This is the entertainment industry! No tantrums or shouting allowed!

339's marriage into the Wen family was his good fortune.

...

hospital.

Wen Yao walked quickly, leaving the others far behind.

But as she approached the intensive care unit, she suddenly stopped.

The closer they got, the more timid they became.

"Yao-mei!" A strange female voice pulled Wen Yao back to reality from her anxiety.

Wen Yao looked at the elegant and dignified lady, who was standing next to a tall and imposing middle-aged man.

Their identities can be easily determined from their similar facial features to Fu Qianchuan.

Wen Yao opened her mouth, wanting to speak but unable to make a sound. She could only hurriedly bow to the two elders.

Aunt Fang gently took her hand: "I'm so glad to finally meet you! I'm such a fan!"

She gave Uncle Fu a wink.

A forced smile appeared on the man's usually stern face: "Hello, Yao-mei."

Wen Yao was worried about Fu Qianchuan and gestured a few times.

Aunt Fang: "Don't worry, it's not fake news, Qianchuan really has woken up."

Wen Yao breathed a long sigh of relief.

Her tense nerves suddenly relaxed, and in an instant, she felt as if she didn't even have the strength to stand up.

Two forces from behind caught her just in time.

On the left and right are Gu Yan and Joshua.

After a few brief pleasantries, the nurse came over and informed us that one person was allowed to go in to visit.

Wen Yao's eyes darkened slightly. Although she really wanted to see Fu Qianchuan with her own eyes, she knew that Uncle Fu and Aunt Fang's love for their son was only greater than her own affection for Fu Qianchuan.

However, to everyone's surprise, Aunt Fang said softly:

"Yao-mei, could you go and check on Qian-chuan for us?"

Wen Yao was stunned.

“I think… more than me and his father, he wants to see you right now.” Aunt Fang smiled and patted Wen Yao’s head. “Go ahead, the doctor said he might not wake up for long.”

Wen Yao's eyes were red, and she moved her lips, silently expressing her gratitude.

After being disinfected, Wen Yao entered the ward.

Fu Qianchuan had his eyes closed, but when she approached, his long eyelashes fluttered and he opened his eyes.

A hint of a smile appeared in those familiar dark eyes, just as he had when he looked at her countless times.

Their eyes met, and the room fell silent.

Fu Qianchuan was on a ventilator, and his physical condition did not allow him to speak.

Wen Yao lost her voice; she couldn't utter a single syllable even though she had a thousand words to say.

But at this moment, silence speaks louder than words, and everything is understood without being said.

Wen Yao stepped forward and took Fu Qianchuan's hand.

Fu Qianchuan's pupils visibly trembled.

After a while.

He moved his fingertips with difficulty, writing and drawing in Wen Yao's palm.

The moment he finished drawing, Wen Yao burst into tears.

It was the exact same heart she had drawn on his palm yesterday.

So he knew...

He always knew...

Fu Qianchuan wanted to raise his hand to wipe away her tears, but such a simple action was as difficult as climbing to the sky for him.

Wen Yao realized what was happening, wiped her face haphazardly with her sleeve, and smiled at Fu Qianchuan.

【get well soon】

She wrote softly.

...

As the doctor said, Fu Qianchuan soon fell into a deep sleep again.

As Wen Yao stepped out of the ward, she was surprised to find that her mother had also come!

Ms. Wen smiled gently as she spoke quietly with Aunt Fang.

"It doesn't matter whether our Yaozai gets married or not. I just hope she can find someone she truly loves and who also treats her sincerely."

“I’m afraid that after I’m gone, she will be lonely in this world.”

Wen Yao's nose felt sore.

It turns out that before her rebirth, she had misunderstood her mother's intentions.

She thought her mother was urging her to find someone to accompany her, which is why she hastily got engaged to Fu Wanzhou.

She now realizes just how wrong she was.

Aunt Fang laughed and said, "Yao-mei doesn't need to get married. Our Qianchuan is willing to marry into the family! Don't worry, in-laws, Qianchuan is an outstanding graduate of the Male Virtue Academy. He can do laundry and cook with ease, and making beds is a piece of cake for him. He'll support you for the rest of your life, no questions asked!"

Uncle Fu nodded and said, "That's right. Marrying into the Wen family is a blessing for him. I will advise him to cherish it."

Ms. Wen chuckled, glancing at Wen Yao out of the corner of her eye, and waved to her.

"Little one, come to Mommy."

Wen Yao ran over and jumped into Ms. Wen's arms.

She rarely acts coquettishly in front of outsiders, but in front of Ms. Wen, she's like a mama's girl, hugging, cuddling, and snuggling up to her.

Ms. Wen was amused by her clingy behavior and pinched Wen Yao's cheek:

"Mommy really wishes you could stay a baby forever, so I could hold you in my arms and take you everywhere I go."

Aunt Fang sighed, "Yes, when you're pregnant, you can't wait to give birth. But once you're born, you realize it would have been more convenient to keep the baby in your belly."

Strictly speaking, this doesn't count as meeting the parents, but the elders of the Wen and Fu families got along very well.

Only after returning to the hotel's presidential suite did Ms. Wen show her deep concern.

Do you know how many men there are in this world? 40 billion!

"Is it really worth getting yourself into this mess for just one in four billion?"

Wen Yao placed her hands on her knees and obediently listened to the instruction.

Looking into her daughter's innocent and clear eyes, Ms. Wen couldn't bring herself to say anything harsh.

She has never been able to do anything about her precious child.

"Actually, Mom has no problem with Qianchuan. He's perfect in terms of family background and personality. It's just that his profession is a bit too dangerous..."

"Being with a man like that means you can only wait forever, wait for him to return safely, and you have no other choice."

Wen Yao nodded her little head.

Mom is right!

"You child, you always have the same attitude. You admit your mistakes and are incredibly obedient, but you never learn and always do it again!"

Wen Yao took her arm shyly and rubbed her cheek against her mother's shoulder.

"Are you a cat? You're so good at being affectionate." Ms. Wen scratched the girl's chin, her tone becoming serious. "But as long as you're happy, Mom will support you. If you're wronged, Mom will stand up for you."

"Mom will always be your support."

...

The night is dark.

Wen Yao went to the terrace and took out her phone to check.

The waiter sent her a message using Jiang Jinghuai's phone, saying that Jiang Jinghuai was drunk and asking her to come and look after him.

Yes, this is the place.

Wen Yao looked around and finally found Jiang Jinghuai's figure in the corner.

A pile of various wine glasses and bottles sat in front of him. Hearing footsteps, Jiang Jinghuai looked up.

"Sister, am I dreaming?" He forced a smile, his eyes shimmering with tears, his expression intoxicated. "It must be a dream, otherwise how could you be here..."

Jiang Jinghuai reached out to pour wine, but the bottle was empty. He shook it twice.

His hands trembled uncontrollably, and the wine bottle clattered and rolled to the ground.

Wen Yao stepped forward and showed him a text message she typed on her phone:

[Back to room]

"I'm not going back..." Jiang Jinghuai fumbled for a glass of foreign liquor, about to gulp it down, when— *smack*

Wen Yao didn't use much force, but the sound of her slapping her cheek was exceptionally clear in the desolate night.