Wife, please behave yourself.

Chapter 71 Who said I'm sober!

Liu Changcun was quite certain that he did not write it.

Let's set aside whether Liu Changcun in the past would have been so bored as to write someone an abusive letter.

The handwriting in this letter alone is definitely not his.

Holding up the letter in his hand, Liu Changcun looked at An Zhaoran, who was lying on the bed.

"I didn't write this."

"..."

An Zhaoran, who was still muttering, suddenly fell silent.

A few seconds later, she lifted her head, turned over, and raised her hand to brush away the strands of hair that were blocking her vision.

His eyes widened uncontrollably.

"Didn't you write it for me?"

"Please, can't you recognize my handwriting?"

"Impossible! Back then...you handed it to me yourself!"

While at Liu Changcun's house, An Zhaoran was indeed a little drunk because she didn't drink often.

After taking a taxi home, she was half sober.

An Zhaoran's mind cleared up considerably, and she still vividly remembered the stupid things she had done not long ago.

Memories may become blurred, but they are not completely forgotten.

Under the influence of alcohol, An Zhaoran did something unbelievable; she only dared to imagine such a scene when she was alone.

But after a few bottles of beer, when he saw Liu Changcun at the table acting as if nothing had happened...

The other party's earlier claim that she couldn't hold her liquor was clearly just a joke.

New grudges combined with old ones, and fueled by alcohol, An Zhaoran became bold and poured out all the bitterness that had been buried in her heart for so many years.

And then things turned out like this.

Although hearing Liu Changcun admit defeat to her made An Zhaoran very happy.

But what the man said at that moment was even more likely to catch her attention.

The letters that An Zhaoran kept for more than ten years were not written by Liu Changcun.

The soft bed felt like it was made of springs. Although her steps were still a little unsteady, at least her pace toward Liu Changcun was almost a straight line.

Approaching the man, An Zhaoran reached out and took the letter from his hand.

His eyes quickly scanned the contents of the letter.

"You handed me this letter, then turned and walked away without saying a word..."

"You know what, I do have a vague recollection of it."

Listening to An Zhaoran's rambling, images of memories formed in Liu Changcun's mind.

Lin Wanran suddenly gave me a letter, saying she wanted to be friends with An Zhaoran. However, because she was a little shy, she was too embarrassed to give it to An Zhaoran herself, so she asked Liu Changcun to pass it on for her.

The two were already dating at that time, and it didn't seem unusual for him to help his girlfriend deliver a letter.

I never expected the letter to contain such a thing.

Looking again at An Zhaoran, who was still holding the letter, Liu Changcun, standing face to face with her, felt a sense of absurdity.

Thinking that the other party had actually preserved this letter until now, I couldn't help but admire their persistence.

No wonder the other person said they disliked me when we first met.

It seems... this letter deserves a lot of credit.

"So that's why you hated me back then?"

"No, I've disliked you for a while now."

"You're not happy with me now?"

"..."

The hand gripping the letter tightened slightly, and the gaze that had been fixed on him slowly lifted after hearing the question.

An Zhaoran looked at the man in front of her.

During high school, Liu Changcun hardly spoke to her. It could be said that at that time, he was completely focused on Lin Wanran and did not pay any attention to her, who was the second-best student in the whole school.

His arrogant and disdainful attitude made An Zhaoran very unhappy with him, and he repeatedly covered up Lin Wanran's stupid deeds, which made her, who was in the same class, very annoyed with him.

At that time, Liu Changcun's attitude may have only played a small part; the main reason was his unconditional indulgence of Lin Wanran. An Zhaoran did indeed dislike this conspicuous couple when they were in school, both Lin Wanran and Liu Changcun at the time.

However, after so many years, the old classmates reconnected.

After spending time together, she gradually realized that she didn't dislike the other person as much as she thought...

At first, An Zhaoran thought she had grown up, but judging from her continued disgust towards Lin Wanran after meeting her during the day, she hadn't grown up at all.

I just don't dislike Liu Changcun anymore.

How strange... Why does Lin Wanran still feel disgusted, but can't bring herself to hate Liu Changcun in front of her?
Was it because the other person helped him deal with his family's pressure to get married?

That must be it, otherwise there's no way to explain it...

"Hey, why aren't you saying anything?"

An Zhaoran, who hadn't responded for a while, heard the man ask again.

This time, she stopped staring at the other person and instead silently looked away, raising the letter in her hand to change the subject.

"If you didn't write this letter, why did you hand it to me in person?"

"Lin Wanran asked me to give this to you, saying she wanted to be friends with you."

Perhaps it was because she had drunk too much and felt nauseous, but upon hearing this, An Zhaoran suddenly felt a bit nauseous.

Her dislike for Lin Wanran was no longer just superficial; it was a deep-seated, physiological aversion.

Looking at the letters she had kept for over ten years, An Zhaoran suddenly felt that the knot in her heart that she had been carrying for so many years had been untied.

After Liu Changcun revealed the truth, looking at this letter again now, the more I read it, the more I believe it was written by Lin Wanran...

Why did it take you so long to realize? If I had known that Lin Wanran had written this letter, I should have slapped her again when we were at the hospital during the day.

Feeling somewhat regretful for her restraint at the time, An Zhaoran came to her senses and simply folded the letter in her hand.

Hold it with both hands and tear it open.

He tore the perfectly good letter into shreds and turned to walk towards the trash can.

She tossed it in, her back to the man who was still standing there.

The atmosphere was a little awkward for a while.

After a long while, An Zhaoran's voice finally came from the quiet bedroom.

"How long until your show airs?"

"In a few days, if the test results are negative, it can be released."

"Oh……"

In this world, television dramas are broadcast differently than in the previous life.

Initially, five episodes were submitted for review. If the ratings were good, the original number of episodes would be filmed. If the series became a huge hit, more episodes would be requested to be filmed.

Before meeting An Zhaoran, who had her back to him, she said "oh" and then fell silent. Liu Changcun had no intention of staying at her house any longer.

He turned and walked towards the door, giving some parting words of advice before leaving.

"Now that you're mostly sober, go wash up before going to sleep."

"Who, who said I'm sober!"

An Zhaoran suddenly panicked and hurriedly turned around to look at where the man was.

Liu Changcun, who was about to leave the bedroom, stopped and turned back to look at the other person.

Said with a smile.

"Everyone says you're easy to read, but you've improved a lot this time. At least I didn't see through you in the taxi."

"..."

"I'm leaving, no need to see me off, I'll take a taxi home myself."

An Zhaoran watched the man wave goodbye and leave, and only moved when the sound of the door closing echoed back into the bedroom.

Turn around and face the bed.

As they drew near, a large figure lunged forward.