Madam, Please Behave-Chapter 157: Between Father and Son

Liu Changqing hung up the phone, unaware that his face was full of smiles.

He placed the phone on the table and turned his gaze toward the computer screen. Gradually, the smile on his face faded.

Liu Changqing planned to finish writing Battle Through the Heavens in the near future.

He felt there was no need to continue.

Although writing novels had initially brought him a decent income, that was entirely due to An Yuanyao, that foolish woman, throwing a huge sum of money at him.

Otherwise, based on the lukewarm reception of Battle Through the Heavens in the beginning, it might have earned some money, but nowhere near as much as it had now.

After all, there had been no promotion, no distribution channels. If it weren’t for those hefty rewards boosting it, who knew if it would still be buried in some obscure corner of the internet?

Moreover, Liu Changqing’s novels had a fatal flaw.

They were too singular in style.

To be precise, the story structure of Battle Through the Heavens was the one he remembered most clearly.

For instance, he couldn’t write classic adventure series like The Grave Robbers' Chronicles or Ghost Blows Out the Light.

He didn’t recall every plot detail from novels he had read. The reason he chose Battle Through the Heavens at the time was because its formula was simple, without the intricate foreshadowing found in other books.

It allowed him room for improvisation while still sticking close to the original.

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That was why he had chosen this book without hesitation.

Now, the reason he wanted to end it was that he was running out of steam. After all, he wasn’t copying the original word for word. Rather than calling it Battle Through the Heavens, it was more of a reimagined version using its framework.

There was too much of his own input in it.

For example… he had added a few extra female leads.

With his decision set, Liu Changqing stopped dwelling on it.

After stretching his body a bit, he fully immersed himself in writing.

His fingers moved swiftly across the keyboard.

In the quiet room, only the sound of typing echoed.

"Tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap!"

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The next morning.

When Liu Changqing quietly pushed open his son’s bedroom door, he saw the boy still sound asleep.

That was unusual.

With his recent weight-loss routine, Liu Zhiyue had already formed the habit of waking up at 5:30 AM. Normally, at this time, he would be in the bathroom brushing his teeth and washing his face.

Not still in bed, snoring.

Liu Changqing lowered his footsteps and approached the bed cautiously, careful not to wake Liu Xiazhi in the next room.

Otherwise… that little girl would definitely insist on going for a run too.

Leaning closer to his son, Liu Changqing reached out and patted his face.

He had to admit, his son's weight-loss journey had been a success.

Although his body still wasn’t quite the same as a naturally slim build, once he put on clothes, you couldn’t tell at all.

However… his face no longer had that chubby, satisfying squishiness it once had.

Gently patting his son's cheek, Liu Changqing whispered.

"Son, wake up."

After a dozen or so pats, Liu Zhiyue finally forced his eyes open.

He rubbed them with his hands and stared blankly at Liu Changqing before mumbling groggily.

"Dad… what time is it?"

"It's past 5:40. Time to get up."

"So soon…"

He struggled for a while before finally sitting up, his head drooping, eyes still closed like a lifeless doll.

His sluggish behavior made Liu Changqing pause.

"What time did you sleep last night?"

"Around three…"

Liu Zhiyue mumbled.

Liu Changqing was surprised.

"Three? Why so late?"

Dragging his legs, Liu Zhiyue fumbled for his slippers and slipped them on. His voice was weak as he answered.

"I finished the game… then I wrote down all the issues I found. I need to fix them;otherwise, the experience feels off."

"You cleared it?"

Liu Changqing was stunned.

He knew his son wasn't an ordinary kid. Excelling in academics was one thing, but even in gaming, he seemed to have a talent.

Watching his son stumble out of the room, Liu Changqing was bewildered. His memories told him that from childhood until now, Liu Zhiyue had barely played any video games.

The only one he remembered him playing was Tetris.

Yet now, on his first try at Pokémon, not only had he beaten the game in one night, but he had also taken notes on its flaws?

That learning curve was insane!

Liu Changqing’s eyes fell on a notebook on the desk.

Curious, he picked it up and flipped through it.

Sure enough, it was filled with detailed notes, many of which pinpointed balance issues in the game.

One particular entry caught his eye—it was about a stackable buff that, when used strategically, could allow a single Pokémon to steamroll an entire team.

It was indeed a flaw that hadn’t been accounted for.

Setting the notebook down, Liu Changqing quickly walked to the bathroom, where his son was brushing his teeth.

He couldn’t hold back his curiosity.

"You sure you don’t have a system?"

"Huh? What system?"

Liu Zhiyue paused mid-brush and turned to look at Liu Changqing, confused.

Still half-asleep, he hadn’t realized he still had toothpaste foam in his mouth.

When he spoke, some of it splattered.

Liu Changqing dodged just in time.

Seeing his father’s reaction, Liu Zhiyue finally became a bit more awake. He rinsed his mouth thoroughly, spat everything out, then turned to his father.

"Why do you keep asking if I have a system? What system? You mean a computer system?"

"Nothing, just a joke that’s been trending lately…"

Liu Changqing waved it off, then added, "You’re really tired today. Why don’t you sleep in and skip the run?"

"I’m fine."

After washing his face with soap, Liu Zhiyue suddenly perked up.

"I’m awake now!"

"…"

Liu Changqing gave his son a complicated look.

He knew his son was extremely self-disciplined, a kid with strong personal convictions.

But he also knew that Liu Zhiyue tended to keep things bottled up instead of discussing them with his parents.

That, after all, was the result of the way he and Li Wanran had raised him.

His son was far too mature for his age.

After changing shoes and stepping outside, the father and son started jogging together.

Side by side, they ran down the street.

Suddenly, Liu Changqing spoke.

"Zhiyue."

"Hmm?"

"Sometimes, you don’t have to keep everything to yourself. You can talk to me."

Liu Changqing turned his head and looked his son in the eyes. His expression was serious.

"After all… we’re father and son. If we can’t be honest with each other, then who else in this world can you talk to?"

"…"

Liu Zhiyue didn’t reply immediately.

He glanced at his father, his thoughts unclear.

After a while, a smile tugged at his lips.

"Alright, Dad."