Wife, please behave yourself.

Chapter 110 I heard Liu Changcun has a child?
A boxed lunch restaurant next to No. 16 Middle School.

For just a few dollars, you can enjoy a nutritious meal consisting of two meat dishes and two vegetable dishes.

Liu Songyan carried his boxed lunch to a quiet table where no one was gathered. Before he could even pick up his chopsticks, Chi Jinhe handed them to him.

He glanced at the other person and thanked them.

"Thank you."

Taking the chopsticks, Liu Songyan faced Shen Ruzhi, who was also sitting down, and said...

"Does the vice squad leader think my behavior today was appropriate?"

"You mean flirting with girls?"

"..."

Listening to Shen Ruzhi's baseless slander, Liu Songyan silently recited the saying "with great power comes great responsibility" and suppressed the urge to retort.

He patiently spoke again.

"You said that as class monitor, you should be eager to help classmates in need, and I have done exactly as you said."

"But I didn't ask you to only help girls..."

She looked away from Liu Songyan in front of her, picked up her chopsticks, wiped them with a cheap tissue on the table, and poked at the rice.

"I know you've become more attractive now, but you can't just help the female classmates."

"What can I do? The boys in my class run away when they see me; they don't even dare to look me in the eye."

As a former campus legend of No. 16 Middle School, Liu Songyan was rumored to be someone you should never look into.

He used to have a "punk" hairstyle that covered half of his face, and his strange appearance inadvertently reinforced the stereotypes of many of his classmates.

Now that her hair is cut, her whole face is showing.

Some of the girls in the class completely ignored the rumors, but the boys continued to do as they pleased.

Liu Songyan looked at Shen Ruzhi, who seemed to be throwing a tantrum.

"Vice squad leader, give me another suggestion."

"You need to first eliminate the students' fear of you."

Hearing Liu Songyan call her vice class monitor, Shen Ruzhi, who had gone from class monitor to vice class monitor, did not feel demoted at all; on the contrary, she was inexplicably happy.

"First, you need to learn to smile, not the kind of smile that girls find attractive, but a genuine smile that comes from the heart... a smile that looks especially kind and friendly."

"so?"

Liu Songyan twitched the corners of his mouth, revealing a face that was even uglier than crying.

This expression caught the attention of the two girls present. Chi Jinhe's eyes curved like crescent moons, and even Shen Ruzhi couldn't help but burst out laughing.

There was nothing else to it, except that Liu Songyan's appearance at that moment was completely unrelated to a friendly smile.

If I had to describe it, it would probably be more like a forced smile.

"No, no."

Suppressing a laugh, Shen Ruzhi hurriedly shook her hand holding the chopsticks in denial.

"With you looking like this, it's no wonder the other students are scared."

"Tsk, it's harder than I imagined."

Seeing Liu Songyan frowning and clicking his tongue, Shen Ruzhi asked curiously.

Why do you suddenly want to change yourself? Wasn't your old aloof style just fine?

"..."

Seeing that the boy in front of her did not say anything, Shen Ruzhi continued to speculate.

"Could it be because of a certain girl...?"

His gaze drifted intentionally or unintentionally to the other side, watching Chi Jinhe's silly, happy expression.

Her feigned casual questioning couldn't hide her nervousness.

"No, it's just because of my dad."

Hearing the boy's response, Shen Ruzhi's anxiety subsided.

"Because of your uncle?"

“You know how busy my dad was during the summer vacation. First, he was running back and forth between the film crew and home, and then he was keeping an eye on the business of opening a shop.”

Since his parents' divorce, Liu Changcun has indeed seemed like a completely different person.

If the father in the past was content with the status quo...

Now he is constantly striving to improve himself.

Now the family's finances are no longer tight, and the days when we had to stretch every penny is gone forever.

The father had indeed changed, which worried his son who had witnessed it.

Now, all Liu Changcun cares about is making money. Liu Songyan doesn't want his father to work so hard, because there are many other wonderful things in this world besides making money.

The motherland has a vast and beautiful land with stunning scenery.

He wanted his whole family to travel to every corner together.

As a son, Liu Songyan was worried about his father.

Because of his past failed marriage, he even hoped that his father could find a suitable partner again in the rest of his life.

He just wanted his father to be happy.

That's all.

"I want to share some of his burden, even if it's something insignificant."

"..."

Shen Ruzhi had not expected such an answer at all.

Facing the lunchbox in front of him, his gaze remained fixed on the boy opposite him.

Her slightly parted mouth caused her breathing to gradually quicken.

She wondered if the restaurant's fan wasn't strong enough, but she felt inexplicably hot.

Raise your hand, and it acts as a fan.

Shen Ruzhi stirred slightly, then spoke up in response.

"I didn't expect you to be such a filial person. Your uncle would be very touched if he knew."

"Don't say anything more."

"I know, I know, you need to change your fierce attitude too."

Seeing Liu Songyan staring at her, Shen Ruzhi was completely immune to his speaking style.

In the past, she would definitely have had some objections, but after spending a summer together, she has completely gotten used to the other person.

Chi Jinhe remained cheerful.

Although the two people beside her kept bickering, she really liked the harmonious atmosphere.

Back in the second year of junior high, because she was targeted by Li Yan and his group, not many classmates were willing to be her friends.

Now that she's in her third year of junior high, on the second day of school, her and Liu Songyan's original lunch group has grown by one more person.

She also had the idea of ​​becoming friends with Shen Ruzhi, who had once stood up for her.

Now the three are in the same class, and have even become deskmates and sit in front of and behind each other.

During the summer vacation... the wish she made in her heart seemed to have been fulfilled without her even realizing it.

Thinking of this, her already beaming smile became even brighter.

Chi Jinhe looked at the two of them and spoke.

"Good friends shouldn't argue!"

"There was no quarrel."

"Who argued with him?"

"hey-hey……"

Hearing the unanimous voices, Chi Jinhe smiled foolishly.

"Besides, I wouldn't call her a friend, right, vice class monitor?"

"Same here, I think so too, class monitor."

Hearing Shen Ruzhi's defiant reply, Liu Songyan was somewhat surprised.

"At the beginning of summer vacation, you were constantly clamoring for my dad and your mom to get married, but now I don't hear you mention it at all?"

"..."

The hand gripping the chopsticks tightened suddenly, and Shen Ruzhi, who had been slightly raising her head, immediately wilted.

This scene caught Liu Songyan's eye, and he felt he had gained the upper hand. He was completely oblivious to the girl's already bright red earlobes.

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I went home after get off work in the evening.

Since An Zhaoran obeyed her father's arrangement and left her job as a weather anchor, she left her apartment and moved back home.

Firstly, it would make it easier to communicate with my father about work arrangements, and secondly, it would allow me to hitch a ride to work.

On my days off, I would practice driving; in my free time, I would learn to cook from my mother.

Her schedule was packed every day, so much so that she couldn't go to Liu Changcun's place whenever she was bored, like she used to.

Yesterday, Liu Changcun's suggestion for a new program greatly inspired An Zhaoran, and after returning home, he discussed the feasibility of the new program with his father.

After obtaining her father's approval, she hurriedly began planning the new program.

An application has been submitted to the station, and production has already begun.

Seemingly to thank her father, An Junan, for his full support, 33-year-old An Zhaoran, after undergoing rigorous training from her mother, Guo Yan, finally decided to personally prepare a lavish dinner for her parents.

As dish after dish was served, An Junan's expression grew increasingly uneasy as he sat at the table.

While his daughter went to the kitchen to get the soup bowl, he quickly went to his wife's side and asked in a low voice.

"When did Ranran learn to cook? Is it edible?"

"Don't worry, it won't poison you."

Guo Yan rolled her eyes at her husband and replied irritably.

Ever since An Junan made such a disgraceful mistake in front of Liu Changcun, she, who used to respect her husband, has completely lost her kindness towards him.

Thinking of the old man next to me, whose hair is starting to turn white, and who still has the energy to watch those obscene videos at his age.

Guo Yan, who hadn't experienced marital bliss for many years, was a little jealous.

Seeing that his wife's attitude towards him had not improved, An Junan wisely shut his mouth.

To prevent a similar incident from happening again, Guo Yan, who is now the head of Anjia, has disposed of that computer.

Afterwards, Anju Nan felt increasingly uneasy, and every night when she closed her eyes, she would see the video footage from that day.

As the station director, he knew that times were constantly changing.

I just didn't expect... even something like this has developed so quickly these days.

In his youth, he had at most read texts with a touch of eroticism; this was the first time he had ever seen a video that struck him so deeply.

He had considered finding the culprit who framed him, but then he remembered that no suspicious people had come to his house recently.

Liu Changcun? Impossible. His future son-in-law was standing right next to him at the time, and his innocence was just as clear as Liu's.

Guo Yan? That's impossible. The way my wife was angry at the time didn't seem like she was deliberately framing me.

An Zhaoran?
That's absolutely impossible!
Despite her illustrious family background, Anju Nandu has always strived to cultivate her daughter's hardworking and resilient character in her upbringing.

My daughter is as clean as a blank sheet of paper, in contrast to the video on the computer, which was made by An Zhaoran.

Its credibility.

He could not have made this while sleepwalking; it couldn't have been done by his own daughter.

Seeing An Zhaoran bring out a soup bowl from the kitchen, An Junan, as her father, felt like he must be going crazy.

He even started to suspect his daughter.

However... everyone in the family had their doubts. Could it really be something he did while sleepwalking?
"Dad, try my cooking."

Back at the dining table, An Zhaoran ladled out soup and placed it in front of her parents.

Then she looked at her father with some anticipation, hoping to get the most honest evaluation from him.

Being watched so intently by his daughter, even someone as experienced as An Junan couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

Looking at the soup bowl in front of me, at the clear chicken soup.

I took a spoon and stirred it in the bowl.

I glanced up and saw the expectant look in my daughter's eyes...

Fine, I'll just have to swallow it even if it tastes bad!

Having made up his mind, An Junan steeled himself and brought the spoon to his mouth.

"Hmm? It smells like your mom!"

"Why is that old geezer swearing?"

"Slip of the tongue, slip of the tongue."

Hurriedly calming his glaring wife, An Junan looked down at the soup bowl in front of him with great surprise.

If his wife hadn't stayed in the kitchen all day, he would have thought the chicken soup in front of him was secretly made by her.

With each bite, Anju Nan was increasingly amazed by her daughter's culinary skills.

Before, let alone cooking a whole table of dishes... aside from occasionally cleaning the room, the most I did in the kitchen was open the refrigerator.

Having a partner really makes a difference.

He is obviously much more sensible than before, and he even knows how to respect his parents.

With his face down, An Junan spooned the chicken soup into his mouth, and every now and then you could hear him inhaling deeply.

The strange behavior of the former head of the family caught the attention of the mother and daughter.

Before An Zhaoran, the daughter, could speak, Guo Yan, who hadn't given her husband a kind look lately, hurriedly offered comfort.

"What are you doing in front of the child?"

"move……"

An Junan put down the soup spoon and blinked frequently.

"The child has grown up... and knows how to respect his/her parents."

"Old man..."

"This chicken soup tastes exactly the same as the one you made."

An Junan inhaled deeply, raising his hand to wipe his eyes.

"Although I've always thought your soup tastes terrible, but..."

"Anju South!"

Guo Yan, who was trying to comfort her husband, had her arm hanging in mid-air. After hearing the old man's follow-up remarks, she suddenly lost her temper.

The attempt to appease turned into a beating.

Anju Nan, who wields immense power at the station, doesn't dare retaliate at all at home.

All they could do was silently resist, occasionally brushing aside the opponent's descending hand.

Seeing her parents' daily banter, An Zhaoran, who was already used to it, had no intention of intervening.

Anyway, the old couple has been living like this for so many years. If they come out of the same room tomorrow, they will be as good as new again.

An Zhaoran tasted it herself and found it to be just as her father had said.

Thanks to her mother's strict training, her cooking skills have improved significantly.

An Zhaoran smiled happily, thinking that she must show off her skills in front of Liu Changcun when she had the chance.

So what if she can cook? She can do it if she wants to.

I just didn't have the motivation before.

If it weren't for the last time I was at Liu Changcun's house, I would have tasted the meal prepared by Ning Mengyao.

She didn't need her mother to pass on all her culinary skills to her.

When I prepare a table full of delicious food, Liu Changcun will be so surprised that his jaw will almost dislocate.

Thinking of this in her heart, An Zhaoran couldn't help but feel happy whenever she thought of the other person.

"By the way, Ranran, I have a question for you."

Despite his best efforts to resist, An Junan's arm was still sore from the five consecutive slaps from the Guo family.

While speaking gently, she asked her daughter, who was grinning inexplicably across the table.

"I heard Liu Changcun has a child? When was it born?"

"..."

The act of drinking soup suddenly stopped, and the smile that had been on his face froze at that moment.

An Zhaoran's eyes widened uncontrollably.

Even Guo Yan, who was standing to the side, temporarily stopped.

Together with her husband, they both turned their gazes toward An Zhaoran.

(End of this chapter)