Wife, please behave yourself.

Chapter 68 A new housekeeper has come to our house.
The vehicle had already started, but Liu Changcun, who was sitting in the driver's seat, had not driven it out for a long time.

After sending his detailed home address via text message, he then exited the message inbox.

Looking at the text messages they've been exchanging recently, I kept pressing the arrow keys and dragging for a long time before finally reaching the end.

He snapped his phone shut and tossed it into the armrest box.

Liu Changcun smiled as he released the handbrake, recalling the few text messages he had just received.

An Zhaoran is a very interesting person.

As he drove away, he reminisced about their previous meetings.

Every time they met, the other party would do something inexplicable. At first, Liu Changcun only had the idea of ​​asking this old classmate he hadn't seen in a long time to help him submit his script.

But as he got to know her better, he gradually discovered that she had a personality that was completely different from her appearance.

When something unexpected happens, she displays a very comical expression, which is a stark contrast to her usual image.

Having lived two lives, this was the first time Liu Changcun had encountered this type of person.

Although An Zhaoran has stated her dislike for him more than once, judging from their recent interactions, she has never truly expressed any dislike for him.

On the contrary, Ahn So-ran seems to be enjoying this fake romantic relationship.

In her daily text messages, she wanted to tell him everything, even everyday things like going to the toilet.

Although An Zhaoran was extremely resistant to the idea of ​​dating and marriage, Liu Changcun at that time believed from the bottom of his heart that it was impossible for a person in their thirties to have never been in a relationship.

I simply didn't take it seriously, assuming the other person was just creating a persona.

However, after spending time with him several times, he began to believe it.

What An Zhaoran said might not be false lies.

Knowing that the other party would be coming to his house later, Liu Changcun, who left the film crew early today, thought about buying more groceries.

The sky had completely darkened.

Liu Changcun, returning from the market, parked his car in the open space at the entrance of the residential area, got out of the car, and took out the groceries he had bought from the back seat.

I had just locked the car door when I looked up and saw a figure peering out from the gate of the residential area.

We stopped in front of the unattended security booth.

A restless, uneasy figure.

Carrying two large bags, Liu Changcun strode up to him.

I watched the woman carrying her bag, standing on tiptoe and trying to peer into the empty security booth. I silently observed her from behind for a few seconds.

"Because no one pays the property management fees, the property management company for this community has long since disappeared."

An Zhaoran, whose attention was entirely focused on the security booth, heard the voices behind her.

Startled, she quickly retreated to the side. When she turned around and saw that the person speaking was Liu Changcun, she breathed a sigh of relief.

"You almost scared me to death! When did you get here?!"

"Just arrived."

Liu Changcun gestured with the bags he was holding in both hands pointing upwards.

"Knowing you were coming, I went out of my way to buy it."

"so much……"

"Isn't that enough sincerity? Consider it a reward for your aunt preparing lunch for me these past few days."

"Can the two of us finish this?"

"What do you mean, the two of us? There are four of us including you."

"..."

Seeing the puzzled look on An Zhaoran's face, Liu Changcun was unsure whether she had genuinely forgotten or was just pretending to be cute.

After a few seconds of silence, seeing that she didn't respond, he couldn't help but explain.

"I have a son and a daughter."

"Oh, I remember now."

It's confirmed, she really forgot just now.

Seeing An Zhaoran's look of sudden realization, even Liu Changcun, who was well-informed, couldn't help but feel speechless.

I couldn't help but make a comment.

"Are you a goldfish? Your memory only lasts seven seconds. You can even forget that I have children."

"I've never met them; I only heard you mention them once."

"More than once, right?"

"There weren't many, so I don't remember them much."

"I wonder how you became a weather anchor on TV. Did you get in through connections?"

"I got in based on my own merit!"

The fact that the other party dared to question her work ability was the only thing An Zhaoran couldn't tolerate.

"I don't really remember people I don't see often, but once I've met them, I can't forget them."

"I'm too lazy to argue with you."

Having ended this pointless debate, Liu Changcun stepped into the community gate.

An Zhaoran, who was behind him, quickly followed.

I kept pace with him.

"Do we not need to register to enter your residential compound?"

"The property management company has all disappeared, so who's going to register you?"

"No wonder... I was wondering why I couldn't find any security guards."

"..."

"Why didn't you tell me sooner? I've been waiting like an idiot for so long."

He glanced to the side and saw An Zhaoran looking sullen.

It seems she's focused all her talent on academics. If those who ranked behind them in school knew that An Zhaoran, the second-highest in the entire school, actually had this kind of personality...

They'll probably be so angry they'll vomit blood.

Perhaps seeing that the man beside her did not respond, An Zhaoran changed the subject and asked again.

"By the way, is your child easy to get along with?"

"A teenager with chuunibyou (middle school syndrome), and a little girl with social anxiety."

The adjectives used by Liu Changcun were completely unfamiliar to An Zhaoran.

In this day and age, the internet hasn't yet spawned many internet slang terms. She suddenly felt a little out of sync with the man's train of thought.

"Chuunibyou" (middle school syndrome)... Does his son have some kind of illness?
"Is it serious? Your son's illness..."

"Aside from occasionally speaking in a pretentious manner, he is essentially an honest and simple kid."

"..."

This time, An Zhaoran understood.

But while I understand, I also feel a deep sense of doubt.

Perhaps because she hadn't been exposed to new things for too long, she sometimes didn't understand what Liu Changcun was saying.

I'll go back and look it up online and study it carefully.

Following Liu Changcun, we entered a residential building.

Go around the elevator and go up the stairwell.

The fourth floor is an unlucky number.

The scene shows Liu Changcun stopping in front of a security door, putting the bag in his hand on the ground, and then taking out his key to open the door.

An Zhaoran observed her surroundings, looking at the walls that had turned grayish-white, covered with a dense array of locksmith advertisements.

It's so old, even older than where my parents live.

An Zhaoran thought that the neighborhood where her parents lived was old enough, but now it seems that Liu Changcun's place is even more outrageous.

It might be related to the property management company running away...

"come in."

Ahn So-ran, who was lost in thought, was pulled back to reality by the man's invitation.

After she followed them inside and saw the layout of the room.

The house was cleaned thoroughly, with no excessive clutter, making the already small living room feel much more spacious.

The white walls are covered with children's graffiti. Although they look a bit messy, they also have a very homey feel when you look at them all.

"Put on your slippers, I'll go to the kitchen to prepare the ingredients."

"Do you need help?"

"You can cook?"

She spoke instinctively, but after hearing the man's question, An Zhaoran silently shook her head.

"I can't cook, but I can make salads..."

"Then you should rest. The kitchen is too small for two people to stand in."

Upon hearing the answer, Liu Changcun did not mock the other party, after all, they came from different backgrounds and had different personalities.

It's not hard to guess that she has been well protected by her parents since she was a child.

After An Zhaoran changed into her slippers, Liu Changcun carried the groceries into the living room.

The television in the house is still playing.

On the sofa, Liu Wanqiu, an 11-year-old student in the second semester of fifth grade at No. 16 Middle School, is staring blankly at the door with her mouth agape.

Elementary school students don't have evening self-study sessions, so she gets home much earlier than her brother Liu Songyan.

Holding a remote control in his hand.

She was about to turn off the TV when she heard the door open.

Who would have thought that in the blink of an eye, her father would walk in chatting and laughing with a strange aunt.

Watching her father carrying two large bags of ingredients, and seeing An Zhaoran following behind him into the house.

Look at this unfamiliar auntie.

The little hand gripping the remote control suddenly tightened.

"dad……"

"Late Autumn, this is your Aunt An. You watch TV with her for a while, and Dad will go prepare dinner."

The father's words reached the 11-year-old girl's ears, and in an instant, alarm bells rang in her heart.

She opened her mouth several times, trying to call out to her departed father.

But when she saw An Zhaoran walking towards the sofa, she immediately turned her head back.

His body was stiff, and he sat cross-legged on it blankly.

Using the corner of my eye, I could see that the strange aunt was sitting next to me.

His eyes blinked, and he swallowed the saliva secreted due to nervousness.

The television was still playing cartoons, but she had no interest in watching them at all.

He secretly glanced at the aunt next to him, silently repeating to himself.

Don't talk to me, don't talk to me...

"Your name is Wanqiu? Did your father give you that name?"

it's over...

One sentence made my heart leap into my throat.

After pursing her suddenly dry lips, Liu Wanqiu, who was extremely afraid of communicating with strangers, finally nodded heavily after a long while.

He muttered in a very low voice.

"Um...it was my dad who named it..."

"After a fresh rain in the empty mountains, the weather turns autumnal in the evening."

Upon hearing Liu Changcun's daughter's reply, An Zhaoran suddenly uttered this sentence.

He looked at the girl beside him, who was staring straight ahead and only showed him her profile.

After observing him carefully for a long time, gazing at what seemed to be a miniature gender-swapped Liu Changcun...

It's said that daughters tend to resemble their fathers more, something An Zhaoran didn't quite believe before.

After all, she is more like her mother.

But now, seeing a girl named Liu Wanqiu, this widely circulated statement has truly been validated by her.

He turned to face her, looking at the girl sitting cross-legged on the sofa with her neck held high.

He smiled and began to introduce himself.

"My name is An Zhaoran, Zhaoran as in 'clearly revealed'."

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