Wife, please behave yourself.

Chapter 92 I do

Her body trembled uncontrollably, as if shouting those words had taken all of Ning Mengyao's strength.

His hands were clenched tightly, his eyes brimming with tears, as he glared at the neighbor in front of him who was insulting his deceased mother.

For the first time, she, who was always timid and submissive, rebelled.

The sudden shout left the woman standing outside the door speechless for a moment.

A few seconds later, it belatedly dawned on me.

"You're making so much noise in broad daylight and you still have the nerve to complain?!"

"Who told you to talk about my mother like that!"

"Your mother..."

Before the vulgar word "bitch" could even leave the woman's mouth, the approaching figure came into her view.

The height difference made her have to look up to see the other person. The man in front of her was tall, with clearly visible bulging veins on his forearms. He stood quietly behind Ning Mengyao, looking at her without saying a word.

The woman naturally assumed that Ning Mengyao, who had moved in next door almost a month ago, was a single person because she always kept to herself.

Pick the softest persimmons to squeeze.

Among the other tenants, there were also some noisier residents, but they were either strong young men or working people who shared the apartment and worked long hours.

Because the room wasn't very soundproof, the one actually making the deafening noise wasn't Ning Mengyao; in fact, she was usually very careful not to make any noise when she got home.

However, the woman, who had harbored resentment for a long time, felt aggrieved and decided to keep targeting Ning Mengyao, who lived next door, every time.

They would knock on the door and loudly criticize anyone who made even the slightest noise.

On the surface, it was said to Ning Mengyao, but the underlying meaning was actually a accusation against the surrounding residents.

However, Ning Mengyao, who used to be submissive, could no longer tolerate it and retorted to her face.

The woman originally wanted to have a good argument with the other party, but when she saw the man standing behind Ning Mengyao, she suddenly became mute and could no longer say a harsh word.

He just stared blankly, his gaze shifting back and forth between the two people in front of him.

"Keep your voice down next time."

In the end, he left only this sentence, and then hurriedly turned around and ran back to the next room as if fleeing.

Hearing the sound of a door closing next door, Ning Mengyao, whose body was trembling uncontrollably, deliberately raised her voice as if she had given up on herself.

"I'll never let you bully me again!!"

She slammed the open door shut, her chest heaving as she wiped her face with her hand.

When she put her hand down again, she turned around and looked at Liu Changcun standing behind her with reddened eyes.

The breathing became increasingly louder, to the point that even without opening his mouth and gasping for breath, he was almost unable to breathe.

"They're all bullying me..."

He muttered this sentence.

"And he even insulted my mother..."

"It's long overdue."

After listening to the other person's mutterings, Liu Changcun, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke his first words.

"Humans are like animals; if they don't fight or compete and just accept whatever comes their way, they will only end up dead."

Looking at Ning Mengyao, whose emotions had not yet completely calmed down, Liu Changcun continued.

"To be honest, I used to think you were pretty spineless, but after what just happened, I realized you're not spineless, you're just more tolerant."

"Is this an insult...?"

"That's a compliment."

In response, Liu Changcun added.

"I'll start to look at you differently from now on."

"..."

Looking at the man in front of her, Ning Mengyao's emotions gradually calmed down, and her breathing became steady as she stopped talking.

He turned around and walked back to the table, picked up the container of pure tea, and poured it into the prepared cup.

Then, mix the milk poured from another cup into it and stir thoroughly.

Then he took out the small ingredients from the bag and poured them in.

Then he fiddled with it for a while longer.

She remained silent until she handed the finished product to Liu Changcun, at which point she spoke again.

"Try it."

"That does seem quite plausible."

Taking the cup from the other person's hand, Liu Changcun looked at the milk tea, which was exactly the same as he remembered.

I took a bite.

He had only intended to give it a try, but after tasting it, he was surprised and amazed.

"It tastes so good?"

Liu Changcun is not exaggerating.

Compared to the milk tea she drank in her previous life, Ning Mengyao's creation was more like a tea drink with a milky aroma.

When you drink it, it not only tastes like milk, but also has the fragrance of tea.

The milk tea that Ning Mengyao handed him had no sugar added; its original flavor alone was enough to make Liu Changcun exclaim how delicious it was.

Liu Changcun saw everything clearly when she was making it, and she didn't add any secret recipe.

It's just ordinary-looking tea mixed with milk.

How could the combination of the two produce such a wonderful reaction?
We must get our hands on the production process!

With this thought in mind, Liu Changcun looked at the cup of milk tea in his hand and was about to ask a question.

Then I heard a woman talking to herself.

"My mother passed away a long time ago."

"..."

Liu Changcun, holding a cup of milk tea, was somewhat surprised. He didn't quite understand why Ning Mengyao would say such things out of the blue.

"When I had just started high school... my mom worked really hard, she worked so hard to raise me..."

Her slightly improved mood plummeted again when painful memories were brought up. "But I'm so unlucky... It's like because of me, my mom's life is getting worse and worse..."

"I always thought that as long as I was obedient and sensible... my mom would be happy, and my classmates would like me..."

Ning Mengyao raised her hand to wipe her eyes again, forcing herself not to shed tears in front of Liu Changcun.

"It won't work... The more I go along with them, the more they hate me..."

Taking a deep breath, Ning Mengyao slightly raised her face.

He blinked frequently and took a few deep breaths before he could finally hold back.

"What should I do, Mr. Liu... I feel like I don't know what my goals in life are anymore..."

She thought she had found happiness in marriage, but reality dealt Ning Mengyao a heavy blow.

With Liu Changcun's encouragement, she finally mustered the courage to end the relationship.

Not long after, he lost his job again.

The successive blows had already pushed Ning Mengyao to the brink of collapse.

Even when I wanted to chat with Liu Changcun, I often couldn't see him for more than half a month.

The closure of the flower shop has completely extinguished her hopes.

If she could occasionally fantasize about seeing Liu Changcun again while working at the flower shop, even that last bit of fantasy vanished when the shop closed down.

The bitterness in my heart has never been confided to anyone.

The man standing in front of her at this moment was the only one who made her want to confide in him.

Very strange...

Even though she wasn't close to Liu Changcun, she always managed to show him her most vulnerable side.

Looking at the silent man in front of her, Ning Mengyao suddenly had a very absurd feeling.

She thought the other person would comfort her again, just like before...

But after waiting for a long time, she still didn't see Liu Changcun speak.

Do you want me to comfort you?

"..."

Having her thoughts exposed, Ning Mengyao fell silent once again.

This time, however, she didn't panic and avoid eye contact. Instead, she stared intently at him with her reddened eyes.

"Please comfort me... that way I can still fool myself."

"Actually, what you need most is not comfort."

As he answered the other person, Liu Changcun looked at Ning Mengyao in front of him with a serious expression.

I sipped my milk tea again, savoring its rich aroma.

“It wasn’t until you said these things to me today that I realized where your real problem lies.”

"..."

"You care too much about what others think."

Liu Changcun summarized.

Ning Mengyao was secretly delighted to receive the belated wedding ring upon their first meeting.

When faced with unfair treatment, the first thought is to escape rather than to find a solution.

To put it nicely, they are sentimental; to put it bluntly, they lack their own opinions.

Such people care too much about what others think, to the point that they ignore their own feelings.

"You don't need anyone's comfort right now; what you need is a career that can prove your worth."

He slowly raised the cup he was holding, bringing it up to Ning Mengyao's face.

Liu Changcun watched as Ning Mengyao shifted her gaze from him to the unfinished cup of milk tea.

It was lifted up slightly.

"I can help you."

"..."

The gaze that had been fixed on the cup was shifted away.

Ning Mengyao's reddened eyes held an unspeakable confusion.

Looking at Liu Changcun, who was standing in front of her with a serious expression, she didn't understand what he meant by helping her.

"Come work with me, and I'll open a milk tea shop for you."

"Boss Liu..."

Instead of seeking unreliable comfort, it's better to make yourself stronger.

Liu Changcun finally smiled, as if he were luring a respectable woman, and began to pour out his inspirational platitudes to Ning Mengyao.

"When you become outstanding, people will naturally care about you."

"..."

A glimmer of clarity finally flashed across Ning Mengyao's bewildered eyes as she looked at Liu Changcun, who had uttered those words.

After hesitating for a moment, he tentatively asked.

"Then... do you care about me too...?"

"of course."

Liu Changcun gave an affirmative answer, making the key points clear.

"I've always admired you, otherwise I wouldn't have come here without hesitation to taste the milk tea you made yourself when you invited me."

The man's words reached Ning Mengyao's ears, and in an instant, she suddenly felt the gloom that had been hanging over her head disappear without a trace.

Looking at Liu Changcun who was smiling at her, and watching him hold up the cup in his hand.

As if they had found a new purpose in life, the confusion that had been hidden in their eyes gradually dissipated.

What do you want to do with me?

"I am willing!"

Nodding emphatically, Ning Mengyao gave a firm answer when asked.

(End of this chapter)