Wife, please behave yourself.

Chapter 105 Being arrogant isn't fashionable anymore.
"So...everyone has their own destiny, what's the use of trying? If you're born into a good family, others can't catch up even if they try their whole lives."

"Who?"

"Who else could it be? Isn't she the station director's daughter? Not only did she parachute into the production team, but everyone treats her with utmost respect, acting like they're trying to curry favor with her."

“An Zhaoran? Isn’t she a really nice person? I saw her even buy water for other people.”

"It's like she thinks everyone can't afford a bottle of water, why should she show off?"

The woman's words rang out in the parking lot, sharp and jarring, as if she had finally seized the opportunity to speak her mind.

He opened the car door and continued to complain to his colleagues who were having lunch with him during their break.

"He doesn't take his work seriously, he doesn't even have the sense to move things, and he's always on his phone, not knowing what he's tapping. It's annoying to look at him like that."

"Her dad is even planning to have her start a new program on the public channel. She clearly doesn't know anything about it, yet she's expected to be in charge of planning right away... What's the point of all our hard work?"

"I can't wait to get her out of here. Just looking at her face makes me angry."

"..."

As the vehicle started and the doors closed, the noise of people talking behind my back grew quieter.

Only after the vehicle left the area did the car parked on the right side of the parking space slowly open its door.

Liu Changcun had just parked his car when he arrived at the station and overheard their conversation.

Thinking back to the phone call An Zhaoran made to her not long ago, she could hear the fatigue in An Zhaoran's voice at first, but now she had a clearer understanding of it.

As the daughter of the station director, she was outwardly kind and polite to most people.

But in private, he has a completely different face.

Liu Changcun was not surprised by this, after all, it is not uncommon for adults to scheme against each other, apart from their interests.

After locking the car next to him, Liu Changcun walked away from the parking lot.

As soon as I entered the TV station, I saw An Zhaoran's former assistant running past the gate in a panic.

Her ponytail swung back and forth as she ran faster.

He passed by Liu Changcun, carrying a takeout boxed lunch.

"Miss Ma."

The man's voice rang in her ears, and Ma Qianqian, who was about to run towards the elevator, suddenly stopped and turned around blankly to look at the figure that was steadily walking towards her.

The questioning look vanished instantly, replaced by a delighted smile as she responded.

"Brother-in-law~ What brings you here?"

"..."

The way the other person addressed her made the man walking towards her stop in his tracks. Liu Changcun was stunned for a while before walking towards her with a helpless expression.

He stopped beside her and glanced at Ma Qianqian, who was looking up at him.

Why are you calling me brother-in-law?

He looked around and noticed that other people passing by in the station were also glancing at him.

Judging from the looks of it, Ma Qianqian's shout just now wasn't quiet at all.

"Aren't you Ran's boyfriend? Now the whole station knows about this."

"..."

These words surprised Liu Changcun.

He had agreed to An Zhaoran's request to pretend to be her boyfriend, but apart from occasional text message contact, he had visited her home a few times to meet the station director and his wife.

Aside from that, it has never been exposed in public.

Perhaps sensing Liu Changcun's confusion, Ma Qianqian, carrying the packed food, muttered something despite her own bewilderment.

"The station director tells everyone he meets... Now everyone knows you."

The doubts were dispelled.

When Liu Changcun realized that An Junan was the culprit, he was no longer surprised.

The old man who loved watching movies particularly admired him, and because his older, unmarried daughter had established a romantic relationship with him, he couldn't wait to issue a public announcement to the world.

Liu Changcun didn't say anything more about this topic, but just glanced curiously at the food she was carrying.

"Are you so busy now that you don't even have time to eat?"

"I just went out to eat, this is for Sister Ran."

"She hasn't eaten yet?"

"Yeah, I bet he's still taking notes right now."

Ma Qianqian did not give a clear explanation, but simply handed over the food she was carrying.

"Since my brother-in-law is here, I won't be a third wheel. The third dressing room on the left in Studio 1 on the second floor, Ran is probably waiting there."

Before Liu Changcun could respond, Ma Qianqian chuckled and stuffed the things in her hand into his.

She took it from the man in front of her, then turned around, waved, and ran away while laughing.

Because he wasn't looking where he was going, he bumped into a young man who had just entered the room.

After letting out a cry of pain, she plopped down on the floor of the hall.

"Are you OK?"

The handsome man quickly reached out to her, wanting to help Ma Qianqian, who was sitting on the ground, up.

She was still in pain when she saw the worried man in front of her and was stunned.

The light from outside shone on the man, as if gilding his entire body.

A worried face came into clear view of Ma Qianqian.

"..."

Liu Changcun looked at it for a while, then looked down at the strangely received food in his hand.

He had no interest in watching the scene that resembled a teen idol drama, leaving the two of them to act like complete idiots, one reaching out to pull the other, the other sitting on the ground doing nothing.

He turned and walked towards the elevator.

Upon arriving on the second floor, I found Studio One as instructed by Ma Qianqian. After turning left, I silently counted the three doors in my mind, stopped in front of the door, and gently knocked.

"Come in, the door's unlocked."

An Zhaoran's voice came from inside the door. Perhaps because Ma Qianqian had brought back food, she spoke somewhat casually.

Liu Changcun raised his hand and turned the doorknob, then entered the room and looked around the lounge.

Gently closing the door behind him, he looked at An Zhaoran, who was hunched over the table, writing something down.

The other person didn't turn around, but only asked a question after hearing the door close.

"Qianqian, what do you think Liu Changcun really meant? We were having a good chat and he suddenly hung up the phone."

"..."

"He's a strange person. He might be having a serious conversation one second, and then say he's busy the next."

"..."

"I feel like I can't keep up with him anymore, and I have no idea what he's thinking..."

"..."

"Why don't you speak?"

Her self-talking questions went unanswered by the chatterbox, and she, who was used to discussing Liu Changcun's issues with Ma Qianqian, became puzzled.

The pen that was about to be writing stopped, the arm was draped over the back of the chair, and the person slowly turned around.

"Hello."

"..."

Her calm expression began to change, like an effect rendered by computer software. In just a few blinks, An Zhaoran's face was visibly flushed red. If this were a cartoon, she would probably be smoking.

With her eyes blinking wildly, as if she hadn't expected this scene, An Zhaoran quickly pulled her hand back from the back of the chair and practically jumped up from her seat.

The movement was too large, causing the chair, which was supported by four legs, to wobble. Fortunately, after a few thuds, it did not fall over.

An Zhaoran gripped the pen tightly in her hand, as if she had lost control of her body.

He waved his hands frantically.

"No, it's not what you think!"

"But I heard it all just now."

"It's an illusion, it's your illusion!"

Hearing the woman's sophistry, Liu Changcun stopped teasing her and walked towards the table, placing the food he was carrying on it.

He let go of the plastic bag and grabbed an unused chair.

He leaned against the table before sitting down.

He raised his hand and gestured towards the lunch on the table.

"Let's eat first. It's not like you're talking badly about me behind my back. Why are you so nervous?"

"I'm not nervous..."

"Tsundere is not fashionable now."

"..."

An Zhaoran pursed her lips. She heard another unfamiliar word from Liu Changcun.

Standing still like a primary school student about to be punished, it took a long time before he finally shuffled back to his seat.

I sat on it and dragged the chair forward.

He reached for the bag on the table and slowly untied the knot.

"I thought it was Qianqian who came in just now, that's why I said those things..."

"clear."

"I didn't mean to say anything bad about you, didn't you hear it?"

"I heard."

"Then...why did you hang up on me just now?"

"Didn't I already say? The shop is busy, and the kids haven't eaten yet."

Reaching out of An Zhaoran's hand, Liu Changcun tore open the bag that couldn't be untied. He pinched the tightly twisted buckle with his fingernails and forcefully ripped the bag open.

Take the lunchbox out, open the lid, and break the disposable chopsticks that were delivered in half, rubbing them back and forth to remove any splinters.

Once everything was ready, it was handed over.

“I’ve been married and have two children. No matter what it is, my priority will always be my children.”

After saying this, Liu Changcun glanced at the other person without revealing his true feelings.

I saw An Zhaoran secretly delighted as she took the chopsticks and began to shovel into her lunchbox.

Sigh.

"So no matter who you meet or what happens, you should always prioritize your child's needs."

"That's great."

After swallowing the food in her mouth, An Zhaoran, who had been starving, took the opportunity to strike up a conversation.

"The child is still young, so we must take good care of the child first. I understand that."

"You understand?"

"Of course, I'm not stupid just because I've never been married. What parent in the world doesn't care about their child?"

An Zhaoran picked up a piece of rice soaked in vegetable juice and put it into her small mouth.

He squinted slightly and chewed in small movements.

Swallow.

"But next time you hang up the phone, don't do it so quickly. At least wait until I say goodbye before you hang up."

"..."

"Sudden silence can leave you feeling empty inside."

Looking at An Zhaoran with a strange gaze, Liu Changcun stared at her with complicated emotions, his right hand, which was resting on the table, clenched tightly without him noticing.

An Zhaoran did not notice such a subtle difference during the meal.

The hunger in her stomach subsided a bit, so she slowed down her eating and turned to look at the man in front of her, asking him a question.

"Why did you come here so suddenly? Is there something wrong with the film crew?"

"Yes, arrange the follow-up filming."

How much longer until filming is finished?

"About half a month."

Liu Changcun lied with a straight face, and looking at An Zhaoran in front of him with a more relaxed expression.

"You mentioned on the phone that you've been very tired lately. Is it because your colleagues are difficult to get along with?"

The conversation he had just overheard in the parking lot flashed through his mind, and Liu Changcun turned to ask the other person.

Upon hearing the question, An Zhaoran silently shook her head and explained calmly.

"Except for that Mediterranean chief planner who's a bit difficult to get along with, everyone else is fine."

"They might just be being polite on the surface, but they might often say bad things about you behind your back."

"Go ahead and say it, I don't care."

An Zhaoran raised her face slightly and made a poking motion in mid-air with her right hand holding the chopsticks.

"But if you say bad things about me to my face... hehe~"

"Tell your dad to cause trouble for them?"

"Why would you complain? I'm not a child."

An Zhaoran rolled her eyes at Liu Changcun and continued.

"If she says anything bad about me to my face... I won't buy her water next time, I'll let her die of thirst."

"..."

The unexpected answer from the other party caused Liu Changcun, who was hearing it clearly, to be momentarily stunned.

Realizing what had happened, he inexplicably lowered his head and chuckled softly twice.

An Zhaoran was puzzled by his sudden laughter and mistakenly thought he was mocking her. She turned the chopsticks around and poked his arm with the untouched end.

"Stop laughing."

"Feel sorry……"

After a pause, Liu Changcun, whose smile had faded, looked up.

Looking at An Zhaoran holding chopsticks in front of him.

He raised his hand from the table, rested his chin on his right cheek with his palm, and tilted his head slightly to look at the woman in front of him.

He spoke with a smile.

"How come I never realized you were so cute before?"

(End of this chapter)