Madam, Please Behave-Chapter 160: Li Wanran’s Slap

Li Chongming returned home.

As he unlocked the door, he saw Li Wanran sitting on the living room sofa, watching TV.

She didn’t turn around.

She didn’t ask anything.

It was as if he were nothing but air.

Lowering his head, he silently changed his shoes and walked forward, heading straight to the fridge.

He pulled it open, grabbed a beer, popped the tab, and took a big gulp.

Then, he made his way toward Li Wanran.

Standing behind the sofa, he wrapped an arm around her neck and leaned in close, his breath heavy with alcohol.

"What are you watching?"

The smell of beer made Li Wanran instinctively frown.

But she didn’t say anything.

In her last marriage, she had mentioned once that she disliked the smell of alcohol. After that, Liu Changqing had never let her see him drunk at home.

If he ever had to drink for work, he would rather stay out all night and return only after the alcohol had worn off.

But in this marriage, Li Wanran seemed to have developed more patience.

Suppressing her discomfort, she raised her hand, gripped Li Chongming’s arm, and turned to face him.

She was about to speak when she saw it—

A glaringly bright red stain on his white collar.

She froze.

Then, her eyes locked onto his face.

Feeling her intense gaze, Li Chongming hesitated. He slowly removed his arm from around her and took a step back.

"What’s wrong? Why are you looking at me like that…?"

"You… met another woman, didn’t you?"

"What?"

He had no idea what she was talking about.

"I just went out for a few drinks and came back. What woman?"

"You think I’m as easy to fool as An Yuanyao?"

Li Wanran’s face remained expressionless, her voice eerily calm.

But her tightly clenched fists betrayed her emotions.

Women, no matter their age or personality, are prone to insecurity.

Her brows furrowed deeper.

Displeasure was written all over her face.

She swung her legs off the couch, slipped into her indoor slippers, and walked around the sofa to stand directly in front of Li Chongming.

Her gaze landed on the lipstick stain on his collar.

Now, the two stood face-to-face.

And then, suddenly—

SMACK!

A crisp slap echoed through the room.

Li Chongming’s head jerked to the side, his face filled with disbelief.

Slowly, he raised a hand to touch his burning cheek.

"You—"

"Tonight, sleep in another room. Don’t knock on my door."

She spoke coldly, then turned and walked upstairs without looking back.

Li Chongming stood frozen, one hand still covering his cheek.

His teeth clenched tighter and tighter.

The beer can in his grip crumpled under the pressure, sending liquid spilling onto the floor.

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"You go ahead."

Liu Changqing spoke to An Yuanyao as they reached the restaurant entrance.

She paused and turned back to him, puzzled.

"Aren’t you coming?"

"You go first. Room 8088—Lao Feng is already there. Just head straight in. I forgot my wallet in the car and need to grab it."

"Alright."

"Mm."

After that, Liu Changqing turned and walked back the way he came.

Parking was difficult in the area, so he had left his car across the street. It was about a five- or six-minute walk away.

Only when he had reached the restaurant entrance did he realize his wallet was still in the car, so he had no choice but to go back for it.

After retrieving it, he made his way back. By the time he returned to the private dining room, the servers had already started bringing out the dishes.

They had booked two rooms—just enough to fit everyone.

Dinner lasted about two hours.

Since Liu Changqing and Feng Qian both had to drive, neither of them touched a drop of alcohol.

Overall, the company’s first group gathering was a success.

After settling the bill and arranging sober employees to send the drunk ones home, they all parted ways.

Feng Qian left with Feng Shuyan.

Liu Changqing, holding his daughter’s hand, walked alongside An Yuanyao.

Perhaps because she had never been to such an event before, Liu Xiazhi was clearly excited.

Even though Liu Changqing was holding her hand, she bounced along as they walked, full of energy.

Watching her, An Yuanyao covered her mouth, chuckling softly.

She was about to say something when she noticed Liu Changqing suddenly stop.

She swallowed her words and looked at him in confusion.

"What’s wrong?"

"That kid up ahead… isn’t that my son?"

"Hm? Zhiyue?"

Following his gaze, An Yuanyao looked ahead.

On the other side of the street, a boy was walking away.

Since she couldn’t see his face, she hesitated.

"Probably not… Didn’t you say Zhiyue has been staying home a lot lately? You even called him a ‘homebody’..."

She had remembered the term because Liu Changqing had mentioned it before.

Liu Changqing narrowed his eyes at the boy’s familiar silhouette—and the girl walking beside him, who was noticeably shorter.

"It’s him. That must be Zhou Shiyan. They’re the same height."

"Same height?"

An Yuanyao glanced again, but by now, the two figures had disappeared into the crowd.

She turned back to Liu Changqing.

"It’s probably not him. This area is far from where you live. Why would Zhiyue be here?"

"Who knows…"

Liu Changqing muttered, still staring in the direction they had vanished.

Beside him, Liu Xiazhi stood on tiptoe, trying to see what they were looking at.

But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t spot the person they were talking about.

Before she could keep looking, Liu Changqing gently pulled her away.

—

After driving An Yuanyao home, Liu Changqing sped up slightly and returned home.

When he unlocked the door, he saw the living room light on—and Liu Zhiyue lying on the couch, watching TV.

It was as if he wasn’t at all surprised that his father and sister had come home earlier than usual.

He only asked one thing.

"Want some watermelon? There’s still half left."

"I do! I do!"

Kicking off her shoes, Liu Xiazhi cheered and ran to the kitchen.

A moment later, she emerged, carrying half a watermelon and a spoon.

Liu Changqing changed his shoes and sat on the couch.

His eyes locked onto his son.

Lying on the couch, Liu Zhiyue noticed his father staring and turned his head, puzzled.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"…"

Liu Changqing didn’t answer right away.

He watched his son, thinking for a moment.

Then, he asked—

"You… what do you think of Zhou Shiyan?"