Wife, please behave yourself.

Chapter 27 Every family has its own sutras that are difficult to recite
At the dining table, Liu Changcun, with a bitter expression, picked at his ear with his little finger.

Although he had anticipated that his daughter would be very happy to receive the bracelet, he clearly underestimated how much women love beautiful things.

Even if this woman is only an 11-year-old minor.

"So beautiful!"

The sharp explosion finally ended, and Liu Wanqiu, her face beaming with excitement, carefully examined the object.

The bracelet seemed to shimmer under the light.

With the swelling in her eyes subsiding, she quickly left her seat.

He came to his father's side.

"Thank you dad~"

He took a big smack of his lips, feeling the greasy taste of his daughter's lips from just eating.

Liu Changcun didn't seem to mind; he simply took out some paper from the table and gently and carefully wiped his cheeks.

With a loving father's smile, he watched the girl beside him happily spinning around, holding a bracelet.

"Go back to your seats to eat, and then go wash up."

"Okay~"

This time, Liu Wanqiu was exceptionally obedient.

Gradually emerging from the shadow of her parents' divorce, she is slowly regaining her former innocent and carefree personality.

Now a father, Liu Changcun is happy to see his children developing in a positive direction.

but……

Liu Changcun slowly shifted his gaze from his daughter and instead looked at his son, who was silently eating his meal.

It's not uncommon for boys in puberty to have an enormous appetite.

She just watched as her son's chopsticks reached out and picked at the plate for a long time, only managing to pick up a piece of ginger that was colored with soy sauce.

As soon as it was put into his mouth, the chewing motion abruptly stopped.

Then he vomited onto the dining table.

"When are you going to get your hair cut?"

"..."

With his tongue sticking out, Liu Songyan felt that his mouth was full of the spiciness of ginger.

Before he could catch his breath, his father's commanding voice reached his ears again.

Through the thick strands of hair, he could vaguely make out his father's face.

"Getting a haircut is expensive."

Liu Songyan hurriedly shoveled some rice into his mouth, trying to mask the taste of ginger in his mouth.

"I can still afford to pay you ten or so yuan."

"Wait a minute."

"..."

Teenagers aged 14 or 15 are the most difficult to manage.

In addition, apart from not wanting to get a haircut, the child is really obedient and sensible.

Even if Liu Changcun wanted to pull out the Seven Wolves sword from his waist to threaten him on the spot, he couldn't find a suitable reason to educate him.

Since the hard approach didn't work, he decided to try the soft approach.

Thinking of this, Liu Changcun began to lower his tone.

Try to stay calm.

"If you cut your hair, I'll grant you one wish."

"I have no wishes."

"Do you think this hairstyle is cool? It looks exactly like a big pot lid."

"..."

"Listen to Dad, cut it."

His bangs covered his eyes, making it impossible to see what Liu Songyan's expression was at that moment.

The eyes are the windows to the human soul.

Covering your eyes is like sealing the windows to your soul.

Having hair that's too long and affects your studies is a minor issue.

There was a precedent where my son ran straight into the wall at school last time.

As a father, Liu Changcun was really afraid that one day his child would not see the road clearly and would run headfirst into a car.

However, the father's earnest advice did not shake the child's determination to keep the hairstyle.

Just as Liu Changcun was about to offer some words of advice, Liu Wanqiu, who had already returned to her seat to eat, suddenly responded weakly.

"Mom said my brother's eyes were disgusting, which is why he grew his hair long."

"..."

Suddenly, silence fell.

Upon hearing his daughter's voice, Liu Changcun froze at the dining table.

In my memory, before the sixth grade of elementary school, my son Liu Songyan was still a little boy with a normal hairstyle.

Therefore, Liu Changcun remembers what the child's eyes looked like under his hair.

A person's attractiveness largely depends on their eyebrows and eyes.

As long as your eyebrows and eyes are good-looking, you can still become a handsome man who makes women's hearts flutter even if you cover the lower half of your face.

Liu Songyan is very good-looking.

There is no doubt about this; having inherited his parents' good looks, he is more like a combination of their appearances.

However, Lin Wanran, who is a mother, accounts for a larger proportion of them.

Liu Changcun didn't understand why Lin Wanran would say her child's eyes looked disgusting.

From an aesthetic point of view alone, my son's eyebrows and eyes are absolutely not disgusting.

However, it was precisely these words from his younger sister, Liu Wanqiu, that gave Liu Changcun the answer he had always been puzzled about. Perhaps... even the seemingly responsible Liu Changcun hadn't devoted all his attention to his children.

It has been almost three years since Liu Songyan started sporting this unusual hairstyle.

For the past three years, he had never known why his son suddenly had such a unique hairstyle.

So much so that Liu Changcun is completely unaware of this.

I simply thought that perhaps my son had entered his rebellious phase.

The atmosphere at the dinner table has gone from lively at the beginning to cold now.

A family of three sat around a table.

Liu Songyan did not respond.

He simply held the bowl of rice in his hands and stopped eating.

"Let's eat."

As the words were spoken, a piece of stir-fried meat was placed in Liu Songyan's rice bowl.

Through the strands of hair, I could vaguely make out where my father was.

His father... no longer asks him to cut his hair.

He simply picked up some food with a serious expression.

Put it in your mouth and chew it.

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The water jet from the tap rinsed the lunchbox in my hand.

Holding a sponge, Ning Mengyao carefully wiped every corner inside the box.

I am at home in an old two-bedroom rental apartment.

It occupies no more than 60 square meters.

Due to its remote location and outdated surrounding facilities, it is located in a remote area.

These rental properties are extremely affordable.

Even so, Ning Mengyao can barely afford to pay the rent now.

Li Mingche didn't like sharing an apartment with others, and they spent a lot of effort finding a suitable place to live.

They thought one of the two bedrooms would be wasted, but since they moved in, they have never shared a bed under the same roof.

Li Mingche's sleep quality is very light, so light that even the sound of Ning Mengyao opening the door after working a whole night shift can wake him up.

Rinse off the detergent foam in the box.

Ning Mengyao slowly turned off the tap and placed the lunchbox upside down in the water filter basket.

She then left the kitchen and went to the bathroom to wash up.

After a quick rinse, I returned to my room.

The door was closed, and the lights inside were not turned on.

She groped her way to the bedside, quietly climbed onto the bed, gently pulled the neatly folded sheet, and lay down on her side to cover herself with it.

I was fired from the night shift.

It wasn't that Ning Mengyao wasn't doing well enough; it was just that her complexion was terrible.

As the supermarket owner, he didn't want Ning Mengyao to have any problems while working. The nearly one month of working day and night had made her so tired that anyone with eyes could see the problem.

Even if Ning Mengyao could hold out for a long time, the supermarket owner clearly didn't want to take any risks.

They settled this month's salary and gave me an extra few hundred yuan as a bonus.

Ning Mengyao, who now only has the job of running a flower shop, rarely gets to go home and lie down after get off work.

Despite the darkness and mental exhaustion, she felt no sleepiness whatsoever.

It wasn't until she lost her night shift job and returned home early that she noticed Li Mingche hadn't returned yet.

It was already past 10 p.m.

Even if it's overtime at the company, people should be home by now.

At the last gathering with Li Mingche, Ning Mengyao specially asked the supermarket for leave and even borrowed a colleague's bicycle to pick him up.

However, she saw him behaving intimately with a strange woman, and the woman kept waving at him before leaving in a taxi.

Ning Mengyao felt a sense of crisis due to her woman's intuition.

But Li Mingche's firm attitude prevented her from uttering any questions.

Ning Mengyao had a bad feeling.

But until she saw it with her own eyes, she could only force herself to believe that she was overthinking it.

After all, Li Mingche was the light that had saved her in the past, standing up for her and rescuing her when she was bullied by others.

The boy back then said he would protect her for the rest of his life.

She curled up under the thin sheet.

The brightness of the phone screen added a touch of light to the dark room.

Looking at the text message inbox.

I went back and re-entered.

Again and again, just waiting for the other party to send a text message.

Tell her that it's because I'm working overtime that I haven't gone home yet.

After an unknown amount of time, the phone screen finally went dark again.

He pulled the blanket over his head.

Ning Mengyao hid in the fortress she had built for herself.

The image of the bookstore owner came to mind.

Perhaps it's just as they said...

It's all just a matter of time.

(End of this chapter)