with them yet, so he had to work hard to make her familiar with him and like him. That way, she would truly like him, instead of treating him like someone else's child.
Although, he wasn't her biological child.
"Okay, Dad has more to do. I'll entrust her time from now on to An'an."
"Mmm."
After dinner.
Wen Yanan took Fang Miaomiao's hand.
It was soft and comfortable to the touch.
"What is it?" Fang Miaomiao asked, confused.
"Can I sleep with you?"
Fang Miaomiao was stunned. Since she returned this morning, she had only seen Wen Yanan three times.
The first two times, Wen Yanan didn't talk to her.
How could it be that after this afternoon, Wen Yanan wanted to sleep with her?
However, when she met his grape-sized, hopeful eyes, she couldn't bring herself to refuse.
Besides, it was her fault in the first place.
"Yes."
Back in the bedroom, Wen Yanan quickly got ready and went to bed obediently, waiting for her.
Fang Miaomiao also got into bed after washing up.
A glance from the corner of her eye.
A fairy tale book.
It was the first time she had seen Wen Yanan holding a fairy tale book.
And why wasn't he reading, but instead, his little head turned to look wherever she went?
A flash of realization crossed Fang Miaomiao's mind, and she immediately understood. With a hint of disbelief, she spoke to Wen Yanan, "I'll read you a fairy tale."
She thought she was overthinking it, but who knew that Wen Yanan would directly hand her the book, burrow under the covers, and then stare at her with his sparkling eyes.
At that moment, his clear eyes were full of her reflection.
Her heart skipped a beat uncontrollably.
"Just once, can you?"
Fang Miaomiao came back to her senses and saw Wen Yanan pinching the corner of her sleeve, speaking to her timidly in a pathetic tone.
Alas, forget it, he was also a pitiful little fellow.
It was just telling a story, so she would tell one!
Fang Miaomiao boldly nodded her agreement and opened the book.
She found a classic fairy tale and began to read softly.
Time dripped by with the story.
By the time she finished one story, the little guy beside her had fallen into a deep sleep.
The little guy slept soundly.
Looking at his sleeping face, Fang Miaomiao's lips curved upwards unconsciously.
"Good night, little guy."