Madam, Please Behave-Chapter 167: The Ungrateful Wretch

Liu Changqing vividly remembered how, back in his previous life, Jiangxiang Bing had suddenly exploded in popularity during his school years. It had sprung up like bamboo shoots after the rain, with countless street vendors setting up shop overnight.

It might not have been a nationwide craze, but it had certainly made a name for itself. You could find Jiangxiang Bing stalls at nearly every street corner.

The unique flavor of this crispy, sauce-brushed flatbread made it a standout snack.

If he could introduce Jiangxiang Bing to this world and popularize it, it would definitely be a great business opportunity.

The only problem was—he had no idea how to make it.

He had eaten it plenty of times but had never learned how to prepare it properly. When he mentioned it earlier, it had just been an offhand remark.

Now, seeing Lan Yixian’s curious expression, Liu Changqing felt a little awkward and quickly tried to shift the conversation.

"Uh… selling dumplings should be good enough."

"But that Jiangxiang Bing you mentioned—what kind of snack is it?"

Clearly intrigued, Lan Yixian pressed on.

Liu Changqing hesitated for a moment, then tried to describe it.

"How should I put it…? It’s a crispy, chewy flatbread with a flavorful sauce brushed on top. The key is in the sauce—it’s what makes it taste so good."

"Jiangxiang Bing…"

Lan Yixian mulled over his words, but no such snack came to mind.

Watching her deep in thought, Liu Changqing sighed inwardly.

It looked like he would need to keep an eye out for any job opportunities for her—something that wouldn’t be too exhausting at the very least.

Shaking off his thoughts, he spoke up.

"Lan Yixian, I should get going."

She snapped out of her thoughts and nodded lightly.

"Alright. Drive safe."

"Mm."

With a brief acknowledgment, Liu Changqing turned and walked back toward his car.

After buckling his seatbelt, he instinctively glanced at the rearview mirror.

Through it, he saw Lan Yixian still lost in thought, staring into the distance.

Just then, a small voice piped up from the backseat.

"Dad, let’s go home!"

Liu Changqing blinked and turned his attention to his daughter, who was leaning forward slightly, her tiny hands patting the back of his seat.

"Oh, right."

Snapping out of his daze, he started the car and drove off, leaving Lan Yixian to continue her ride alone.

She remained frozen for a moment after watching his car disappear down the road. Then, with a soft sigh, she pedaled forward.

Her mind was still replaying their conversation.

She had never heard of Jiangxiang Bing before, but she was familiar with Jiang Bing, which had some similarities. However, Jiang Bing was more of a regional specialty and didn’t have mass appeal.

"Jiangxiang Bing… huh."

Muttering to herself, she continued pedaling, her figure growing smaller in the distance.

About ten minutes later, Liu Changqing and his daughter arrived at their destination.

Parking in his usual spot, he stepped out of the car while his daughter grabbed the shopping bags and hopped down from the backseat.

Just as he locked the car and was about to head upstairs, a voice called out to him.

"Liu Changqing?"

His footsteps halted.

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His daughter also stopped beside him.

Liu Changqing turned around and saw an elderly man addressing him.

The man had a slight hunchback, loose skin, and sparse, completely white hair.

Liu Changqing recognized him immediately.

After all, this was the man from whom he had once borrowed a ladder without asking—only to sneak it back later. That kind of thing was hard to forget.

He didn’t know the man’s name, but he definitely knew who he was.

The fact that the old man knew his name made Liu Changqing slightly puzzled.

"Yes, I’m Liu Changqing. Can I help you?"

"Your father was Liu Jiancheng, right?"

That question made Liu Changqing freeze.

He had to dig through his inherited memories to recall that name.

And when he did, those long-buried fragments of his past life’s memories resurfaced.

Liu Jiancheng was his father in this world.

But he had already passed away.

Liu Changqing had nearly forgotten about him, but hearing the name suddenly brought back a wave of emotions.

Although he didn’t recognize the old man, the fact that the man knew him by name meant he must have known Liu Changqing’s family.

But why now?

Why had this man stopped him today, when they had crossed paths before without any interaction?

After a moment of thought, Liu Changqing nodded.

"Yes, that’s him."

"It really is you!"

The old man seemed genuinely surprised by his confirmation.

Only then did he take a closer look at Liu Changqing, scanning him up and down.

Smacking his lips together, he muttered,

"You sure bulked up. Last time I saw you, you were just a high school kid."

"And you are…?"

"You don’t remember? Back when this area didn’t have all these buildings, I used to live next door to your family."

"Oh! Now I remember!"

Liu Changqing played along, though in reality, he had no recollection of this man.

Still, he could guess that the old man had been an acquaintance of his parents.

At least he wasn’t a long-lost relative or anything…

"It’s been years since I last saw you. Took me a moment to recall."

"Ah, no worries!"

The old man waved it off with a smile, seemingly pleased that Liu Changqing had "remembered" him.

Then, his gaze shifted to the little girl beside him.

"This your daughter?"

"Yeah."

"And your wife?"

"We divorced. Just this year."

"You’re divorced?"

The man was visibly caught off guard. His eyes lingered on Liu Changqing’s face as if recalling something from the past.

Slowly, his gaze dropped to the ground, and he let out a deep sigh.

"Good. You should’ve divorced her a long time ago."

His tone was more of a mutter than a direct statement.

Liu Changqing thought for a moment, then reached into his pocket, pulled out his keys, and handed them to his daughter.

"Go on ahead. Dad’s going to talk with this grandpa for a bit. I’ll be right up."

"Okay…"

Taking the keys and the shopping bags, Liu Xiazhi gave the old man a curious glance before heading inside.

Liu Changqing watched her climb the stairs before turning back to the old man, who was still murmuring to himself.

He had asked his daughter to go ahead because he didn’t want this conversation to touch on anything about Li Wanran.

His daughter already knew about the divorce. There was no need to keep bringing it up, especially when the last encounter with that woman had left her deeply hurt.

He didn’t want that wound reopened.

Softly, he asked,

"Why do you think my divorce was a good thing?"

"Hmm? Why?"

The old man snapped out of his thoughts and looked Liu Changqing in the eye.

Then, with a deep frown, he spat out his answer.

"Because of that ungrateful wretch!"