Wife, please behave yourself.

Chapter 43 I thought they were sisters.

Sunday.

The atmosphere inside the car was somewhat tense.

Perhaps it was because he was on his period, but after picking her up from the apartment building, Liu Changcun, who was driving, immediately noticed something different about An Zhaoran.

The other person remained silent after getting into the car.

Apart from briefly saying a few words when giving directions, no other sounds can be heard.

Although Liu Changcun felt a little strange, he didn't take it too seriously.

A woman.

There are always a few days like that each month.

Compared to Liu Changcun's carefree attitude, An Zhaoran was not so relaxed at this moment.

Having not been in contact with Liu Changcun for so many years, she had almost forgotten why she used to dislike him.

Seeing the letter in the drawer brought back long-forgotten memories.

If it were just that she was better at studying, An Zhaoran wouldn't dislike her.

They only see each other as competitors and do not let personal emotions interfere.

However, the contents of that letter did indeed come to her mind.

In the letter, Liu Changcun not only said that she was ugly.

Furthermore, they used every kind of insulting language imaginable.

Its despicable nature is unparalleled in history.

The co-pilot.

An Zhaoran's breathing gradually quickened, and although she was wearing makeup, it was still possible to tell that she was not in good spirits.

Last night, An Zhaoran was so angry after rereading the letter that she couldn't sleep all night.

She hated her high school self more than she was angry.

Why did you swallow this bitter pill in the first place?
Why didn't they just slap that reply letter right in Liu Changcun's face at the time?

The more I reviewed the events, the angrier I became, and I couldn't sleep.

I stared blankly through the entire night.

At this moment, her anger had not completely dissipated.

I glanced at Liu Changcun, who was driving, and he was staring intently ahead.

The car drove very smoothly, without any bumps even when encountering traffic lights.

Watching the other person's left hand on the steering wheel, while their right fingertips rhythmically tapped the gearshift...

"asshole……"

"What egg?"

For some reason, the curses that were in my mind came out of my mouth.

An Zhaoran, who was already exhausted, was startled. When she heard the man beside her ask her a question, she became unusually flustered.

After all, the other party had promised to help him deal with his parents' pressure to get married.

From both a moral and logical standpoint, she shouldn't have argued with the other party at this time.

Inside the silent car, a woman's voice rang out.

Liu Changcun, who had been silent all along, responded to the other party as a matter of course.

The volume of that sentence was so low that he only heard the last egg.

He glanced at his side and saw An Zhaoran making that comical expression again.

He quickly looked away and focused his gaze forward.

"Are you hungry? Do you want some eggs? Didn't you have time to eat breakfast?"

"..."

My heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down.

An Zhaoran was relieved that the other party hadn't heard her clearly.

"Eating eggs on an empty stomach in the morning can cause bloating, and the farts you produce will smell terrible."

"..."

"Since you work at a TV station, you must put a lot of effort into your appearance, right? Do you have any exclusive recipes? The kind that can beautify and nourish your skin?"

"..."

Why aren't you saying anything? Are you too hungry to speak?

The man kept talking, but the woman beside him remained silent.

Liu Changcun gently applied the brakes to reduce the vehicle's speed.

"Should we find a breakfast shop and buy a steamed bun to tide us over?"

"..."

"Need not."

An Zhaoran, who had been silent, finally responded.

She remained silent, her face cold.

Her tightly pursed lips betrayed that she was not as calm as she appeared.

"Alright, let's hurry on our way."

The reduced speed was picked up again.

Liu Changcun continued to stare ahead, marveling at the strange quirks of women's menstrual cycles.

Speaking of this, he immediately thought of his daughter at home.

Liu Wanqiu, who is 11 years old, is almost old enough to start menstruating.

What type of sanitary napkin should he buy then?
I heard there are quite a few styles available.

I need to find some time to study it carefully.

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In front of an old building in an old residential area.

Guo Yan was swinging the spatula until it was almost smoking, but her husband stayed by the window the whole time.

It's the first time my daughter is bringing guests home, so I should prepare a lavish feast.

Therefore, Guo Yan went to the market early this morning to buy a lot of fresh vegetables.

I spent most of the day tidying up, but that old geezer seemed to have no hands or feet, staying near the window and peeking out every now and then.

The couple's combined age is over one hundred.

An Junan, who was about to retire from the TV station, looked out the window with feigned composure.

Looking down at the congested street below, he checked to see if any vehicles were entering.

Having spent most of his life in television, An Junan is an extremely nostalgic person.

They already possess rights and wealth, yet the family remains true to their original aspirations and continues to live in this old neighborhood.

His subordinates all live in villas, but he remains holed up in this small apartment of about 100 square meters.

Having weathered many storms in my life, I've long been accustomed to the myriad aspects of human nature.

But when he heard that his beloved only daughter was going to bring a man home, the station director, who had been stern for most of his life, felt a long-lost sense of tension.

Listening to the constant sounds of activity in the kitchen, An Junan still kept her gaze fixed on the window.

Looking downstairs, I saw a car slowly drive in.

His eyes, which hadn't blinked for a moment, were dry, and upon seeing this, he blinked rapidly.

He stared intently, watching the two people get off the bus.

"I'm coming!"

As he called out, Anju Nan, who was standing by the window, immediately took small steps away.

He ran to the kitchen door and called out to his wife, who was busy at work.

"I'll go to the study first. Call me when the person comes up!"

"What do you want to do again?"

Upon hearing Guo Yan's response, which she had taken a moment out of her busy schedule, An Junan immediately became serious.

"Don't forget what we discussed last night!"

After saying that, Anju Nan, who was over fifty years old, immediately started running with nimble legs.

Guo Yan, who was still wielding the spatula, only paused briefly after the study door closed.

My husband seemed very agitated last night.

He kept nagging in her ear all night, saying that he needed to carefully examine whether the man her daughter brought was reliable.

There was too much nonsense, and Guo Yan started to feel sleepy.

Two minutes after her husband started rambling, she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.

The pot was sizzling, and Guo Yan was recalling her husband's words before he left.

What did he discuss with me last night?

After thinking it over, Guo Yan started preparing again.

Instead of trying to figure out the old man's temper, she'd rather focus on preparing the meal properly.

Remove from the pot and rinse once.

Just as I was about to cook the next dish, I heard a knock at the door.

After putting down her kitchen utensils, Guo Yan wiped them clean on her apron and then hurriedly left the kitchen, heading towards the door.

I opened the door and saw two people standing there.

My eyes were immediately drawn to the overflowing gift boxes.

Her gaze first fell on her own daughter, then she looked at the man beside her.

"Mom, he is Liu Changcun."

"Hello, Auntie."

"Hey, why bring so much stuff when you're already here!"

With a smile, she helped take the items from her daughter's hands, carried them several times, and piled them up at the entrance.

They helped retrieve a change of slippers and invited the two inside.

Guo Yan was satisfied.

She looked at her daughter, then glanced at the man standing beside her.

Although their daughter is not young, the old man in the family insists that she get married.

But Guo Yan didn't want her daughter to settle for less.

The family is quite well-off.

It's not like an only child can't survive in this world if she doesn't get married.

She can support him for life if her daughter wants to.

However, Anju Nan at home disagreed.

With outdated ideas, he stubbornly believed that one should settle down and start a family when one reaches a certain age.

He was like that back then, and his daughter should be the same.

My husband has a notoriously bad temper.

Even Guo Yan, his wife, couldn't persuade him.

Therefore, while not particularly enthusiastic about being pressured to get married, she still maintains a tolerant attitude towards it.

Now, after seeing the man her daughter brought home, she realized that all her previous doubts were unnecessary.

How could someone with my daughter's personality possibly settle for a less desirable partner just because her family is pressuring her to get married?

I don't know where this man met me.

Even if they are good-looking on the outside, their families are so poor they can't even afford to eat.

She felt it was barely acceptable.

"I've often heard Ranran mention you. Seeing you in person today, Auntie is indeed very well-preserved."

Liu Changcun spoke first.

The intimate address reached An Zhaoran's ears, and she immediately felt uncomfortable.

It was as if... someone was constantly blowing wind into her ear.

I almost got goosebumps.

"When the mother and daughter stand together, you might mistake them for sisters."

"Oh ho ho~"

Laughter came from Guo Yan's mouth.

Everyone loves beauty, and even though she's over fifty, she still enjoys hearing compliments like that.

She wasn't particularly averse to him to begin with, but seeing that he was quite good at chatting, her satisfaction skyrocketed.

An Zhaoran seemed like an outsider.

Seeing that her mother's attention was entirely on Liu Changcun, she slowly shifted her gaze to the side.

Look at how flawlessly the man handled the situation.

Just as he said.

Liu Changcun was truly professional in this situation.

(End of this chapter)