Wife, please behave yourself.

Chapter 70 Our home isn't a hotel
The 14-year-old boy stopped in front of the dining table.

Looking at the scene before his eyes, he saw his father being held down by a drunken woman with his neck locked from behind.

Liu Songyan turned to his younger sister, who had already put down her chopsticks and bowl, and asked her a question.

"what's the situation?"

"Aunt An was drinking with Dad, um... she got drunk."

Come again?

Upon hearing his younger sister's answer, Liu Songyan immediately felt troubled.

Last time, her father brought Ning Mengyao home drunk, and now, not long after, he's gotten her drunk again.

Looking at her father, who was trying hard to break free from his restraints but was afraid of touching the wrong parts, he hesitated and was unable to break free.

Why does Dad always bring drunk women home?

"Songyan, the food I left for you is in the kitchen. Eat first."

"Then she..."

"I'll take a taxi and send her back."

Having finally managed to break free a little, he raised his hand to push away An Zhaoran, who was lunging at him from behind and locking his neck again.

Liu Changcun took a moment to call out to his child.

If you relax even slightly, you'll be entangled with them again.

Liu Changcun was speechless. He simply got up from his seat and, as if carrying a pendant, pulled the woman up with him.

Perhaps the sudden increase in alcohol levels helped An Zhaoran regain some of her senses after being intoxicated.

The hands wrapped around the man's neck tightened, and her legs wrapped around his waist as well.

I tried to shake it a few times, but the amplitude of the shaking was not enough to easily break free.

Liu Changcun simply gave up and let the other party hang on his back.

"Quickly, tell me, I'm better than you!"

"..."

"You lost this time, didn't you... I won this time..."

He looked at his son with a sense of despair, listening to the incoherent ramblings coming from behind him.

Liu Changcun walked towards the door. Although carrying someone on his back forced him to bend over, An Zhaoran was securely attached to him and was relatively light in weight.

Liu Changcun changed into his outdoor shoes and called his son over to help.

He took An Zhaoran's bag, then took off the slipper that was the only one left, and also took the women's low-heeled shoes that were neatly arranged at the door.

Holding the items in his hands, Liu Changcun lifted the other person up and bounced them around.

Adjusting his posture, he then turned to look at his children who had followed him to the door.

His gaze fell on Liu Songyan, and he gave him further instructions.

"I'll be back after I drop her off at home. After you finish eating, please tidy up the table."

"understood."

As he answered, Liu Songyan looked at the image of his father carrying An Zhaoran on his back.

Although he hesitated for a moment, he continued speaking.

"If it doesn't work out, just leave her here. It's not like it's the first time."

"What are you talking about? Our house isn't a hotel; we can't let people come and stay every day."

"That time..."

“The situation was special last time, and I didn’t know where Ning Mengyao’s home was.”

While answering his own child's questions, Liu Changcun showed no intention of letting An Zhaoran stay.

Liu Songyan watched his father leave in silence until he heard the sound of the security door closing, then he walked back to the kitchen.

They had only taken a couple of steps when they suddenly stopped.

He quickly turned around and looked at the closed security door.

My father's last words before he left echoed in my mind.

"You didn't know Ning Mengyao's address back then...do you mean you do now?"

"When did you find out? Dad has already been to her house?"

The thought of this possibility made Liu Songyan feel terrible.

Standing there dumbfounded, it took a while before Liu Songyan's self-talk could be heard again.

"No, no... How could Dad do such a thing?"

"You're overthinking it, Liu Songyan. Your father is an upright gentleman, absolutely not."

Self-suggestion, self-justification.

Liu Songyan returned to his normal self.

His father's image remained glorious and majestic in his mind.

No matter what happens, he will always stand firmly on his father's side.

It has never wavered.

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After finally getting a taxi, it took quite a bit of effort to get the boisterous An Zhaoran into the back seat.

After the two got into the car, Liu Changcun gave the driver the address.

The vehicle had only traveled a short distance when An Zhaoran, who had been behaving himself for less than a minute, suddenly sat up straight again.

I stared blankly ahead at the driver's sparse head.

Slowly shifting her gaze, she looked at Liu Changcun, who was turning his head to stare out the window beside her.

He chuckled and raised his hand to lock her throat again.

Fortunately, Liu Changcun was on guard this time, pressing one hand against the other person's forehead, thus avoiding being entangled again.

He sighed and looked helplessly at the woman who, though unable to reach him, was still trying her best.

"Can you please just shut up? You're driving me crazy."

"Hehe...you lost, didn't you? You lost to me, didn't you~"

"Loss my ass! When did I ever compete against you!"

"You clearly lost but don't want to admit it..." An Zhaoran muttered softly as her voice lowered, her forehead pressed against his.

"I just want to beat you just once... but it's so hard... I can't even win once..."

"Fine, fine, you win."

"Okay~"

The tactic of feigning helplessness was successful.

Taking advantage of Liu Changcun's momentary lapse in concentration, An Zhaoran suddenly lunged at him again.

Unable to resist this time, Liu Changcun, who was once again entangled with the situation, sighed deeply.

I could see the taxi driver glancing at me furtively in the rearview mirror.

He let An Zhaoran pinch his cheeks.

The woman beside him was still laughing, poking the man's cheek with her finger and muttering to herself.

"Are you unhappy...? Is it because you're upset about losing to me...?"

"..."

"Say something, don't stay silent!"

"I feel so awful, is this okay?"

"Hehe... Don't be sad, come on, smile~"

Feeling the other person poking his lips with their finger, Liu Changcun had completely lost the will to resist.

At this moment, he felt a pang of regret, wondering why he had handed her the beer.

He is really good and fun-loving.

She's already like this after not even finishing four bottles.

You still dare to say you have a good alcohol tolerance?
Compared to An Zhaoran, who was already unconscious from intoxication, Liu Changcun's mind was exceptionally clear at this moment.

He ignored An Zhaoran's advances and gestures, but his gaze was fixed on the street scene passing by quickly outside the car window.

About half an hour later, the vehicle finally arrived at its destination.

Pay the fare and get off the bus.

After putting shoes on An Zhaoran, who had been dozing off for a while, they pulled her out of the car, registered her at the security booth, and then entered the apartment building.

Liu Changcun knew where she lived; she had mentioned it to him once when he picked her up in his car last time.

While riding the elevator, I saw An Zhaoran, who was pressed against the elevator wall and motionless.

The elevator arrived, and Liu Changcun pulled An Zhaoran, whose steps were light and airy, away.

Upon arriving at the apartment door, they found the key to open the door in the other person's bag.

After opening the door, I led the other person inside.

This was his first time entering An Zhaoran's home.

The room's overall layout was cozy, and it wasn't as cluttered as I had expected.

It was cleaned very well, which shows that An Zhaoran must tidy up often.

"I'm home~"

While Liu Changcun was observing, An Zhaoran, who hadn't spoken for a while, spoke again.

She took off her shoes with two quick taps and then ran into the house.

Liu Changcun followed suit, taking off his shoes and getting up to enter the master bedroom.

As soon as I entered the room, I saw An Zhaoran squatting in front of the dressing table, rummaging through the drawers.

He silently walked forward, intending to pull the other person back to bed.

"found it!"

With a shout, she quickly stood up from her squatting position, raised the folded letter in her hand high, and shoved it into Liu Changcun's hand.

His cheeks were puffed out, as if he was holding his breath.

She swayed as she looked at the man in front of her, and all the resentment she had accumulated over the years poured out at this moment.

"Here you go... I'm returning this letter to you..."

"what is this?"

"You, you wrote this to me...you big bad guy wrote this to me..."

An Zhaoran looked away from the man and turned to walk towards the bed.

Upon reaching it, it lay down in a prone position.

Two lower legs were dangling over the edge of the bed.

It was swaying slightly.

Just like when you're sulking, you bury your face in the soft, comfortable blankets.

He mumbled incoherently.

Liu Changcun looked away as he listened to An Zhaoran's incoherent ramblings.

Looking at the folded letters in my hand.

The yellowed paper clearly shows that this letter has been preserved for a long time.

The paper is already very fragile; even a slight exertion when unfolding it could easily damage the letter.

Carefully unfolding the letter, Liu Changcun silently read the Chinese characters on the paper, word by word.

The contents of the letter.

During his high school years, Liu Changcun was very unhappy that An Zhaoran always regarded him as a rival.

Feeling annoyed, he eventually informed the other party by writing a letter.

He warned An Zhaoran not to provoke him again, and also used words to belittle the other party as worthless.

With his brows furrowed, Liu Changcun tried hard to recall.

I searched through all my memories of high school, but I couldn't recall when I wrote this letter.

It is obvious that the content of this letter was not written by him.

It was not written by Liu Changcun at all.

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