Wife, please behave yourself.

Chapter 55 How am I supposed to respond to this?
The view from the TV station building was even better than I had imagined.

With his arm resting on the railing, Liu Changcun, who was in the corridor, looked out the window.

Looking at the scene on the street.

Holding the candy box, I swung it in mid-air.

The candies inside the box rattled as they were shaken, drawing Liu Changcun's gaze from the window.

She looked at the candy box that the female celebrity named Bai Ruolian had given her not long ago.

Only those artists who are neither popular nor obscure would have such thoughts.

Actors with any reputation in the entertainment industry generally don't prepare gifts after auditions, and even if they do, they won't bring cheap things like candy.

During the recent audition, Liu Changcun briefly read through the candidate's information.

He debuted as a child star, but gradually lost opportunities due to changes in his appearance as he grew older.

In recent years, he has rarely had any roles, and even when he has, they are just minor, brief appearances.

She can be considered an actress who once had a glorious career but is now down on her luck.

Not many well-known figures attended the audition for the drama "The Temptation to Go Home"; most of the auditionees were actors who were not very famous in the entertainment industry.

The station didn't allocate a sufficient budget for this project, since previous TV drama projects were mainly period dramas.

It can be considered that I have the idea of ​​giving it a try.

In addition, the TV dramas broadcast in this world are slightly different from those in the world I lived in in my previous life.

It's not that filming must be completed and approved before a film can be released.

Instead, they adopted a format of filming and broadcasting simultaneously.

Therefore, viewership ratings are crucial.

If the initial ratings for "The Temptation to Go Home" are poor, it may face cancellation.

Conversely, this model also has its advantages, since as long as the viewership ratings are good, film and television revenue can be obtained in a very short time.

Looking at the candy box in my hand.

Liu Changcun also didn't know what the future of this drama would be.

He was preparing for the worst; if the broadcast didn't generate much buzz, he would have to get rid of the bookstore.

Once I have the money in my hands, I'll think of other ways to make money.

After all, he still has two young siblings at home to feed, and now that he's a father, he doesn't have much time for leisure and fun.

"What are you thinking?"

The warm coffee was placed on his arm, and Liu Changcun, feeling the warmth, naturally looked away.

I noticed a figure that had appeared beside me at some point.

An Zhaoran held two cups of coffee in her hand, maintaining the gesture of handing them forward.

I gave it a slight shake to signal him to take it.

After thanking him, Liu Changcun reached out and took the coffee that was handed to him.

He took a sip and his gaze fell on the other person.

Still professional attire.

With a name tag hanging in front of him, he seemed to fit the stereotypical image of an urban white-collar worker.

"You really have a lot of free time. I see all the other employees at the station are extremely busy."

"It's different. I'm only busy in the evening."

Following Liu Changcun's example, An Zhaoran also put her arm around the railing.

He turned his head to the side and looked at himself.

"By the way, you still don't know what I do at the station, do you?"

"I really don't know."

"You...forget it."

An Zhaoran thought the other party would feel somewhat awkward, after all, the two had been meeting very frequently recently, and even if their relationship wasn't very close, they were still quite familiar with each other.

Who would have thought that the other party would respond so quickly, without the slightest hesitation, and with such confidence.

The hand holding the cup first clenched, then relaxed.

Even now, An Zhaoran has become somewhat accustomed to the other party's way of communicating.

Although it's very different from when I was in school, the fact that it's still infuriating remains unchanged.

"I am a weather anchor."

"Is it for broadcasting the weather forecast?"

"Hmm, haven't you seen me on TV before?"

"I rarely watch TV at home."

"..."

Liu Changcun was not lying about this.

After all, his previous marriage to Lin Wanran had already left Liu Changcun with no time to pay attention to anything else.

During that period, the television in our home was practically just for decoration.

Apart from her daughter occasionally watching it, almost no one has ever turned it on.

After meeting with An Zhaoran's parents, Liu Changcun already knew their identity within the station.

Despite being the daughter of the station director, she is just an ordinary weather anchor.

It looks strange no matter how you look at it.

"There's something I'm quite curious about. Given your family connections, why did you choose to become a weather anchor? Didn't you consider developing in other directions?"

Although the question was phrased rather tactfully, An Zhaoran still understood the meaning behind the other person's words.

Sipping his coffee, he placed his hand on the railing again.

As if pondering how to answer, it was only after a long while that I heard her reply.

"Because this job is very easy."

"..."

The unexpected answer left Liu Changcun, who was listening, speechless for a moment.

I expected the other person to share their journey of choosing to become a weather anchor, but the answer I received was surprisingly ordinary, and quite reasonable.

"I didn't expect that."

A smile appeared on her profile as she observed An Zhaoran beside her, noticing how happy she was at that moment.

Looking at the silent man in front of her, she suddenly felt a sense of pleasant comfort.

You could actually see a look of helplessness on Liu Changcun's face.

Seemingly in order to observe more closely, the distance between the two people gradually shortened as An Zhaoran approached.

Noticing this, Liu Changcun withdrew his arm from the railing and pulled it away again as he stepped back.

"childish."

"How can this be considered childish?"

Liu Changcun did not respond to the woman's question.

He was simply holding a coffee in one hand and a candy box in the other.

He turned around and started walking back the way he came.

"I'm not talking anymore, I'm going back now."

After taking four or five steps, he suddenly stopped.

Liu Changcun's back came into view of An Zhaoran, who was standing still.

But then I heard the other person's voice in my ear.

"Remember to send the text message. You didn't send one after you went back yesterday. Even if you're not pretending, you should at least respond politely to someone's text message greeting."

After speaking, he paused for a moment and then took another step forward.

Until his figure disappeared around the corner, out of An Zhaoran's sight.

He leaned against the railing, turned to the side.

An Zhaoran, holding her coffee, slowly withdrew her gaze.

He fumbled for his phone, scrolled through his text messages, and looked at the message Liu Changcun had sent him last night.

Ranran, have you missed me?

"..."

"How are you supposed to reply to a text message like this...?"

He muttered to himself, his fingernails digging into the screen.

Looking at the reply messages saved in the draft box, yet still unable to be sent.

A gentle breeze blowing in from outside the window ruffled her hair on the side.

A strand of hair was lifted up, revealing the side of her ear.

Her earlobes were flushed red...

Under the sunlight, it looked just like a red-hot iron block.

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The school bell rang at noon.

As soon as the teacher left, the quiet classroom became restless again.

The crowd surged out of the classroom, with most heading towards the cafeteria.

After tidying up her books, Shen Ruzhi stood up and looked at Zhou Yuan, the class monitor, who was waiting for her at the classroom door.

Just as he was about to leave his seat, he caught a glimpse of the boy who remained motionless in his seat out of the corner of his eye.

Aren't you going to eat?

With good intentions, Shen Ruzhi reminded the other person that they had just woken up and their brains hadn't yet processed that it was lunchtime and school was over.

However, her inquiry went unanswered. Liu Songyan, who was standing in front of her, remained unmoved and didn't even lift his face.

Realizing she was being ignored, she turned and left in anger.

Annoying guy.

As class monitor Shen Ruzhi left, the students scattered throughout the classroom also left.

Liu Songyan was left alone in his seat.

He pretended to tidy up his desk, but his face was turned towards the classroom door.

They were observing whether anyone was waiting in the corridor.

However, after observing for a long time, I still did not see that timid figure from the next class.

Time ticked by, until the book in my hands had been picked up and put down three times.

Liu Songyan, who had been lingering in the classroom, then stood up and left Class 4 of the second year of junior high.

So much time has been wasted that there are hardly any students outside the classroom now.

He walked down the stairs alone, preparing to head out of the school.

However, just after leaving the teaching building, a group of people gathered not far away caught his attention.

Looking at the tall figure surrounded by several boys, and Zhou Yuan, the class monitor, hiding behind a tree nearby.

It was Shen Ruzhi.

Liu Songyan resumed his footsteps after a pause, having no intention of meddling in other people's business.

After all, given Shen Ruzhi's personality of always standing up for the underdog, it was only a matter of time before she was targeted by those despicable bastards at school.

It's good to teach the other person a lesson, otherwise they'll just become cannon fodder in the workplace when they enter society.

He was about to leave, pretending not to have seen her, when his gaze fell upon a familiar figure.

Looking at Chi Jinhe, who was being protected by Shen Ruzhi and was also surrounded by several boys.

The figure that was walking towards the school gate turned around.

I walked toward the gathered crowd.

The pace gradually quickened.

Until they arrived nearby.

(End of this chapter)