Wife, please behave yourself.

Chapter 80 We're driving, don't mess around!

"he and I……"

The three words came out of An Zhaoran's mouth, but the subsequent response was like a cassette tape suddenly going silent.

She wanted to tell the senior student behind her that she and Liu Changcun were in a relationship.

However, she simply couldn't bring herself to say such a half-true, half-false answer.

An Zhaoran actually understood very well.

Her relationship with Liu Changcun was actually just a pretense, a sham relationship that they temporarily agreed to maintain in order to appease their worried parents.

Even though they send each other greeting text messages every day, they will occasionally call each other late at night to chat about the progress of filming.

But in the end, a fake is a fake.

An Zhaoran felt a tightness in her chest again as she looked at the senior student in the back seat who was staring at her as she finished speaking.

His gaze, which had been fixed on the other person, slowly lowered downwards.

"He and I... can only be considered classmates."

"That's it."

Wen Yunwei responded with a smile.

However, upon hearing this reply, she relaxed her grip on the sketchbook.

Wen Yunwei withdrew her gaze from the front row and, using the car's interior lights, began to add details to the design drawings with a pen.

Silence returned to the car.

Apart from the cool air blowing from the air vents, all that remains is the scratching sound of the pen tip gliding across the paper.

After about four or five minutes, the closed car door opened again.

Liu Changcun sat back in the driver's seat.

The back door was then opened, and Shen Ruzhi, carrying her schoolbag, also got into the car.

"Mom, how was work today?"

"I don't know if things will go smoothly or not; we'll have to wait until the finished product is made to know."

Seeing her daughter get into the car, Wen Yunwei's smile deepened.

The sketchbook that he hadn't put down was now put away, and he hurriedly took the schoolbag full of exercise books from Shen Ruzhi's hands.

Liu Changcun, who was wearing a seatbelt, overheard the conversation in the back seat and chimed in.

“Your mother is really hardworking. She even works while eating. With such a serious attitude, she will succeed in whatever she does.”

"That's too much praise..."

"I'm not praising you, I'm just telling the truth. By the way, Zhizhi, my son wasn't rude to you today, was he?"

Seeing the smile on her mother's face because of Uncle Liu's two words, and hearing Uncle Liu ask her a question after he had already started driving again, she was about to reply when she looked ahead and saw the figure sitting in the passenger seat.

Shen Ruzhi couldn't answer for a moment, but she curiously glanced at the unfamiliar woman sitting in front of her a few more times.

After a few seconds, he looked away and turned back to Liu Changcun.

"No, that's not true. I had a very pleasant time with them today."

"When I went upstairs just now, Wanqiu told me that you cooked both lunch and dinner yourself, right?"

"I can only do simple things; I can't do anything too difficult."

"It's already amazing that someone your age can cook. I wish my husband was half as sensible as you."

Wen Yunwei, as a mother, was very happy. Besides design, the thing she cared about most in this world was her daughter, Shen Ruzhi.

Hearing Liu Changcun praise her child so highly, she, being modest, quickly responded in kind.

“I think Songyan is very sensible. He even responded when I greeted him this morning.”

“He was right in front of me. If I weren’t there, he might have said some nonsense again.”

"Really? But Song Yan seems very polite to me..."

"Actually, it's quite normal. It's very common for someone his age to like to act cool and stylish. But he still needs to have basic manners; that's the most basic upbringing. And..."

As the vehicle drove along the road, An Zhaoran, sitting in the passenger seat, silently looked out the window.

The two, both parents, discussed their experiences in raising children.

However, An Zhaoran is now unable to participate in such a topic no matter what.

To join the current discussion, she first needs to have a child.

But this was simply impossible for An Zhaoran, who had never even been in a relationship.

The laughter and joy at that moment had nothing to do with her.

The car's interior lights were on, and the streetlights were also working.

An Zhaoran turned her face to the right, looking at her reflection in the car window.

Her reflection in the car window showed no expression.

He just listened numbly to the conversation of the other three people in the car.

After taking Wen Yunwei and her daughter home, Liu Changcun told the departing mother and daughter that he would come to pick them up again the next morning.

The parked vehicles then started moving again.

We drove from the side road onto the main road.

This time, only Liu Changcun and An Zhaoran remained in the car.

Staring blankly ahead, Liu Changcun raised his hand and turned off the interior lights in the car.

If it weren't for the fact that Wen Yunwei was still revising the design drawings after getting into the car, he would never normally turn on the interior lights while driving.

He glanced to the side subconsciously and saw An Zhaoran, who was resting her head against the car window and not saying a word.

I observed that the other person was hugging their arms and almost curled up in their seat.

It seems the air conditioning in the car was set too high.

Liu Changcun raised his hand to turn off the car's air conditioning, and then rolled down the windows on both the driver's and passenger's sides.

Looking at An Zhaoran, who was originally pressing against the car window and looking outside, he had to sit up straight again because the car window was lowered.

"Is this better? Natural wind is definitely more comfortable than air conditioning."

"Um……"

His right hand was on the steering wheel, while his left hand reached out the window.

Spread your five fingers and grasp in the air.

Feel the sensation of being filled with wind.

Liu Changcun glanced to the side briefly, then quickly focused his gaze forward again.

"Why are you unhappy?"

"I'm not unhappy."

“Miss An, although I have said this many times, I would like to say it again.”

After a pause, Liu Changcun continued.

"Your thoughts are written all over your face, especially when you're unhappy, it's very obvious."

"..."

An Zhaoran hurriedly raised her hands and rubbed her face.

After doing this, he lowered his face again.

“I could tell you were having a good time chatting with your senior.”

The calm voice grew softer and softer.

"You're not like this when you're chatting with me..."

"Really?" "Yeah, the last few times I called, you were pretty unresponsive."

"That's because you were making those harassing phone calls to me in the early hours of the morning when you weren't sleeping."

Liu Changcun sighed helplessly.

"Who's a good person who doesn't sleep at night? Only a night owl like you is full of energy at night."

"..."

"Although I said I would try to act more convincingly, next time you could call a little earlier, like around nine o'clock at night."

"So, if I call you around nine o'clock, will you be willing to talk to me?"

Did I hang up on you?

"That's not true..."

"That's good. You know, people are especially irritable when they're sleepy. I'm already being extra lenient by not yelling at you for calling me late at night."

They drove towards An Zhaoran's parents' house.

Liu Changcun continued.

"You're clearly in your thirties, so why do you still act like a little girl all the time? If I hadn't asked you earlier, were you planning to sulk by yourself again?"

"No!"

"That's more like it. I'm more comfortable with a louder voice."

Hearing An Zhaoran's voice return to normal beside him, Liu Changcun pretended to pick his ear with his little finger, acting as if he had been disturbed.

This action, when observed by An Zhaoran, immediately made her somewhat uneasy.

"Did the noise hurt your ears?"

"Ugh, I feel like my eardrums are about to burst. No wonder he's a weather anchor, his voice is so loud."

"Does it hurt...?"

"Just kidding, see, you fell for it again."

"..."

"I won't call you Miss An anymore, I'll call you Three-Year-Old An. To be honest... you're easier to fool than my daughter."

"Are you lying to me? Didn't you say you generally don't lie?"

"Teasing you and lying to you are two different things. It's mainly because your expression is so interesting, otherwise I wouldn't have done this."

The vehicle was traveling on a straight road.

Liu Changcun took a moment to turn his face towards the other person, staring with wide eyes and a slightly open mouth, trying to imitate An Zhaoran's classic expression, but after trying it, he just couldn't get it right.

Seeing Liu Changcun deliberately mimicking her behavior, An Zhaoran realized that the other party was mocking her.

He immediately raised his hand, making a feint by slightly shaking his fist.

"Don't copy me!"

"I'm driving, don't mess around."

"You started it!"

"Alright, alright, I'm not teasing you anymore. Sit still."

"Humph."

With a cold snort, An Zhaoran turned her face away angrily.

He left most of the back of Liu Changcun's head visible beside him.

The open car window let in a constant stream of air, blowing An Zhaoran's hair and obscuring her face with strands of hair.

She raised her hand and pushed it back, a smile unconsciously appearing on her lips.

Looking out the car window.

She had traveled this route back to her parents' home countless times.

But looking back, I've never been as happy as I am now.

In the past, An Zhaoran would feel a sharp pain in her chest when she thought of Liu Changcun.

Now, when she thinks of him, she often finds herself smiling foolishly.

Although the other person always says things that make her angry, for some reason, she can't get angry at all right now.

She felt very relaxed whenever she was with Liu Changcun.

Even when she occasionally shows signs of anger, it's just a facade she's putting on.

The vehicle turned and drove into the residential area.

Liu Changcun carefully checked the rearview mirrors on both sides to make sure there would be no scrapes before proceeding normally.

Arriving at the building where An Zhaoran's parents lived, they found a spot to stop.

Liu Changcun pulled the handbrake and looked at the woman next to him who was unbuckling her seatbelt.

"I won't get off the bus, you can go up by yourself."

"Ah."

Nodding in agreement, An Zhaoran opened the car door and got out from the passenger side.

Looking through the lowered car window at Liu Changcun in the driver's seat.

"If my parents knew you brought me home, they would definitely drag you upstairs."

"So I'll retreat as soon as you go upstairs."

"Okay, then be careful on your way home."

"Don't worry, after riding in my car for so long, don't you know my driving skills?"

"You're amazing~ Okay, okay."

Amused by Liu Changcun's remarks, An Zhaoran turned and walked towards the stairwell after saying that.

Before going in, I stopped again.

I turned around and looked at the spot where the car was parked.

Raise your hand and swing it slightly.

Sitting inside the car, I was illuminated by the vehicle's headlights.

Liu Changcun saw the other person waving goodbye and opening and closing their mouth twice.

The distance was too far for Liu Changcun to hear the other person's voice.

But he still understood what the other person meant by reading their lip movements.

Bye-Bye.

Smiling, Liu Changcun leaned his arm out of the car window and bowed to the other person.

Upon seeing this, An Zhaoran turned and left with a smile on her face.

They disappeared from Liu Changcun's sight.

His gaze slowly returned, and his right hand went back to the handbrake.

Just as I was about to put it down, I glanced up and saw An Zhaoran, who had just left, suddenly turn back.

She appeared at the building entrance and gestured anxiously towards him.

Before Liu Changcun could figure out what the other party meant, the station director appeared in his line of sight the next second.

Anju Nan walked to the entrance of the building, carrying two full black garbage bags in each hand.

They spotted the car with its headlights on at a glance.

　1.1 words!!
　　Sleep, sleep~~~
　　Ask for a ticket~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)