Wife, please behave yourself.

Chapter 64 You're Definitely Abnormal
7 month 3 day.

shooting scene.

An Zhaoran carried the layered insulated box and looked at the scene being filmed not far away.

Until the end of the performance, when Liu Changcun called "cut," the actors, who were deeply immersed in their roles, all stopped.

Watching director Rupert Hoogewerf and Liu Changcun talking.

An Zhaoran stood there quietly, watching him work diligently.

Unaware of the smile that appeared on her lips, she simply stood far behind and gazed into the distance.

Until... the female lead appeared on set.

He walked straight up to Liu Changcun, who was discussing with Rupert Hoogewerf, and leaned close to him, listening quietly in the direction he was pointing.

"..."

The hand holding the insulated box tightened its grip, and the smile that had just appeared on her face slowly disappeared.

An Zhaoran looked at the scene before her, noticing the female lead standing next to Liu Changcun.

The two were too close together.

The edges of their clothes were already touching each other.

I maintained this behavior for a good three or four minutes until everyone around me dispersed, and then it was lunchtime.

Liu Changcun got up from his seat and walked towards where An Zhaoran was.

Upon approaching, I noticed the insulated food container the other person was carrying.

He said, somewhat amused and exasperated.

"Your aunt asked you to bring food again."

As the station director, Anju Nan naturally knew about the work her future son-in-law was currently doing.

Ever since Liu Changcun joined the crew, An Zhaoran could be seen on set almost every day.

Perhaps worried that their daughter lacked relevant dating experience, Mr. An and Ms. Guo took the initiative to offer her advice.

As the saying goes, the way to a man's heart is through his stomach.

An Zhaoran's cooking skills were mediocre, so her mother, Guo Yan, took over the task.

Preparing different kinds of delicious food every day, Liu Changcun has not only been busy and thinner since joining the crew, but has even shown signs of gaining weight.

Hearing the words coming from the man's mouth, An Zhaoran tried her best to maintain her composure.

However, her excessive concern ultimately prevented her from holding back.

His gaze swept past the man in front of him and looked toward the female lead who had just left in the distance.

Watching the actress named Bai Ruolian leave with her assistant...

"Humph."

He raised his hand and handed over the insulated box he had been carrying.

Seeing that the other party hurriedly accepted the call, An Zhaoran pursed her lips and muttered something.

"You seem to be quite popular. I've only been on set for a few days, and you're already getting along so well with the female lead."

"You mean just now? I was giving her acting instructions."

"Who knows if it's just acting..."

An Zhaoran retorted in a low voice, already starting to distrust the other party.

Not long ago, she called Liu Changcun late at night because she was suffering from insomnia.

We were having a good chat when suddenly a woman's voice came from the other end of the phone.

They were saying things like, "It hurts so much..."

Although Liu Changcun said it was background noise, An Zhaoran always felt that something was not quite right.

She heard it very clearly.

And... that voice is so sweet and coquettish.

Very recognizable.

"have you eaten?"

The man's voice came through as he carried the insulated box.

Although he was unhappy to hear Liu Changcun's question, he still had to maintain appearances.

He shook his head slightly and responded.

"I haven't had a chance to eat yet, I've been busy bringing you food."

"Let's go together then. I know a quiet place."

Turning to leave, Liu Changcun, carrying a thermos, led the way.

An Zhaoran, who was behind her, quickly caught up after realizing what was happening.

Following Liu Changcun, we arrived at our destination.

It's somewhat like a pavilion in a park or scenic area, only slightly smaller in scale.

Liu Changcun placed the insulated box on the stone table, and then took out the food, which quickly filled the small tabletop.

Even though it wasn't the first time he had seen it, Liu Changcun was still amazed.

It's easy to see from the dishes that making them takes a lot of time.

An's parents seem to value him too much.

They valued him, this fake son-in-law.

"This is too lavish. To be honest, I'm almost embarrassed to eat any more."

An Zhaoran, who had just sat down, suddenly froze as Liu Changcun took out the layered product.

Somewhat bewildered, she looked at the man who had said those words.

He asked, puzzled.

"Why are you embarrassed to eat?" "Thinking about how my aunt treats me like a son-in-law, I feel a little reluctant to lie to them."

"..."

Seeing Liu Changcun's apologetic expression as he said those words, An Zhaoran, who had been asking questions, finally realized what was going on.

She and Liu Changcun... were not really a couple.

We've been in touch by text message every day during this period.

Liu Changcun in front of her didn't seem to be giving her any perfunctory answers. Even when she sent him a text message, she asked him, rather idly, what he was doing.

He will also truthfully inform you of his upcoming itinerary.

To be honest, habits are terrible.

Since taking that brave step, An Zhaoran has become increasingly adept at it.

She had gotten used to the nightly text message routine, and would occasionally make harassing calls to Liu Changcun, always on alert for the presence of other women's voices nearby.

However, apart from the first time, she seemed never to have heard it again.

An Zhaoran now habitually sends Liu Changcun "Good morning".

The moment they open their eyes, before they even have time to wash up, they'll grab their phones and send a text message to the other person.

You will receive a reply soon.

After getting off work in the evening, I would send a text message to inform the other party, and occasionally I would vent to them about what happened.

Liu Changcun is a very good listener, and the text messages he sends always hit the nail on the head.

When she's happy, she replies with a cheerful "hahahaha" just like me.

When she encounters something unpleasant, she'll analyze and vent along with her.

An Zhaoran was already used to it.

I've gotten used to... this fake relationship that the two of us have built.

"Aren't you going to eat?"

As Liu Changcun picked up his chopsticks, he looked at An Zhaoran, who had remained silent the whole time.

Seeing her standing there in a daze, he observed her for more than ten seconds before finally asking a question.

An Zhaoran woke up, her bright eyes seeming to have dimmed a little.

Looking at the man in front of the stone table.

His hands were clenched tightly.

"I feel so strange right now..."

"What's so strange?"

Looking away, Liu Changcun picked up the stir-fried dish in front of him and put it in his mouth, chewing it with rice.

An Zhaoran frowned slightly at this moment, seemingly unsure of her own situation.

The clenched hand slowly rose and stopped at the left side of the heart.

When you press on it, the raised area will sink in.

"Something's not right here...it feels like something's blocking it."

"Blocked?"

Liu Changcun stopped chewing and began to get serious.

My gaze was fixed firmly on the other person's heart.

He spoke seriously.

"That's the heart. Is there a hereditary disease in your family?"

"No……"

In response, An Zhaoran showed a puzzled expression.

"None of my parents or relatives have this problem."

"That might be a recessive genetic trait... Heart problems are no small matter. I'll go with you to the hospital for a checkup after we finish eating."

"what?"

Her eyes blinked faster as she stared at the serious-looking man in front of her.

"I'm just feeling a little unwell... Do I need to go to the hospital...?"

"It's better to be safe than sorry. If there really is a problem, it's better to find out early so that it can be treated."

Liu Changcun picked up his chopsticks again after stopping, and looked at An Zhaoran beside him, whose expression was not quite right.

He had a vague idea of ​​it the moment he sat down.

His face, which had been perfectly fine, suddenly turned into a bitter expression.

There's definitely something wrong with his/her health.

Otherwise, how could his complexion change so quickly?

Sitting at the stone table, he gradually increased the pressure of his hand on his chest.

Looking at Liu Changcun eating his meal in front of her, she recalled his words about taking her to the hospital for a check-up.

His gaze slowly moved downwards, looking at the spot where his palm was pressing.

"It's changed, it's not the same anymore..."

"Heartache?"

"No, this time it doesn't feel congested anymore, it feels more like there's a warm current..."

"You're definitely not normal!"

Listening to the woman's words, Liu Changcun gave a preliminary diagnosis.

(End of this chapter)