Madam, Please Behave-Chapter 213: True Reflection

Hearing the voice in his ear, Liu Changqing slowly responded. Just as he was about to move, he suddenly heard his daughter’s voice coming from the bathroom.

“Aunt An, help me tie my—”

Before she could finish, Liu Xiazhi turned off the hairdryer and came running out of the bathroom. Halfway through her sentence, she caught sight of the two adults in the living room.

Her small face, initially normal, gradually shifted to an expression of shock...

Her mouth slowly fell open.

“Xiazhi, it’s not... not what you think!”

An Yuanyao panicked instantly.

Her legs kicked up and down, struggling to break free from Liu Changqing’s grip, trying to make him put her down.

Liu Changqing, on the other hand, remained composed. Seeing his daughter’s changing expression, after a brief moment of panic, he quickly came up with a solution.

With a serious expression, he said, “Daddy is exercising, and Aunt An is helping me.”

“Huh?”

An Yuanyao stopped struggling, staring blankly at Liu Changqing. Clearly, her brain couldn’t quite process why he would say something like that.

Looking at his daughter, Liu Changqing put his words into action.

Still holding An Yuanyao, he spread his legs to shoulder-width apart and began squatting up and down.

As he moved, he explained to the daughter standing at the bathroom doorway, “I saw this exercise on TV two days ago. Since you’re too light, I had to get Aunt An to help... Hiss—”

Midway through his explanation, Liu Changqing suddenly sucked in a sharp breath.

A sharp pain shot through his back.

He immediately realized that An Yuanyao had pinched him, but he didn’t react. He just did his best to maintain his expression, as if the person gasping in pain earlier wasn’t him at all.

A woman’s weight was a forbidden topic—something best left unsaid…

Hearing her father’s explanation, Liu Xiazhi seemed half-convinced. She stood at the bathroom doorway for a moment before slowly walking toward them.

Standing in front of them, she stared curiously at her father, who had a serious look on his face, and Aunt An, who was hiding her face in his shoulder.

After a brief pause, she tilted her head and asked, “Why not ask my brother? He’s heavy.”

“Your brother... is too heavy. Daddy isn’t strong enough for that yet.”

“Oh... okay.”

Muttering to herself, Liu Xiazhi seemed to accept the explanation.

Then she reached out her little hand, patted Liu Changqing, and said, “Hurry up and put Aunt An down so she can do my hair!”

“Alright.”

Crisis averted.

Liu Changqing breathed a sigh of relief and finally let go of An Yuanyao.

As soon as she was back on solid ground, An Yuanyao’s face turned red. After a moment, she turned to Liu Xiazhi and forced a smile.

“Come on, I’ll do your hair…”

She reached for Liu Xiazhi’s hair but immediately noticed that it was still damp.

So, she took her back to dry it properly.

Liu Changqing used this opportunity to return to his room. After shutting the door, he slumped into his chair and let out a long breath.

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He tilted his head back, staring at the ceiling.

He was getting too careless…

This wasn’t An Yuanyao’s house—it was his house. How could he be so reckless? If the kids had seen something inappropriate, how awkward would that have been…?

Still, as much as he scolded himself, the thought of An Yuanyao’s shy expression made him want to tease her even more.

Ever since they got together half a month ago, every interaction with An Yuanyao had been fresh and exciting for him.

It was obvious—An Yuanyao wasn’t the type of person to be too forward.

But as time passed, she was slowly learning more and more.

Liu Changqing himself wasn’t particularly experienced, but the original owner of this body had memories…

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have two kids.

As he got lost in thought, time ticked away.

Before long, the door opened again.

Having finished tying Liu Xiazhi’s hair, An Yuanyao stepped in, quietly closing the door behind her. She looked at Liu Changqing, who was still sitting in the chair.

Softly, she asked, “What do you want for lunch? I’ll cook.”

“Forget it. You’re not used to my kitchen knives—you might hurt yourself.”

As he spoke, he pulled out his phone and checked the time.

10:54.

Looking up from the screen, he gazed at An Yuanyao standing in front of him.

“It’s not even eleven yet. Let’s cook at twelve. I’m still full from breakfast.”

“That works. I’ll go wash Xiazhi’s clothes first. She stepped in a puddle earlier.”

With that, An Yuanyao turned to leave.

“Wait.”

Liu Changqing suddenly stood up, walked past her in just a few strides, and reached out to lock the door.

Seeing this, An Yuanyao’s eyes widened.

“You… What are you doing?”

“Isn’t it obvious?”

An Yuanyao’s cycle had ended yesterday. That was all the reason Liu Changqing needed.

“You… You’re crazy! The kids are right next door!”

Hearing her whisper in protest, Liu Changqing didn’t answer. He simply stepped forward, slowly closing the distance between them.

Thunder rumbled.

Sitting by the floor-to-ceiling window was a deep red single-seater sofa. Li Wanran lounged on it, draped in a silk nightgown, exuding elegance.

Magazines lay scattered on the floor.

But Li Wanran had no intention of tidying them up.

Instead, she stared at the photo on her phone.

It was a picture from last year’s October 1st competition, where Liu Xiazhi had won a top-ten award. Her smile in the photo was radiant.

Li Wanran stared at the image, lost in thought.

Boom!

A loud clap of thunder jolted her back to reality.

Seemingly recalling something, she navigated out of her gallery and opened her contacts.

She dialed Liu Changqing’s number.

A cold automated response played:

The number you have dialed has blocked you.

Li Wanran’s face darkened.

In frustration, she flung her phone toward the corner of the room.

The usual impassive look on her face was replaced by rare irritation.

She had already spoken to Liu Xiazhi’s homeroom teacher and learned that Liu Changqing was aware of the competition and had decided to let Xiazhi continue participating.

She didn’t even have to guess whose idea that was.

Li Wanran sneered.

An Yuanyao…

Memories of their last encounter surfaced in her mind.

That day, An Yuanyao’s complexion had been completely different from when she’d seen her before. And… she had been clinging tightly to Liu Changqing’s arm.

Taking a deep breath, Li Wanran gazed out through the rain-streaked window.

The downpour was relentless.

Just like the storm raging inside her heart.