The Chosen One of the Elite Family! The Beautiful Mother of the Villain Awakens

Wen Yixing was married to Fang Shiyan for seven years. One day, a system appeared on her body, telling her that this world was actually a book, and she was the weak mother of the villain who died e...

Chapter 77

When Fang Shiyan returned home from the hotel, it was already 11:30 p.m.

Fang Shiyu came over today and is lying on the sofa, wearing a face mask and playing games.

Hearing the door open, Fang Shiyu turned around and looked back: "Brother, you're back."

Fang Shiyan responded softly and asked, "Where is Mother?"

"She went to bed a long time ago; her sleep schedule has been very regular lately."

Fang Shiyu was busy playing games and didn't even look up. "Your mother had the chef make you some porridge today. It's in the pot. Drink it while it's hot."

Since Fang Shiyan had just been discharged from the hospital, Li Qingyun had been staying at his villa these days to make it easier to take care of him.

Fang Shiyu is currently on vacation and, being bored, moved here as well.

Actually, it's a bit boring here. I used to be able to play with my chubby little nephew when I came here, but now that he's left with his mother, the whole house feels empty.

Fang Shiyan went to the kitchen, where the housekeeper had already ladled out the porridge for him. As soon as he sat down at the table, he heard Fang Shiyu ask, "Brother, have you contacted Yaoyao these days? He should be on holiday soon, right? Could you bring Yaoyao to stay here for a few days? Mother misses him a lot."

Fang Shiyu had a love-hate relationship with his little nephew; sometimes he found him incredibly cute, and other times he found him a bit annoying.

Especially now, my little nephew, I don't know where he learned it from, he's so clever and cunning, you have to pay to chat with him.

Fang Shiyan didn't speak. He opened his phone and looked down at the number he had called her.

She didn't reply to any of them.

Looking at his phone, Fang Shiyan thought of the voice he heard from Shen Jingshao on the phone that evening.

He was quite far away at the time, and only vaguely heard a sound.

The tone of his voice is very similar to hers.

For a moment, he even doubted that he was hallucinating.

Undeniably, he really missed her.

He originally thought that once she left, her life wouldn't change much.

But he was wrong.

He was really not used to her leaving, extremely not used to it.

After taking a sip of porridge, Fang Shiyan lost his appetite.

The chef was very skilled at cooking, but he didn't understand his preferences as well as she did.

Fang Shiyan's gaze fell on the bowl and chopsticks they were using to drink porridge. He remembered that she had specially chosen them, saying that the patterns on them were beautiful.

She also chose the placemats for the dining table; she likes ink paintings, and the ink painting patterns on the placemats are beautiful.

When she married into the family, the villa had not yet been renovated.

At that time, he had to film movies and take over his mother's company, so he had no free time at all. Therefore, she did all the housework, and she was the one who chose most of the furniture.

Fang Shiyan got up and went upstairs in silence.

Fang Shiyu, who was lying on the sofa, was used to his older brother's aloofness and didn't care whether his brother answered his question or not, and continued to immerse himself in the game.

Fang Shiyan went up to the second floor and opened the room where she used to live.

Her room was large, but she had already taken everything with her, leaving it empty and spacious.

Fang Shiyan couldn't remember exactly when they started sleeping in separate rooms.

Although they are husband and wife, they rarely have intimate moments together.

Fang Shiyan stood at the door for a long time, his fingers gripping the doorknob, his knuckles turning slightly white.

Fang Shiyan turned on the bedroom light and walked in.

He wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he felt that her scent still lingered in the room.

It has a faint, pleasant fragrance.

The room had already been cleaned and tidied by the housekeeper; the spacious bedroom was clean and tidy.

Fang Shiyan's attention was drawn to the cardboard box next to the desk.

He walked over, squatted down, completely ignoring the dust on the cardboard box, and slowly opened it.

Inside were all the things she hadn't taken with her.

Fang Shiyan took them out one by one to examine them.

There were some books, as well as some small ornaments she used to use. He even took out a half-finished cushion from them.

A long time ago, he had been having back pain, and she said she would make him a softer backrest pillow.

Things I wouldn't have paid attention to before are now surprisingly clear in my mind.

At the very bottom of the box were his support posters, movie posters, and other things related to him.

These things are quite old; they're from eight or nine years ago, when he first started out.

Fang Shiyan opened each poster one by one and could see that the poster's owner loved them very much and had protected them very well.

Some of the posters also had words on the back, which Fang Shiyan turned over and examined carefully.

It says "[Starlight]" on it.

When Fang Shiyan first saw the two characters, they seemed familiar. He stared at them for two seconds before he remembered what they were.

He remembered this ID; it belonged to someone who had started supporting him on Weibo when he first debuted, before he became famous.

She is very active and often comments on his Weibo posts.

Actually, his journey into the entertainment industry wasn't smooth sailing. Although he was chosen by directors to act in movies, he started as the male lead, which made people in the industry envious of his comfortable resources.

Right after the movie officially announced its lead actor, some fans from other groups started attacking him and cursing him on Weibo.

Nobody likes being criticized, and he was no exception.

He excelled in his studies from childhood to university, and was the pride of his parents and teachers. No one had ever verbally abused him with such vulgar language.

Although he has always been good at managing his emotions, he was young at the time, and he was still affected to some extent by some harsh comments.

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