Wife, please behave yourself.

Chapter 75 Liu Changcun is not your boyfriend?
This was the first time Liu Changcun had ever seen Wen Yunwei so happy.

Her talent was recognized, and her joy was evident on her face.

A positive mood can influence those around you.

He was being led by the hand, his gaze fixed on the senior's face, observing her smiling expression.

Ignoring the extremely dazzling sight in front of them.

Liu Changcun looked at the other person with a smile on his face.

"Are you that happy, senior?"

"Happy~"

With her voice rising in delight, Wen Yunwei was completely unaware that the hand she had been holding had somehow slipped away.

As if he had heard some incredibly good news, he still asked again, somewhat disbelieving.

"Do you want me to design it from scratch, or do you want me to imitate currently popular jewelry styles?"

"If imitation fails, then plagiarism is the only option. Pure originality will suffice."

"That's right~ I'll go design it right away!"

Perhaps in unfamiliar areas, Wen Yunwei often feels conflicted and hesitant.

She can design jewelry, which is indeed one of her strengths.

She had heard Liu Changcun's description clearly not long ago: the jewelry worn by the female lead should be as gorgeous as possible to reflect her transformed image as a rich girl.

Squatting in front of the toolbox brought to the filming location, Wen Yunwei rummaged through the sketchbook, picked up a pen, and focused her gaze on the scene where the filming was taking place.

After looking around for a while, her excitement gradually cooled down, making her look somewhat blankly to her side.

He was facing Liu Changcun, who was staring at him.

"Which one is the female lead?"

"That one, the one who looks the most pathetic."

Following the man's pointing finger, Wen Yunwei immediately spotted Bai Ruolian, whose face was full of worry.

The junior's description was very accurate; at least, based on it, she immediately spotted the female protagonist in the shot.

Wen Yunwei carefully examined the other person as the pen in her hand slid rapidly across the paper.

A draft was produced in no time.

"Her neck is long and slender, so the clothing should highlight this advantage, as well as the jewelry... a necklace is essential, and earrings are also necessary."

Wen Yunwei shifted her gaze from the paper and looked straight ahead.

"Diamond necklaces are a bit tacky. What do you think of a gemstone necklace?"

"you ask me?"

He spoke instinctively, and Liu Changcun smiled helplessly after hearing his senior's question.

"Go with your gut feeling, I trust your skill level."

"..."

The hand holding the pen paused; Wen Yunwei, who had been analyzing the situation just a second ago, suddenly stopped moving.

The gaze that had been fixed on Liu Changcun slowly shifted away, returning to the paper.

With her face lowered, one could vaguely see the corners of her mouth tucked up.

To be unconditionally trusted...

The pen, which had paused, began to move again, and Wen Yunwei, with a smile on her face, focused intently on her painting.

Liu Changcun stood aside, watching the rough outline that was quickly sketched out by his pen.

I did not interrupt again.

Looking at the carefully designed artwork by his senior, Liu Changcun suddenly felt that she looked dazzling.

Hobbies and work are two completely different things. When a person can turn their hobby into a job and still maintain their passion, that is the best approach.

Such people are like gold in a vast sea of ​​sand.

Give her a chance and she will shine brightly.

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On Saturday, An Zhaoran returned to her parents' house and entered her father's study.

Father An Junan was not home, while mother Guo Yan prepared lunch for her daughter to bring to her future son-in-law.

Carrying a thermos box that was half an arm's length high, I pushed open the door and entered the study.

"I watched Xiao Liu's show last night, it was quite interesting."

"Oh, that show is really good. I watched it at home yesterday too."

I placed the insulated food container on the table and watched my daughter intently researching on the computer screen.

He leaned closer and asked again.

“When will he come again? Your dad has been nagging me about it all this time, I’m so tired of it.”

Upon hearing her mother's voice, An Zhaoran, who was scrolling the mouse wheel, suddenly stopped.

She looked away from the computer screen and turned to look at her mother, who had come to her side.

What was my dad muttering?

"Of course, it's to meet his parents!"

"..."

An Zhaoran's calm expression suddenly changed as she gripped the mouse tightly.

Guo Yan, the mother, immediately became alert and hurriedly went over to rub her daughter's face to erase the funny expression she was making.

Looking at her daughter who had fully recovered, she said with a sense of helplessness.

"After all these years, how come you still haven't gotten rid of this bad habit? Your expression turns so strange whenever you're nervous!"

"I……"

"and many more?"

Just as she was about to say something more, Guo Yan realized something the next second.

His once calm gaze turned scrutinizing as he observed An Zhaoran, who guiltily looked away, and looked at his own daughter whom he had raised from childhood.

A mother knows her daughter well.

Whenever my daughter's expression turns strange, it's either because she's frightened or because something has happened that makes her nervous.

Guo Yan reviewed what she had just said in her mind. Apart from mentioning that she and her husband wanted to meet Liu Changcun's parents, she didn't say anything else.

In just a few seconds, she realized what was happening. She looked at her daughter sitting in front of the computer in the study.

His tone immediately became serious.

"You're lying? That Liu Changcun isn't your boyfriend?!"

"How...how could it not be!"

Suppressing her unease, An Zhaoran calmly clicked the mouse.

Although her gaze was seemingly fixed on the computer screen, her mind was actually in complete turmoil.

Intentionally avoiding her mother's scrutinizing gaze, An Zhaoran clicked the mouse with increasing force.

"It's just because his family's situation is somewhat special."

"What's special about it?"

His parents died a long time ago.

"..."

Guo Yan was stunned.

Just a moment ago, she was carefully observing her daughter's micro-expressions, trying to find evidence that she was lying.

After the other party gave this answer, she was speechless.

The last time a man named Liu Changcun came to her house, after spending just one morning together, Guo Yan and her husband were quite satisfied with him.

Through indirect questioning, we also obtained a lot of useful information from him.

He runs a bookstore, and although his family isn't wealthy, his character and conduct have won the hearts of his elderly parents.

Her husband is the director of a television station, so their family doesn't have to worry about money.

The elderly couple valued character above all else.

The four of them had dinner together that day, and Liu Changcun performed exceptionally well at the table.

Even her usually eccentric husband gave her a relatively high evaluation afterward, which was quite rare.

Saying it's a bit of a waste to just open a bookstore, they'll give the staff a heads-up and ask them to take good care of this future son-in-law.

Ever since Liu Changcun joined the film crew, Guo Yan would prepare meals at home in advance almost every day and have her daughter deliver them to him.

The purpose was to ensure that my simple-minded daughter cherished this opportunity and that our relationship wouldn't become distant due to the long periods of separation.

Thinking about her daughter's answer, and recalling how Liu Changcun seemed exceptionally talkative and sensible during their last meeting...

As parents, it's inevitable to be a little sentimental.

Guo Yan only made a slight association before she conjured up a pitiful image in her mind of someone who had struggled alone in society since the death of her parents.

I felt heartbroken.

As she wiped her eyes, Guo Yan, who had initially been skeptical, completely believed her daughter's story.

Looking at An Zhaoran in front of the computer, she said with a slightly choked voice.

"So Xiao Liu's life has been so hard... I wonder how he's managed all these years all by himself..."

"Mom? Why are you crying?"

"It's a bit sad. It's like everyone else is having a big celebration during holidays, while Xiao Liu is living alone..."

Sniffling, Guo Yan nervously pushed the insulated food container in front of her daughter.

After wiping away her tears again, she solemnly gave her instructions.

"You two should get along well, and please don't have any arguments, okay..."

"mom……"

"Okay, I'll go out and relax for a bit. Remember to bring lunch to Xiao Liu."

After saying her last sentence, Guo Yan turned and left the study.

An Zhaoran was left sitting in front of the computer, stunned, clicking the mouse unconsciously.

The study was quiet; apart from the clicking of the mouse, the only other sound was An Zhaoran's breathing.

After a long while, she suddenly relaxed.

His body slid downwards, as if he had lost all his strength.

"We almost gave ourselves away..."

Muttering to himself, An Zhaoran's face showed a relaxed expression of relief after surviving a disaster.

Today, she only wanted to borrow the desktop computer in her father's study to look up the latest trending topics.

After all, when she talked to Liu Changcun, he would always use some new words that she didn't quite understand.

Just as they were engrossed in watching, the mother suddenly came in and said she wanted to find a time to meet Liu Changcun's parents.

It almost scared An Zhaoran to death.

She wasn't very good at lying to begin with, and when she asked Liu Changcun to pretend to be her boyfriend, he saw through her immediately.

Fortunately, this time we managed to get away with it without any real trouble.

If my mother finds out the truth, my father will find out soon too.

An Zhaoran no longer wants to experience that suffocating pressure to get married again.

"Ah~ Mmm~ Mmm~"

A sudden noise broke out in the room, and An Zhaoran, who had just recovered, looked up in confusion.

Looking at the screen in front of me, I saw a colorful and flamboyant webpage that had somehow filled the entire computer screen.

There is a window in the middle, which is playing an action movie.

"..."

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

An Zhaoran's eyes widened, reflecting the images on the computer screen, and her battle cries grew louder with each rapid advancement.

The tone was both painful and pleasant.

The sounds entered my ears one by one.

The normal complexion is changing.

The strange noises were like a demonic chant echoing around them.

The sound echoed throughout the room.

(End of this chapter)