Wife, please behave yourself.

Chapter 34 Does it hurt?

The temperature at noon was ridiculously high.

Liu Changcun was inside the bookstore, estimating the price of an air conditioner.

The flower shop's business remains unchanged and will not cease operations due to employees taking leave.

Ning Mengyao did not go to work today.

While at home, she called the florist in front of Liu Changcun to ask for leave.

Because she had hardly had any rest, the florist did not refuse her request to take a day off.

She took off her change of clothes and put on her own clothes from the night before.

Before parting, Ning Mengyao expressed her gratitude repeatedly. Compared to when she had just woken up that morning, her eyes were no longer empty.

After seeing the other party off, Liu Changcun went straight to the bookstore.

Having missed the peak time for elementary school students, the bookstore is quite quiet at this moment.

Liu Changcun turned on his computer and searched for nearby air conditioner specialty stores.

As he was comparing models of standing air conditioners, the sound of high heels clicking on the concrete pavement reached his ears.

"It looks like your shop isn't doing much business."

An Zhaoran arrived at the bookstore.

He stopped before reaching the cashier and took out the documents from his bag.

"The prime time has just passed, and the students have all gone to class."

After receiving the documents from the other party, Liu Changcun simply started flipping through them.

Contracts are not something to be taken lightly.

Liu Changcun observed carefully, while An Zhaoran waited quietly in front of the stage.

Turning around and looking around the bookstore, I saw rows and rows of books, almost all of which were illustrated.

Liu Changcun loved reading during his student days.

In An Zhaoran's memory, the other person was either with Lin Wanran or sitting in his seat reading a book.

More than a decade has passed in the blink of an eye, and I never imagined that the other person would become the owner of a bookstore.

The more she looked at the books on the bookshelf, the less serious they seemed.

Why are they all novels and comics...?

Turning her gaze away, An Zhaoran, who was standing in front of the stage, fixed her eyes on Liu Changcun.

Looking down at the man intently reading the contract.

"What does this mean? Can I also be in charge of casting?"

"Which one?"

"That's it."

Seeing the man in front of her pointing at the contract, An Zhaoran leaned slightly to the side to look.

"Because Hu Run was originally an animation director, he didn't have much experience in shooting television. I recommended you to the station, so you have more authority than him."

Is the station really this frivolous?
Liu Changcun felt that this was no longer just a makeshift operation.

It's more like a joke.

In his previous life, as a television screenwriter, he had visited film sets before.

This was the first time he had ever seen anything like it.

The screenwriter has more authority than the director.

Did one of the female leaders at the station see your photo?

She definitely wants to take advantage of me!
"This contract..."

"What? Is there something wrong?"

"That's so right, it's making me a little panicked."

"..."

"Ms. An, if I sign this contract, won't I ruin my reputation in my later years?"

Looking at Liu Changcun who said those words, An Zhaoran on the stage suddenly felt a sense of disorientation.

There was a time when Liu Changcun, as the top student in the entire school, was such a dazzling and aloof figure, difficult to approach.

Yet now, we can hear such unsettling rhetoric coming from someone who is so inarticulate.

The contrast is huge.

With her eyes slightly narrowed, An Zhaoran, the originator of this contract, asked with a smile.

"Not satisfied?"

"I'm quite satisfied, but people... still need to have some bottom line."

Looking at the contract in his hand, Liu Changcun's brows remained furrowed.

Overall, the contract gave him a sense of unreality.

Filming has wrapped, and the series is now airing.

If he becomes famous, he also benefits; if he doesn't, the station will bear the losses.

At most, I lost a script; otherwise, I suffered no loss.

This seems like a sure-fire way to make money.

"Signed."

Pick up the pen and quickly sign your name.

Liu Changcun handed the contract back to the other party, looking at An Zhaoran who had come all the way to deliver the contract.

Knowing that the other person works at a TV station, someone who didn't know better would think they were unemployed.

Working at the station seems more relaxed than I expected.

"Pleasant to work with."

"You should also keep working hard. If you hope to earn more money, you should pray that the series will be a huge hit."

As she said this, An Zhaoran reached out and took the contract that the other party had already signed.

She had just taken it when her keen eyes noticed something different about the man before her. On the right side of his neck, near the collar, was a bite mark resembling a red strawberry.

The hand that had received the contract hovered in mid-air.

After a long pause, he finally asked, with a hint of doubt.

"What happened to your neck?"

"neck?"

He raised his hand and touched it, and after only a moment, Liu Changcun realized what was going on.

She quietly tugged at her collar, covering up some of the red mark.

“My child chews on it for fun. You know how mischievous kids are.”

"..."

Although An Zhaoran was somewhat puzzled by Liu Changcun's nonsense, she did not press him further.

"Your child's mouth... is quite big."

"Ah."

"..."

"Does it hurt?"

After a long pause, An Zhaoran suddenly asked a question.

This startled Liu Changcun, who was sitting on the stage, and he looked at An Zhaoran standing in front of him.

The other person looked as radiant as when they first met.

The question emanating from that mouth was puzzling.

"It doesn't hurt much."

"But the mark is quite obvious..."

He raised his hand and placed it on his neck.

An Zhaoran made an OK sign with her hand, and the circled area was the size she had just seen.

"Such a big piece, it shouldn't hurt."

After thinking for a moment, An Zhaoran still asked out of curiosity.

"Is it really not painful?"

"..."

Seeing the way the other person was looking at him, Liu Changcun remained silent, unable to utter a sound.

To be honest, Liu Changcun ran out of words.

It would be a lie to say it didn't hurt; Ning Mengyao, who was drunk last night, kept saying she didn't want to leave.

Normally quiet and reserved, she might use alcohol to vent her pent-up emotions.

He grabbed Liu Changcun and insisted on counting how many stars were in the sky.

Early morning, night.

The taxi driver, with the meter on and a cigarette lit, seemed more interested in watching the show unfold.

When verbal persuasion proved ineffective, Liu Changcun began to change his approach.

Using physical strength far exceeding that of the other party, they forcibly dragged the other party into the car.

The other person struggled fiercely.

She punched and pounded him for a while, and then simply leaned on his shoulder and kissed him.

The incident happened suddenly. Liu Changcun resisted the urge to turn around and elbow the other person, and patiently dragged him to the side of the taxi.

After they got her into the car, the woman tilted her head to the side and fell asleep.

He woke up during the process, vomited, and then, ignoring the gasps of the other two, squinted and fell back into his seat.

Then no matter how much I called, there was no response.

Not knowing the other party's home address, and having already paid the expenses in advance, Liu Changcun had no choice but to take him home and settle him in.

The difficulty of the process.

If possible, Liu Changcun hopes this matter will never be mentioned again.

The man raised his hand to pinch the space between his eyebrows and changed the subject.

"Isn't the station busy right now?"

"Hmm, nothing important."

"Would you like some water? I'll go to the store next door and buy a bottle."

"Don't use any air."

"..."

The other party was not polite at all and reasonably put forward their demands.

As former classmates and rivals in exam scores.

The two, who should have been at odds, now get along surprisingly well.

With a stiff smile, Liu Changcun got up and left the cashier's position.

As he walked out the door, he turned back to look at An Zhaoran inside the store.

Watching the other person casually wander around their bookstore, picking up a comic book from the shelf and flipping through it.

The contract has been delivered, but the other party shows no sign of leaving.

Liu Changcun clearly remembered that An Zhaoran had expressed her dislike for him when he invited her to dinner last time.

He spoke very seriously, unlike the arrogant type who says one thing but means another.

However, now, this woman who hates herself seems to be lingering in the shop and refusing to leave.

Even though Liu Changcun, a screenwriter, was good at understanding other people's thoughts, he couldn't figure out what the other party wanted to do for a while.

Lately, all the women he's been meeting have been acting strangely.

It seems... none of them are normal.

(End of this chapter)