Wife, please behave yourself.

Chapter 82 Why Did You Reject My Dad?

Anju Nan believed that no one would refuse such an arrangement.

Moreover, given the current relationship between Liu Changcun and his daughter, having them co-host a new program would help improve their relationship.

Anju South has already paved the way, all that's needed is for Liu Changcun to nod in agreement.

"I'm sorry, Uncle, I don't have much experience in planning new programs."

"..."

An Junan's confident smile froze, and for a moment he thought there was something wrong with his ears.

Even An Zhaoran, who hadn't said a word since the beginning, was in the same situation.

The father and daughter both turned to look at Liu Changcun, who had said those words.

An Junan's smile faded.

An Zhaoran looked at the other person in surprise.

After a while, An Junan came to his senses again and, feeling puzzled, spoke up once more.

"Those without experience can be trained gradually; no one can create a hit new show right away."

"terribly sorry."

"..."

His expression shifted, and An Junan's expression turned serious.

He slowly rose from his seat and walked toward the study, greeting Liu Changcun before leaving.

"Come to the study with me."

Liu Changcun also got up and walked towards the study.

The two entered the study one after the other, leaving only An Zhaoran looking back in the living room.

Until the study door was closed, only two men were visible in the enclosed room.

An Junan turned his back and pondered for a moment before turning back around.

Are you afraid of failure?

After much thought, An Junan concluded that this was basically the only reason the other party had rejected him.

After all, Liu Changcun now runs a bookstore and only writes a script set in a modern city in his spare time.

Having never witnessed any grand occasions, Anju Nan naturally assumed that he was afraid of failure.

Upon hearing the other party's question, Liu Changcun did not rush to respond.

Instead, he pondered for a moment before giving his reply.

“Uncle, it’s not that I’m afraid of failure. In fact, I already have plans for the future.”

"What's the plan?"

"Start your own business."

"Open another bookstore?"

Upon hearing Liu Changcun's response, An Junan felt helpless.

He had initially thought highly of the man in front of him, but when the man replied that he wanted to go into business, he couldn't help but feel disappointed.

Is business really that easy? It seems like you're making a fortune, but who knows how many times you've secretly lost money?
Besides, Liu Changcun is currently just a bookstore owner. Even if "The Temptation to Go Home" becomes a huge hit, he can't guarantee that the share he receives will be enough to support his business.

An Junan always believed that it was better for people to be down-to-earth. In his opinion, the best solution was for Liu Changcun to agree to his arrangement and obediently go to the station with his daughter to try.

An Junan carefully observed Liu Changcun before him, awaiting his response.

He heard a response several seconds later.

"I'm not going to run a bookstore anymore, and I'll close this one soon too."

"So what kind of business do you want to do?"

"It's still in the planning stage, but we've already made some progress."

"Young people should be down-to-earth."

Anju Nan sighed after he finished speaking.

Hearing Liu Changcun's answer, he assumed that the other party had not yet realized the underlying logic of this society.

If you don't have a benefactor to help you, starting your own business might be the best solution right now.

But even though he had already paved the way for the other party, Liu Changcun still insisted on going his own way.

Anju Nan thought this was extremely irrational.

Just a while ago, An Junan saw a news report online about a local entrepreneur who committed suicide after going bankrupt, so he decided to show Liu Changcun the case as a real-life example.

Therefore, after saying his last words, he got up and went straight to his desk.

I sat down in the boss's chair and raised my hand to press the power button.

The computer, which used to light up instantly when pressed, is now stuck with a black screen.

This puzzled An Junan, who was about to turn on the computer. He raised his hand and pressed the power button several more times until he saw the power cord that had somehow come loose from the power strip.

An Junan pushed the chair back and bent down to plug in the power cord.

After waiting a second or two, I pressed the power button again, and this time the computer finally turned on.

After adjusting to a comfortable sitting position, An Junan waved to Liu Changcun in front of him with a serious expression.

“Come and see for yourself, this is a perfect example. Doing business isn’t so easy.”

Seeing the other person waving at him, Liu Changcun didn't stay there dumbfounded any longer.

He walked over to the desk and stood behind An Junan, looking at the computer screen that was turning on.

Unlike the old computer in the bookstore, the computer in the study uses the most advanced LCD screen available today.

An Junan held the mouse, quietly waiting for the computer to start.

My computer, which usually boots up in less than half a minute, took more than a minute to turn on today for some reason.

Having finally seen the computer desktop, An Junan gripped the mouse and opened the browser.

He remembered the news headline he had seen last time and planned to search it out directly to show Liu Changcun, who was standing behind him.

If even a company as large as his can go bankrupt, what chance does his small business have?

An Junan's mouse flew erratically across the screen, accompanied by severe lag. With each drag, he had to lift the mouse to reposition it.

"Why is my computer so slow today..."

An Junan said in a low voice, his usually smooth computer suddenly becoming sluggish for some reason.

He was eager to show Liu Changcun behind him examples of business failures, and after dragging the mouse for a while, he finally managed to double-click the browser icon.

Liu Changcun, who was standing behind, almost laughed. He hadn't expected that the computer the other person was using was less smooth than his own.

One is standing and one is sitting.

The two stared at the screen in front of them, only to see the computer, which had been working normally just moments before, suddenly go black, and then a strange window popped up.

The screen was covered with red and green text, which flickered while a video played.

In an instant, the two people watching the computer screen widened their eyes in surprise.

A sudden, unpleasant noise transformed the once quiet study into an unsightly place.

Liu Changcun stared at the computer screen in disbelief.

Then his gaze fell downwards, landing on Anju Nan, who was sitting in his seat, equally shocked.

I never expected... that at his age, he would still like to watch this kind of thing?
Does your aunt know?

"What, what are these things?!"

The sudden high pitch startled Liu Changcun.

Holding the mouse, An Junan, still in shock, finally came to her senses.

Watching the images keep appearing in front of me, I manipulated the mouse at lightning speed, trying to close them.

However, the window seemed to be just for show; no matter how many times he clicked the mouse, he couldn't close it successfully.

The noise in the study grew louder and louder.

A series of knocks sounded, and the previously closed study door opened.

Holding two cups of brewed tea on a tray, Guo Yan pushed open the door and entered, one hand opening the door and the other holding the tray.

Just as she was about to speak, she looked up and saw two figures standing in front of the computer.

At the same time, because there was no study door to block the view.

The appalling screams also reached Guo Yan's ears.

"..."

"..."

The two men in front of the computer looked up at the suddenly opened door.

An Junan's expression changed drastically, and he pressed the mouse harder and harder.

“Da da da da da da!!”

"Anju South!!!"

"Listen to my explanation!"

Seeing Guo Yan rushing aggressively toward the desk, Liu Changcun immediately sensed that something was seriously wrong.

She immediately and nimbly circled around from the other side, watching as Guo Yan placed the tray of tea on the table, and then raised her arms to slap An Junan, who was protecting his head.

Two people, both nearing sixty, had a conflict; they were a married couple who had been together for many years.

Liu Changcun couldn't bear to look at the scene, so he quickly left the study just as Guo Yan raised her hand.

He raised his hand to close the study door, listening to the curses coming from inside.

[You shameless old man! Watching this kind of stuff in front of people!] [It's not what I wanted to see!]

[Are you Xiao Liu or not? I saw you holding the mouse!]

Ouch, ouch... this thing just popped out of nowhere!

Still trying to argue!

"..."

Separated by a door.

Although Liu Changcun didn't witness it firsthand, just by listening to the commotion inside, he knew that his aunt Guo Yan was absolutely furious.

Even now, he can still faintly hear that unpleasant moaning sound.

Unexpectedly, An Zhaoran's father, who is the director of a TV station, has such a little quirk in private.

At this age... to still have the energy for this.

Based on his judgment, it was highly likely that browsing some strange websites had infected his computer with a virus, which led to the sudden pop-up window.

No wonder he was able to become the station director.

So much energy!
Liu Changcun slowly loosened his grip on the study doorknob, realizing that this was no place to linger.

She hurriedly walked towards the front door, but after taking only a couple of steps, she suddenly thought of An Zhaoran in the living room.

Looking up, I saw that the other person was still sitting on the sofa.

But what's strange is that her posture at this moment is very deliberate.

Clutching a peeled orange from the fruit plate on the coffee table, she tore off a piece and held it there as if frozen in time, poised to bring it to her mouth.

It's like... doing something wrong, not exposing yourself, and instead harming others.

"Hey!"

Lowering his voice, Liu Changcun called out to An Zhaoran in the living room.

Still frozen in place, An Zhaoran jolted awake upon hearing Liu Changcun's call.

As if startled, she slowly turned her face toward the other person.

"Come here for a moment."

"..."

Remaining silent, An Zhaoran held half an orange and slowly walked towards Liu Changcun.

It took her more than ten seconds to walk a distance of only seven or eight steps.

Having already changed his shoes, Liu Changcun hurriedly took the other person's arm and walked towards the door, leaving the security door slightly ajar, and quickly led the other person toward the elevator.

Pressing the downstairs button, Liu Changcun was only able to catch his breath after leaving the other party's house.

While waiting for the elevator, he turned to look to the side.

He stared at her toes peeking out from under her slippers, then looked up to examine her face.

An Zhaoran appeared very nervous at this moment.

The orange slice that was brought to her mouth had already been sucked clean of most of the flesh, leaving only a soft, mushy piece of orange peel.

Seeing An Zhaoran's absent-minded appearance, Liu Changcun asked her a question.

"Your dad likes watching that kind of stuff?"

"I didn't do it!"

"..."

The subconscious answer reached Liu Changcun's ears.

He, who had initially been somewhat gossipy, suddenly looked at the other person with a sense of doubt.

Looking at An Zhaoran's nervous appearance.

"I know you didn't do it, and you wouldn't look at something like that."

"Yes, yes..."

Silently avoiding eye contact, An Zhaoran put the remaining fruit into her mouth and stammered in response.

Stealing a glance at Liu Changcun, and realizing that the other party had no intention of continuing to ask questions, her heart finally settled down again.

The elevator arrived, and Liu Changcun went inside.

An Zhaoran followed closely behind, preparing to go downstairs to see the other person off.

The elevator descended, and neither of the two people inside spoke.

Upon reaching the first floor, two figures emerged from the elevator, one after the other.

After walking out of the building, Liu Changcun arrived at his car.

Use the key to open the car door, pull it open and leave it open, then turn around and look to the side.

An Zhaoran was still clutching half an orange.

"I'll be going now if there's nothing else. Go back and try to talk to your aunt and tell her not to be so angry."

After a pause, Liu Changcun added.

"And my uncle... He should watch less of these kinds of films at his age. I'm afraid his body won't be able to handle it when he gets older."

"Oh... I see."

An Zhaoran agreed, her guilt growing stronger.

She glanced back at the towering residential buildings behind her, and even though they were far away, she could almost hear her parents arguing.

No one knew his father's injustice better than An Zhaoran.

If it were anything else, she could simply stand up and tell the truth.

An Zhaoran simply didn't have the courage to say such a shameful thing.

After giving his instructions, Liu Changcun opened the car door and got in.

I started the vehicle and turned the headlights back on.

He rolled down the driver's side window, just about to say goodbye to An Zhaoran, but before he could speak, An Zhaoran, who was standing next to the car, asked first.

"Just now... why didn't you agree to my dad's request?"

"..."

Liu Changcun knew which matter the other party was referring to.

After all, for anyone, accepting the other party's arrangements and working properly at the TV station would be the most secure life.

However, one reason Liu Changcun chose to refuse was that he planned to do some business after receiving the dividends from the TV series.

After all, it's far more reassuring to control your own wealth than to work for someone else.

Secondly, it's because of An Zhaoran right in front of me.

Seeing the puzzled look on the other person's face, Liu Changcun remained silent for a moment before explaining.

"Promise your dad, and then we'll both work right under his nose. Do you think your dad won't discover our fake relationship after a while?"

An Zhaoran was stunned when she heard what the man said, completely unaware of this.

"Everyone says I'm a professional, so if I hadn't even considered this point, I would be too unprofessional."

The low rumble of the vehicle's engine left An Zhaoran, who was standing beside the car, speechless.

"I wish you all the best in your new job. I'll head home now if there's nothing else."

"..."

Seeing that An Zhaoran did not respond, Liu Changcun drove away after saying this.

The car drove past her, and after several turns, it finally managed to turn around and leave.

An Zhaoran turned around to look.

Only when the car's taillights completely disappeared from her sight did she withdraw her gaze.

Looking up at the night sky, she didn't see many stars, perhaps because of the angle.

It was pitch black; the entire sky seemed to be completely covered by invisible dark clouds.

An Zhaoran has never had any regrets since she was a child.

Whether it's the university you chose initially or the career you chose later.

She never regretted it.

An Zhaoran withdrew her gaze from the sky and silently lowered her face.

Looking at my chest, I recalled Liu Changcun's words about how professional he was.

Judging from his act of impersonating a boyfriend, Liu Changcun was indeed very professional.

He perfectly fooled his parents, helping her escape the constant pressure to get married during holidays.

If it were the An Zhaoran of the past, she might have been very happy to see such a scene.

However, even she herself doesn't know why she feels a tightness in her chest.

Just as she had initially planned, Liu Changcun pretended to be her boyfriend, serving as a shield.

But... why is she unhappy?

It was developing exactly as she had initially thought, and indeed as she had initially expected.

But now An Zhaoran has some regrets.

A fake is still a fake.

No matter how convincingly they acted, or how many people they fooled.

It will never become real.

(End of this chapter)