Wife, please behave yourself.

Chapter 76 Did he do it too?

The screen playing in the window, though described as a video, looked more like a clip playing on repeat.

The red and green text, resembling a banner, covered the entire screen; the layout was intricate and aesthetically displeasing.

An Zhaoran sat in her seat with a flushed face.

She finally came to her senses when the video clip was repeated for the third time.

I hurriedly placed my hand on the mouse and tried to click the "X" in the upper right corner.

However, the mouse clicked repeatedly, but the page did not close as a result.

The agonizing sounds of death were still groaning.

With his free hand, he randomly tapped on the keyboard, making no changes except for switching to the input method.

From the initial light tapping to the gradual increase in force, An Zhaoran could no longer maintain her usual composure.

As time went by, the noise coming from the computer grew louder and louder!
"Why can't I turn it off? Is it infected with a virus?!"

An Zhaoran's tone as she muttered to herself had become anxious.

In his father's study, he used his computer to create such filthy things.

The thought that if her mother, who had recently passed away, heard the commotion, An Zhaoran would never have to return to this home again.

However, what you fear most is what is bound to happen.

The strange noises coming from the study eventually reached the living room.

While still feeling sad, Guo Yan suddenly heard a strange sound, a somewhat familiar but also deliberate humming.

He clutched the used tissue in his left hand and reached for the tissue box on the coffee table with his right.

Guo Yan, who was about to draw two more bills to wipe her tears, stopped.

He turned his head and looked towards the study.

"Ranran, what's that sound?"

"No, nothing... They're playing music."

The voices asking questions from the living room drifted into the study.

An Zhaoran, still frantically typing on the mouse and keyboard, responded in a flustered manner.

At this moment, the entire computer screen seemed to freeze.

Apart from the fact that the clip is still playing and the sound is still continuing.

No matter what she did, she was unable to close the page that appeared out of nowhere.

"What song is that? The tune is so weird."

Outside the study, Guo Yan's question came again.

In a panic, An Zhaoran opened her mouth, trying to suppress the noise with her own voice.

"La la la la~~"

Footsteps sounded outside.

An Zhaoran, who was humming randomly, caught him singing and his mind went completely blank.

They even forgot to hum a tune to drown out the noise from the computer.

I looked towards the doorway, then back at the screen in front of me.

His gaze darted frantically between the two.

Until the footsteps that were so close disappeared in front of the study door.

The doorknob turned... and the mother's figure appeared.

"Huh? What about people?"

With the door still open, Guo Yan looked around the empty study.

Just when she couldn't find her daughter.

The head that slowly peeked out from under the desk finally came into her view again.

Crouching under the desk, An Zhaoran only revealed her eyes.

The hand hidden under the table was tightly gripping the power cord that her mother had suddenly pulled out the moment she opened the door.

The mother stood at the door of the study, while the daughter hid under the desk.

The two stared at each other, as if they had lost the ability to communicate normally as human beings.

"That voice just now..."

"It's a song, a very strange song."

An Zhaoran crawled out from under the table, smoothed out her slightly disheveled clothes, and then picked up the insulated food container from the table.

She took very quick steps, walking past her mother who was standing at the door, and headed straight for the gate.

"It's getting late, I'm going to take him his food."

"Oh...okay, go ahead."

Turning around, I looked at my daughter, who had been sitting in front of the computer not long ago, and saw her now walking to the door and changing her shoes.

Guo Yan had many doubts in her heart, but she didn't know how to express them.

With a "bang," the security door was pushed open and then closed from the outside.

Guo Yan was left alone at home.

He looked towards the main entrance, and only after a few seconds did his gaze turn to the study behind him.

Now in her fifties, Guo Yan has accompanied her husband to witness many grand occasions. She has also attended the annual TV gala, where many famous singers have performed.

But the tune that just came from the study was one she had never heard on stage before.

The more she thought about it, the stranger it seemed. Before she knew it, Guo Yan's eyebrows were twisted into a pretzel.

He frowned, recalling the sudden, violent noise he had just heard.

If it's a newly released song...

"Are all the songs these days... so frivolous?" Guo Yan, who was alone at home, was very puzzled.

It's just that people's taste in music has become increasingly strange lately.

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I took a taxi and sat in the back seat.

She placed the insulated lunchbox containing a hearty meal at her feet, then curled up, covering her face tightly with her hands.

This strange behavior silenced the taxi driver who had originally wanted to ask about the destination.

For now, we can only drive slowly on the road.

This behavior lasted for nearly thirty seconds before An Zhaoran, having recovered somewhat, returned to normal.

But her flushed face, full of embarrassment, proved that she had not yet recovered from what had just happened.

I'm going crazy!
An Zhaoran thought to herself.

She originally just wanted to go online to check out the latest trending topics and enrich her vocabulary so that she wouldn't fall behind Liu Changcun when they talked.

Who would have thought that while I was watching something perfectly fine and chatting with my mother for a few minutes, the computer suddenly started playing strange videos as if it had been infected with a virus.

As an adult, An Zhaoran is not completely ignorant, but her current knowledge is limited to the differences in normal male and female physiological structures.

To be more specific... she hasn't experienced it yet.

Naturally, they wouldn't know too much.

Even now, An Zhaoran cannot forget the scene that appears in her mind.

That straightforward, brutal confrontation, with no plot development whatsoever, a real, no-holds-barred duel...

This was the first time she had observed something so closely.

It's a very strange feeling.

Sitting in the back of the taxi, An Zhaoran slowly raised her hand.

Press on the chest area.

She still remembered what Liu Changcun had said last time.

After she mentioned feeling a tightness in her chest, the other person immediately made a diagnosis.

[You're definitely not normal!]

Could it be... that I really have some kind of problem?

But when I went to the hospital for a checkup last time, everything was normal.
An Zhaoran was completely confused; she no longer knew what was going on in her head.

Thinking of what I had witnessed not long ago, and the fact that I was supposed to bring Liu Changcun lunch...

Liu Changcun... Liu Changcun...

Did Liu Changcun... do that too?
An Zhaoran suddenly saw the other person's image in her mind.

I remembered the last time I got drunk, the other person complained about the trouble, but still safely took me home.

I remembered Liu Changcun saying that he didn't write that letter.

Thinking of him...

Wait a minute? He already has two kids, he must have done that kind of thing in the video more than once, right?

With that woman, Lin Wanran...

The gradually rising emotions suddenly cooled down just as they were about to reach their peak.

As if someone had doused her with a bucket of cold water, An Zhaoran calmed down while sitting in the taxi.

He frowned, recalling what he had just realized.

It would have been better if An Zhaoran hadn't thought about it. After realizing this, her heart, which had been racing, gradually calmed down.

That tightness in my chest returned.

An Zhaoran suddenly became unhappy.

It's like going out happily, only to turn a corner and step in dog poop.

The thought of Lin Wanran, who had once been married to Liu Changcun, made An Zhaoran feel very uncomfortable.

She pressed her right hand against her chest, trying to suppress the uncomfortable feeling.

I tried several times, but the more I thought about it, the more frustrated I felt.

An Zhaoran decided to give up. After regaining her senses, she realized that she hadn't told the taxi driver where she was going after getting into the taxi.

He hurriedly stated his destination and then leaned back.

He stood with his arms crossed, his expression grave.

He didn't utter a single word until he arrived at the filming location.

Pay the fare and get off the bus.

Carrying the insulated lunchbox, I walked inside with practiced ease.

Arriving at the place where the two often ate together, they spotted Liu Changcun's figure in the distance.

The unpleasantness that had persisted throughout the journey eased considerably after they met each other.

An Zhaoran quickened her pace, just about to call out the other person's name.

However... as she got closer, she realized that Liu Changcun was not alone today.

At this moment, there was another person beside him.

His back was turned, so his face couldn't be seen.

But without a doubt, it was a woman.