Wife, please behave yourself.

Chapter 7 An Zhaoran

The studio, at the fire exit.

The safety door was tightly closed, leaving only a pretty figure in the empty stairwell.

The motion sensor light turned on when someone spoke, and then turned off again after a long period of silence.

The light from the still-on phone screen shone on the woman's face.

This made her already dignified and elegant face even more radiant.

An Zhaoran looked at her phone.

His gaze was fixed on the phone call that she had just ended.

The scene of the phone call not long ago flashed through her mind, and that voice, which she had almost forgotten, once again brought back memories of her student days.

After an unknown amount of time, the woman's voice finally came from the quiet, deserted stairwell.

He murmured softly, a hint of doubt in his voice.

A faint sound drifted over.

Why haven't I sent a text message yet?

"It's been almost a minute."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than the sound of footsteps could be heard outside the security door.

Upon hearing the noise, An Zhaoran immediately hid her phone behind her back and moved slightly to the side to avoid being hit by the pushed-open security door.

The door was pushed open from the outside, and a small face peeked out.

As her assistant, Ma Qianqian finally spotted An Zhaoran, who had just finished recording, under the motion-sensor light that turned on.

First, I was overjoyed, then I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Ran-jie, what are you doing here? I've been looking for you for ages."

"..."

Seeing Ma Qianqian enter through the security door, and noticing her outstretched hand, the weather anchor naturally handed over her already removed headset.

An Zhaoran pursed her lips, avoiding the other person's gaze, and pretended to be nonchalant.

"Come out for some fresh air."

"Come here for some fresh air?"

Ma Qianqian glanced sideways at the cigarette butts in the trash can by the wall.

With a quick thought, he crouched down and sniffed the tip of his nose.

Looking at her assistant sniffing around like a puppy, An Zhaoran took another step back.

Fortunately, the other party didn't smell it for too long.

After making sure she didn't smell any cigarette smoke on An Zhaoran, she finally put her worries to rest.

"You scared me to death! I thought you were smoking in the stairwell too, Ran-jie."

"smokes?"

"Yeah, those people always come here to smoke. Every time I can't wait for the elevator and have to climb the stairs, I get really choked by the smoke."

With a look of disdain, Ma Qianqian casually raised her hand and waved it a few times in front of her.

Noticing An Zhaoran's frown and the look of displeasure, the assistant changed the subject.

Looking at the anchor in her work uniform, she kindly offered a reminder.

"We're going to the department dinner soon, Ran-jie, aren't you going to change your clothes?"

Just as An Zhaoran was about to speak after hearing the other person mention a dinner party, she noticed her phone vibrating behind her.

He quickly held up his phone, and when he saw the new text message, his slightly furrowed brows relaxed.

He then turned off his phone screen and walked towards the security door.

He passed by Ma Qianqian, who was guarding the door.

Just as he was about to leave, he grabbed the metal handle of the security door and stopped, then remembered something and paused.

He turned around and looked at his assistant beside him.

"I'm not going to the party, could you let them know for me?"

Without waiting for her assistant's response, An Zhaoran strode away towards the changing room.

Only the dazed and confused Ma Qianqian remained standing there.

When she realized what was happening and chased after her, she only saw An Zhaoran leaving at a speed faster than usual.

They seem...very anxious.

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Liu Changcun chose a decent restaurant.

It's not a large-scale business, and the average cost per person is around 300 yuan, which is within an acceptable range.

After reserving a private room, we casually ordered a few dishes and then went to the entrance of the restaurant, looking out at the bustling street in the distance.

A taxi pulled over after passing through a traffic light, slowing down and stopping right in front of Liu Changcun.

A woman stepped down from the middle.

Carrying a bag.

Her hair was medium-length and dark brown, with the right side combed behind her ear and the left side combed to one side.

The slightly open collar of the white collar subtly revealed the necklace.

She was dressed in relatively formal clothes, wearing mid-to-high heeled black shoes that made a crisp sound as she stepped on the pavement.

She was dressed in the stereotypical attire of a working woman. She closed the taxi door and stood facing Liu Changcun.

Even with high heels, she still needed to tilt her head slightly upwards to look at the man in front of her.

Liu Changcun looked at the other person.

Looking at the woman's dignified and elegant face, he recalled that in his previous life, as a screenwriter, he had met many actresses while filming with the crew.

However, the woman in front of us has a rare look, which is quite unusual in the entertainment industry.

"Long time no see, Liu Changcun."

"..."

It wasn't until the woman in front of him spoke that Liu Changcun, who had been staring at her, began to guess.

He was only slightly suspicious when he saw a stranger standing in front of him.

But only after the other party accurately called out his name did he dare to draw a conclusion.

"An Zhaoran?"

"Don't you recognize me?"

Sensing the doubt in the man's voice, her smile immediately turned cold.

Looking at Liu Changcun's tall and straight figure, he looked just like I remembered him.

"That's true, you probably can't remember the faces of any other women besides Lin Wanran."

"..."

Liu Changcun understood the sarcasm in the remark.

He didn't react much when the other person mocked him.

Instead, he smiled and joked.

"It's more accurate to say that you've changed so much. To be honest, I never expected you to be so beautiful now. It seems you had a good foundation before."

Upon hearing this, An Zhaoran, who had originally intended to continue teasing him, froze, staring at Liu Changcun with obvious confusion on her face.

In her memory, Liu Changcun should be a man of few words who didn't know anything about humor.

A man who spends all his time around Lin Wanran and hardly interacts with any other women.

Such rhetoric is completely out of character for him.

However, Liu Changcun, whom she hadn't seen for a long time, didn't give her much time to think. He then invited her to go into the restaurant first.

The two walked side by side into the restaurant and were led to a private room by the staff.

In the box.

An Zhaoran first put down her bag and listened as Liu Changcun told the waiter that the dishes could be served.

Once the door to the private room was closed from the outside, the gaze that had been fixed on the dining table finally returned to the man.

Liu Changcun hasn't changed much.

As time goes by, he only appears more mature.

Only when the menu was pushed in front of her did An Zhaoran hear the other person's deep voice.

"Order a few dishes you like; their food is pretty good."

"..."

Looking at Liu Changcun, An Zhaoran remained silent for a moment before accepting the menu.

They took out their pens and ticked off the items, while the two old classmates, who hadn't seen each other for many years, began their usual reminiscing.

"Aren't you afraid Lin Wanran will be jealous if you invite me to dinner alone?"

In An Zhaoran's memory.

The two were a high-profile couple in high school, and were caught by the school more than once for dating.

At that time, Liu Changcun loved Lin Wanran very much, and Lin Wanran loved him so much that she wanted to hang on Liu Changcun's neck all the time.

Their grades didn't decline; on the contrary, because of their relationship, Lin Wanran, who was a poor student, improved her exam ranking significantly.

The school found it difficult to punish the two students due to their excellent academic performance, and therefore the matter was left unresolved.

Even after more than ten years, An Zhaoran can still clearly remember the scene of Lin Wanran sulking.

Just because Liu Changcun said something to another girl at that time, that lunatic would throw a tantrum.

Now, Liu Changcun is treating his old female classmate to dinner alone.

If Lin Wanran finds out, she definitely won't let it go.

"We are already divorced."

"Clap."

The hand that was outlining the menu suddenly lost its strength.

The pen slipped and fell onto the menu, rolled around a few times, and then fell to the ground.

There was one seat between them.

Liu Changcun bent down to pick up the fallen pen and placed it back next to the other person, then looked at An Zhaoran, who looked surprised.

"Four days ago, which was last Friday."

As if recounting someone else's experience, Liu Changcun's seemingly indifferent demeanor made An Zhaoran, who was watching him, feel like a stranger.

She didn't know what had happened between the former couple.

The two people who loved each other so much ultimately ended up getting a divorce.

(End of this chapter)