Madam, Please Behave-Chapter 220: Looking Forward to Working Together

"You’re the best! Believe in yourself!"

Liu Zhiyue was crouching by the entrance when he heard the familiar voice. Instantly, he sprang to his feet, eyes filled with anticipation as he turned around.

He saw his father, sister, and An Yuanyao walking toward him, chatting along the way.

His little sister’s face was flushed red.

"There’s nothing you can’t do, only whether you put in the effort. Math is nothing! When we get home, I’ll have your brother tutor you. You’ll see—math is actually really simple!"

"M-Math…"

Hearing her father’s words, Liu Xiazhi’s expression immediately turned grim.

She… absolutely hated math.

An Yuanyao, walking beside Liu Changqing, quietly watched him talk to his daughter, unable to suppress the smile on her face.

When it came to his daughter, he was like a big kid himself…

So cute.

"Dad!"

Liu Changqing, who had been passionately "brainwashing" his daughter, heard his son’s voice from ahead.

He froze for a moment before lifting his head to see Liu Zhiyue standing there.

Realizing what was going on, he walked over with a puzzled expression.

"Where did you run off to? I’ve been looking for you."

Hearing his father’s question, Liu Zhiyue hesitated for a moment, instinctively glancing at the ticket inspector beside him.

The inspector kept a neutral expression, acting as if he knew nothing.

Liu Zhiyue sighed.

"Nothing, just stepped out for some air. By the way… how did it go?"

"We didn’t place, but your sister and I have reached an agreement. She’s determined to get into a top high school with excellent grades."

Liu Changqing placed a firm hand on his son’s shoulder, looking serious.

"So, you’re going to have to work a little harder and tutor your sister in your free time."

"…Huh?"

Liu Zhiyue froze.

At that moment, he felt as stiff as a block of iron.

The memory of tutoring his sister last time resurfaced in his mind.

That was a… nightmare he’d rather not revisit.

"I don’t—"

"Let’s eat out for lunch. I’ll book a private room," Liu Changqing suddenly suggested, completely ignoring his son’s impending refusal.

Hearing this, An Yuanyao thought for a moment, then nodded.

"Sounds good."

"Alright, then it’s settled—"

"Xiazhi!"

A voice called out from the distance.

Wang Tianhao excitedly flung open the car door and, despite his round frame, jogged toward them.

Seeing their child suddenly run off, his parents quickly followed, stepping out of the car as well.

Though it wasn’t a long distance, it still left Wang Tianhao panting by the time he reached Liu Xiazhi.

Just as he was about to say something, he noticed the fierce glare coming from Liu Changqing.

He immediately froze.

Liu Changqing subtly shielded his daughter behind him, his face darkening as he coldly eyed the formally dressed, chubby boy in front of him.

"And what do you want?"

"Hello, Uncle!"

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Wang Tianhao greeted him politely, then pulled a rose from behind his back, holding it in his hand as he beamed at Liu Changqing.

Tilting his body slightly, he tried to squeeze past.

"I came to give Xiazhi flowers! Her dance was amazing—I loved it! Too bad she didn’t get to go on stage to receive an award. Otherwise, I would’ve given these to her right then!"

"…"

Blocking Wang Tianhao from getting any closer, Liu Changqing’s expression grew even more menacing as he stared at the little rascal.

This little pig… was trying to snatch his cabbage right in front of him?!

You little—

"Hello, you must be Liu Xiazhi’s father."

A voice interrupted his thoughts.

Liu Changqing reluctantly tore his gaze away from the boy and looked at the man who had spoken.

He nodded, adjusting his expression slightly, and asked with some confusion,

"And you are?"

"Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Wang Quan, and this is my wife."

As he spoke, he reached out and grabbed Wang Tianhao, who had been attempting to sneak around him to see Liu Xiazhi.

With an apologetic look, he added,

"And this is my disappointing son."

After saying that, he handed his struggling, flower-waving son over to his wife before adjusting his expression and extending a hand toward Liu Changqing.

Seeing Wang Quan’s outstretched hand, Liu Changqing also reached out and shook it.

"I’m Liu Xiazhi’s father, Liu Changqing."

"A pleasure to meet you. My son often talks about your daughter. And now that I’ve seen her in person… I have to say, there’s truth to the saying that daughters take after their fathers. She’s truly beautiful, just like you."

"You flatter me."

"Oh, right."

Their handshake was brief and to the point.

As Wang Quan withdrew his hand, he suddenly seemed to remember something.

He pulled out a business card and handed it to Liu Changqing, his face wearing a friendly smile.

"If you ever need a business partner, feel free to give me a call."

Liu Changqing took the card and glanced at the name printed on it…

His brows furrowed slightly.

This man…

"Well, if there’s nothing else, we’ll be heading out."

Wang Quan spoke again.

Hearing this, Liu Changqing relaxed his expression and smiled, nodding.

"Alright, let’s have a proper chat next time."

"Of course."

Wang Quan responded with a smile as well.

With that, he and his wife dragged their still-protesting, flower-wielding son back to the car.

A moment later, the family of three drove off.

Leaving behind Liu Changqing’s family of four…

And the ticket inspector, who had been quietly enjoying the drama.

Liu Changqing’s expression was somewhat serious.

Retracting his gaze from the direction their car had disappeared, he looked down at the business card in his hand.

Deep in thought.

Wang Quan…

"What’s wrong?"

An Yuanyao, noticing his conflicted expression, couldn’t help but ask.

Liu Changqing snapped out of his thoughts upon hearing her voice.

Without a change in expression, he discreetly slipped the business card into his pocket.

Smiling, he said,

"Nothing… Let’s go eat."

Meanwhile.

Li Wanran returned home.

She took off her high heels and changed into her indoor slippers.

Casually tossing her bag onto the sofa, she slowly walked toward the spiral staircase, heading up to her room on the second floor.

She pushed open the door and stepped inside.

At this hour, Li Chongming was still at the company.

Perhaps there had been some issues at work—he had been busy for a while now and usually only came home late at night.

Li Wanran stood by the floor-to-ceiling window in her room, her gaze unreadable.

She stood frozen for a few seconds before seeming to snap out of it.

Walking toward the bed, she instinctively lifted her head, looking at the wedding photo hanging on the wall.

It was a picture taken during her wedding with Li Chongming.

In the photo, her expression was as cold and indifferent as ever.

She stood there for a moment.

Then, shifting her gaze away, she turned and walked toward the bathroom.