Wife, please behave yourself.

Chapter 93 An Zhaoran and Ning Mengyao

As darkness fell, the sound of a key turning in the lock reached Liu Songyan's ears.

As he was pouring water at the water dispenser, he turned around and brought the full glass of water to his lips.

His gaze was fixed on the figure entering the room.

"Pfft~"

Perhaps it was too unexpected, because the water in his mouth hadn't been completely swallowed yet. When Liu Songyan looked towards the door and saw Ning Mengyao following behind her father, he couldn't hold back the water in his mouth any longer.

He hurriedly bent over, raised his hand to cover his mouth, and wiped it a few times. Only then did Liu Songyan look at his father in surprise.

"Dad, why are you..."

The words were left unsaid, but Liu Changcun, who was changing his shoes, certainly understood what his son meant.

Her son had expressed more than once that he didn't like Ning Mengyao.

Although Liu Changcun, as a father, did not know why his son disliked Ning Mengyao, he would not usually bring her home unless there were special circumstances.

During the time Ning Mengyao spent in her rented apartment, Liu Changcun thought a lot and sent her an invitation to open a shop.

Ning Mengyao agreed very readily, which made Liu Changcun, who was originally planning to continue to give her motivational speeches, feel a little too relaxed.

Fortunately, he achieved his goal, and he was too lazy to think about anything else.

In fact, Liu Changcun's idea was very simple: the current era was different from the world he lived in in his previous life. Although it was 2006, the major tea beverage industries had not yet emerged.

Ning Mengyao has a great talent for making tea drinks, and the bookstore has already chosen to close.

Liu Changcun plans to buy the flower shop next door that is for urgent sale, and then open a milk tea shop near No. 16 Middle School after connecting the two shops.

We've already decided on a name: Mixue Ice Cream.

In the sweltering summer, refreshing iced tea drinks are perfect, along with rich and creamy milk tea.

We have established a strict production process to minimize costs and maximize production capacity while ensuring freshness.

In addition, with the huge customer base of the entire school, even if it's not as popular as expected, it will definitely be much better than the bookstore that didn't make much money before.

After changing his shoes, Liu Changcun entered the house first. When he saw the puddle of water that had been sprayed in front of his son, he simply ordered the other son to clean it up.

"Go mop the floor clean."

"Let me do it."

Before Liu Songyan could respond to his father's question, Ning Mengyao, who had followed behind him, took the initiative to come closer.

Perhaps noticing the boy's gaze directed at her, Ning Mengyao smiled faintly and then walked familiarly toward the bathroom.

Having visited Liu Changcun's home several times, she was already intimately familiar with the layout and furnishings of his house.

The father and son watched the woman's figure disappear into the bathroom.

Liu Songyan then frowned in displeasure.

He lowered his voice and asked his father beside him with a look of confusion.

"Why is she here again? She's always going to other men's houses, doesn't her husband even ask about it?"

"They're already divorced."

"..."

Without his bangs to cover his face, Liu Songyan can no longer maintain a calm and composed demeanor in front of outsiders.

He looked at his father, who had given him the answer, with a puzzled expression, and then raised his voice slightly after a moment.

When did you get divorced?

"I don't know the exact time, but it seems like it's been a while."

"..."

The silent boy's gaze toward his father grew increasingly strange.

In his memory, Ning Mengyao, who worked at the flower shop, was clearly a married person, but since she reconnected with her father, less than two months later, she had gone from being married back to being single.

What exactly did my father do to them?
"Alright, getting a divorce isn't unusual these days. In another ten years or so, nobody will care anymore."

Liu Changcun, a father, patted his son's shoulder and explained in a tone of someone who had been through it all.

Upon seeing Ning Mengyao reappear with a mop, the father and son silently shut their mouths, as if by unspoken agreement.

Like a hardworking maid, Ning Mengyao worked very diligently.

Not only did they wipe away all the water that Liu Songyan hadn't been able to catch and that had sprayed out, but they also cleaned up the surrounding area.

He looked up several times during the session, glancing furtively at the father and son in front of him.

Their curious gazes fell on Liu Songyan.

It had only been a short time since we last met, but the young man named Liu Songyan had changed so much.

Faced with such scrutiny, Liu Songyan, who no longer had hair to cover his face, felt extremely uncomfortable.

He felt like an animal in a zoo, admired by everyone. Anyone who had seen him before couldn't help but take a second look after he cut his hair.

"I cut it myself, so the hairstyle is a bit strange."

Noticing Ning Mengyao glancing at her son from time to time, Liu Changcun provided an explanation.

She was diligently mopping the floor when she suddenly realized what was going on.

He smiled again and said.

"He's very handsome."

"..."

"Compared to before, the changes are particularly significant."

"cut……"

Liu Songyan, who was about to act arrogantly, made a disgruntled sound and noticed his father staring at him.

After hesitating for a while, he silently shut his mouth and muttered something after a long while.

"Thank you for the compliment."

"That's more like it. You should be polite."

His serious expression vanished, and Liu Changcun smiled and praised her, then reached out and took the mop from Ning Mengyao's hand.

"Why don't you sit down and rest for a while? I'll cook dinner."

"I'll do it..."

Seeing the mop being taken away, Ning Mengyao was about to say something, but after hearing Liu Changcun say that he would prepare dinner himself, she changed the subject.

Liu Changcun looked at her and saw that Ning Mengyao had a serious expression.

He said it as a polite formality.

"How can you expect guests to cook?"

"I enjoy cooking, and I've already seen your cooking skills, so I thought I'd ask you to evaluate mine."

Before the TV series was filmed, Liu Changcun did indeed send the boxed lunch he hadn't had time to eat to the other party.

Time had passed, and he had long forgotten everything, but Ning Mengyao in front of him still remembered.

It seemed that Ning Mengyao could remember everything about him very clearly.

Liu Changcun remained silent for a moment, but did not continue to refuse.

He simply raised his hand to indicate the direction of the kitchen and replied.

"Then we'll wait and see." "Yes, I'll prepare carefully."

After saying this with a smile, Ning Mengyao walked towards the kitchen.

There are still some ingredients left from the purchase, which should be enough to cook a few dishes.

Liu Changcun was willing to rest for a while, even though cooking was not a difficult task for him.

Looking around the house, Liu Changcun realized that his daughter was not in the living room until Ning Mengyao went to the kitchen.

Looking at her son standing beside her, she asked with some confusion.

Where's your sister?

"Doing winter break homework indoors."

"what?"

Upon hearing his son's extraordinary statement, Liu Changcun was unable to maintain his usual composure.

She then shifted her gaze from her brother Liu Songyan to her sister Liu Wanqiu's tightly closed bedroom door.

"Did the sun rise in the west? Doesn't she hate doing homework the most?"

"A little trick."

After uttering those words with feigned profundity, Liu Songyan finally smiled.

I would give him five yuan as a reward each time, and then secretly take it back when he wasn't looking.

Recycling is a very sophisticated strategy.

Without firing a single shot, they firmly locked Liu Wanqiu, who was not very focused, onto the desk.

Liu Songyan was still just a 14-year-old minor and was eager to get affirmation and praise from his father.

He was just about to explain his actions to Liu Changcun with great enthusiasm.

The "ding" of a text message cut him off before he could even begin to say what he was about to say.

Liu Changcun, who was about to listen, was drawn to the new text message. He reached into his pocket, took out his phone, and skillfully opened his message inbox to look at the new message from An Zhaoran.

Are you home?

"..."

The three short words caught his eye, and Liu Changcun paused for a few seconds before replying.

I just got home a short while ago.

After sending the text message, Liu Changcun slammed the screen of his flip phone shut and put it back in his pocket, intending to listen carefully to his son's little scheme.

"continue."

"The way to get Wanqiu to do her homework is actually very simple, you just need to..."

"Dong dong dong."

Before the boy could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a series of urgent knocks on the door.

Liu Songyan's expression immediately changed.

Seeing his father, who had been staring at him, turn to look at the door, he immediately shut his mouth in annoyance.

Liu Changcun turned and walked towards the door, opened it, and looked at the figure standing outside.

An Zhaoran was panting heavily as she carried a large bucket. She could no longer hold on after the man in front of her opened the door.

"Help, help me carry it inside..."

"what?"

"The tea I brewed."

As if she had completely lost her strength, An Zhaoran put the bucket she had been carrying upstairs down at the doorway.

Then he staggered into the house, his steps unsteady.

"..."

Liu Changcun silently looked at the other person, noticing An Zhaoran with dark circles under her eyes, whom he hadn't seen for a few days.

Watching the other person panting heavily, constantly raising their hand to their chest.

His gaze slowly shifted from her to the large barrel placed outside the door.

"Did you make this?"

"Try it, it tastes amazing!"

An Zhaoran said this with a smile.

The look in his eyes as he looked at Liu Changcun was full of expectation.

Ever since she was asked by her mother to deliver ginseng to Liu Changcun's house last time, she was quite shocked when she tasted the tea made by Ning Mengyao.

Because my father was the station director, my family never lacked things like cigarettes, alcohol, and tea when I was young.

An Zhaoran doesn't really like drinking tea.

Even though she doesn't like drinking tea, she felt that the tea drinks made by Ning Mengyao were refreshing and delicious.

Especially after hearing Liu Changcun's praise, An Zhaoran felt a mix of emotions.

Because of her father's arrangement, she is no longer a weather anchor.

She hasn't even been back to her apartment much lately, and has been staying at her parents' house, constantly trying to make tea using the tea leaves at home.

Until she made the bucket she brought.

An Zhaoran, who was standing against the wall, watched the man in front of her stare motionlessly at the large bucket outside the door.

They simply brought it in and closed the security door behind them.

"Let me pour you a glass."

With great effort, An Zhaoran walked into the house with a rather strange gait.

He had only taken a couple of steps when he remembered something and turned back.

I changed my shoes on my own before heading towards the water dispenser.

He took out a disposable cup and squatted down in front of the bucket, slowly pouring the contents out.

His mind was filled with thoughts of proving himself, and he didn't notice the boy standing not far away.

"Do you want it spicy?"

Ning Mengyao's voice came from the kitchen. She was already preparing the food when she realized she hadn't asked that question.

He leaned out halfway, lightly supporting himself against the doorframe. When he saw Liu Changcun walking around, his gaze involuntarily fell on the person squatting next to the water dispenser.

An Zhaoran also heard the woman's voice.

When she looked up, she saw a figure peeking out from the kitchen doorway.

The confused look in his eyes gradually sharpened.

He first looked away from Ning Mengyao at the kitchen door, then turned his gaze back to Liu Changcun.

After going back and forth several times, he finally looked at Liu Changcun again.

It seems they are waiting for a reasonable explanation.

(End of this chapter)