Wife, please behave yourself.

Chapter 95 I Like New

After finishing her meal, Ning Mengyao volunteered to do the dishes.

Liu Changcun absolutely refused to agree to this.

After all, she had prepared all the food herself. Even someone as easygoing as Liu Changcun would feel embarrassed to ask Ning Mengyao to clean up the table after they had eaten and drunk their fill.

They kept refusing to go for a while, and even An Zhaoran wanted to join in at one point.

After being kicked out of the kitchen by Liu Changcun, he and Ning Mengyao ended up cleaning up the dishes together.

After dinner, it was already late.

In order not to delay tomorrow's schedule, Liu Changcun offered to take the two of them home.

Ning Mengyao had no objections, but An Zhaoran hadn't said a word since being kicked out of the kitchen.

The three people who had changed their shoes at the door pushed the door open and left.

All that could be heard was Liu Wanqiu's loud shouts.

"Aunt Ning, Aunt An, you must come visit again!"

As the security door closed, the girl's cries gradually subsided and stopped.

The drawn-out tone echoed in the living room, drawing the attention of Liu Songyan, who was standing beside him, for a long time.

Looking at his younger sister's happy face, Liu Songyan, as her older brother, couldn't understand what made her so happy.

"It's just a meal, why are you so happy?"

Because it's lively!

Liu Wanqiu gave her answer, putting her little hands behind her back and turning to look at her older brother.

After saying that, he suddenly raised his hands and made a cheering gesture.

"I love a lively and bustling home!"

"..."

Liu Songyan, the older brother, suddenly felt that his younger sister was exceptionally foolish.

Having been around the same age, he understands very well what was going through his mind at eleven.

Is the house lively?

It's more than just a lively scene!
During the meal, Ning Mengyao and An Zhaoran sat on either side of each other, glancing at each other furtively. The atmosphere they created was nothing like the lively and harmonious scene Liu Wanqiu had described.

Liu Songyan, who had been observing closely, clearly saw the flashing of swords.

He wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he always felt that it was either Ning Mengyao or An Zhaoran.

The two seem to regard each other as rivals.

Although he wasn't sure what the two were competing for, it was obvious that An Zhaoran's expression was off when he left.

Calming down, Liu Songyan suddenly sighed.

Ignoring her younger sister who was still inexplicably excited beside her, she turned her worried gaze to the already closed security door.

Liu Songyan, as the son, was somewhat worried about his father.

downstairs.

The three of them left the residential area and arrived at the main gate.

Liu Changcun walked to the car, opened the door, and got in. The two people who were a little behind him followed closely behind.

At the same time, he walked towards the passenger seat.

Neither of the two outstretched hands touched the passenger side door handle.

Just as they were about to collide, they both stopped at the same time.

Ning Mengyao slowly raised her head slightly, and when she saw An Zhaoran staring intently at her beside her.

Before she could fully react, An Zhaoran next to her yanked open the passenger door.

He only opened the door slightly to avoid hitting Ning Mengyao, who was also standing next to the passenger seat, if he opened it too wide.

An Zhaoran's gaze remained fixed on Ning Mengyao, her hand gripping the car door handle tightly, showing no intention of letting go.

"..."

"..."

No one spoke; they simply gazed at each other.

Until the sound of the vehicle starting up, accompanied by a male voice coming from the driver's seat.

"Still not getting in the car?"

"I'll go sit in the back."

Ning Mengyao uttered these words, then slowly shifted her gaze away from An Zhaoran.

He tactfully turned around and went to the back door, opened it, and got in.

An Zhaoran's calm expression only began to soften after the rear doors closed.

He opened the car door wide, which he had only slightly ajar, and stepped out to sit in the passenger seat.

With a "bang," the passenger door slammed shut.

She chuckled to herself, clutching her seatbelt, but within seconds she realized there were two other people in the car.

He resumed his expressionless state, pretending to be nonchalant, and tilted his face slightly upward.

As the vehicle was traveling, due to route issues, Liu Changcun decided to take Ning Mengyao home first.

Perhaps sensing that the atmosphere in the car was too quiet, Liu Changcun took the initiative to give Ning Mengyao, who was sitting in the back seat, some instructions as they passed a red light.

"During this time of preparing to open the store, you should spend more time at home researching new products, like what I talked to you about this afternoon, fruit tea is also very delicious."

"Well, I see."

Ning Mengyao responded softly, taking the man's words to heart.

"We'll try to get the shop open before schools reopen."

"Uh-huh."

"Don't overwork yourself. Rest when you need to, and be in the best mental state to meet the challenges ahead."

Thinking about the unpleasant things that happened to Ning Mengyao in her newly rented apartment earlier today...

Although the rent is very cheap, the tenants living there are clearly not easy to get along with.

Compared to her previous timid and submissive nature, Ning Mengyao now understands that simply giving in isn't a good solution, but it's difficult for a person's personality to change drastically in a short period of time.

If possible, Liu Changcun still wants to wait until the shop makes money before persuading Ning Mengyao to move to a new place.

At the very least, you should rent a normal place.

While Liu Changcun was chatting with Ning Mengyao, An Zhaoran, who was initially pleased with herself for getting the passenger seat, suddenly lost her happy mood.

Regardless of what Liu Changcun said, the woman named Ning Mengyao in the back row always responded with gentle and obedient words, like a docile kitten, in a sweet and coquettish tone.

As a woman herself, An Zhaoran knew very well that the other person wasn't answering in a strained voice.

Ning Mengyao seems to be the type that easily evokes a protective instinct in others. She speaks softly and is a model wife and mother when it comes to housework.

Not to mention, she's not bad-looking either, and she looks even younger.

An Zhaoran used to not really feel her age, after all, she had always followed her parents' arrangements step by step since she was a child and had never faced any major storms on her own.

Although she is in her early thirties, she still feels very young.

But when she saw Ning Mengyao sitting in the back seat today, she truly realized that she was no longer as young as she had imagined.

Thirty-three-year-old An Zhaoran is four years older than twenty-nine-year-old Ning Mengyao. This was basic information she had gathered at the dinner table not long ago.

She is younger than her, makes delicious tea, is skilled in all household chores, and is also very good at cooking.

She also learned from Liu Changcun that Ning Mengyao, who had been married once, was now single again.

An Zhaoran inexplicably felt pressured.

She was even thinking about it while eating.

If she were a man, would she be attracted to a woman like Ning Mengyao?
Just like the Seashell Girl in the storybook.

Who wouldn't love coming home to a spotless house with delicious food ready to be enjoyed?

An Zhaoran dislikes failure and even more so, she dislikes feeling frustrated.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have remembered Liu Changcun so vividly from high school because his grades were better than mine.

I could hear the conversation between the man next to me and the woman in the back seat.

The man kept talking, and the woman just obediently responded.

This situation continued until they arrived at Ning Mengyao's place.

An Zhaoran, sitting in the passenger seat, looked out the car window at the old-fashioned residential buildings around her.

The back door opened and then closed again.

Ning Mengyao stood behind the car after it drove away.

She watched as the car drove away.

Until she was completely out of sight.

Turn out of the alley and drive onto the road.

The car picked up speed, and An Zhaoran maintained a solemn expression, turning her head to fix her gaze on the car window.

"Why are you unhappy again?"

"No."

Still unwilling to admit it, An Zhaoran gave an answer almost instantly after hearing the question from the man beside her.

Liu Changcun, who was driving, glanced at An Zhaoran beside him.

He paused for a few seconds before smiling and speaking.

"The dividends from the TV series have arrived. Once the series is finished filming, I should be able to earn quite a bit."

"Oh……"

With a lack of enthusiasm, An Zhaoran continued to look out the car window.

Perhaps realizing that her attitude was too cold, she hesitated for a moment before adding another sentence.

"Congratulations then."

"Once the dividends arrive, I plan to buy a new house and a new car."

"..."

An Zhaoran turned her gaze away from the car window and silently looked to her left.

Look at Liu Changcun driving.

She didn't quite understand the other person's plan; why was they in such a hurry to buy a new house when they already had a place to live?

In addition, he has always been driving the station's car. As long as there is no major accident, no one will bother him even if he continues to drive like this.

Liu Changcun, who was in the driver's seat, noticed the other person looking at him.

He began to speak, as if explaining something.

"I bought the house as a second-hand house and have lived there for many years. The car also belongs to the station, and although I just make do with it, no one has asked me for it."

"Then why did you buy a new one..."

"how to say."

Liu Changcun raised and then clenched his grip on the steering wheel, pouring out his heart to An Zhaoran beside him.

"I don't really like secondhand things."

"..."

"Whether it's a house or a car, no matter how good they are, they don't belong to me. It's just my temper. Compared to the old, I still prefer the new."

An Zhaoran didn't quite understand what the man meant by those words.

Perhaps due to different upbringing, as the only daughter of a TV station director, she enjoyed a life far superior to that of her peers from a young age.

An Zhaoran didn't particularly crave anything. In her eyes, whether it was new or old, as long as she could use it, she wouldn't consider any other unnecessary issues.

Liu Changcun is different.

Just like a game account, no matter how luxurious the equipment or how dazzling the costumes of a borrowed account are, it will never truly belong to you if it's not yours.

Even if the character's equipment in the game account is tattered and the costumes are just a few scattered pieces.

But that was his own thing.

We've lived in this house for many years now, and we've been driving this car from the station for almost two months.

But whenever Liu Changcun thinks about how another family once lived in the house, and how many staff members at the station have driven this car, he realizes that it's a reminder of the past.

There's always a feeling of just making do.

When there are no other options, he might still be able to barely recognize the discomfort in his heart.

However, when the first dividend from "The Temptation to Go Home" arrived, Liu Changcun had different thoughts and ideas.

With his two children in mind, Liu Changcun wanted to start preparing for them as early as possible.

Future housing prices will inevitably rise rapidly, so even if you buy a house now, it will definitely not be a losing proposition.

Moving to a new place can improve the children's environment to some extent.

In another year, my eldest son will be taking the high school entrance exam.

The best high school in the city is far from where we live now. Buying a new house and moving to a new home will not only improve our living comfort, but also allow our children to have a better life.

"Besides, the current house is too small. Every morning, the three of us have to rush to use one bathroom. If there is an emergency, we can really feel the pressure."

"..."

Looking at Liu Changcun beside her who had said these words, An Zhaoran suddenly spoke after a long silence.

"Let me know in advance when you're buying a house."

"What did I say to you?"

"I want to be your neighbor."

An Zhaoran's words reached Liu Changcun's ears without missing a single one, and for a moment he didn't know whether the other party was joking or really thought so.

I could only glance at her briefly while driving, then quickly looked away and focused back on the road ahead.

"seriously?"

"Ah."

Nodded in response.

Looking at the man beside her, An Zhaoran's eyes were exceptionally serious.

(End of this chapter)