Madam, Please Behave-Chapter 409: Got It?

Liu Changqing’s words were harsh.

At the very least, when those words landed in Li Wanran’s ears—word for word—her expression finally changed a little.

It was subtle, but still visible to Liu Changqing.

So… you actually can feel ashamed?

That thought crossed Liu Changqing’s mind as he looked at the woman in the driver’s seat, his gaze calm—like he was looking at a stranger.

The old Liu Changqing had once hated this woman.

When he had just arrived in this world and fused with the original body, he had instantly felt a deep, overwhelming hatred.

And it wasn’t hard to understand why the original host had felt that way.

Setting aside whether the man himself had any flaws—objectively speaking—when someone devotes themselves wholeheartedly to another person, lowers themselves to that degree, does everything they can just to make the other person happy, never minding exhaustion or hardship...

And all they get in return is cold indifference—

It’s easy to see how he finally broke when the divorce came.

Perhaps it was the years of being demeaned in that marriage that had pushed him to the edge.

Maybe he would’ve broken down eventually anyway.

But it shouldn’t have been when he was thirty-five.

Maybe later...

When the kids were grown.

When he was old and dying.

Maybe at that point, the old Liu Changqing would’ve hated himself for everything he’d done.

For giving so much, yet always living in someone else's shadow.

In truth, the original host did die filled with resentment.

Years of suppression…

He hated Ye Rong—for never treating him as family.

He hated Li Wanran—the woman he had loved the most, who had thrown him away without a second thought after all his sacrifices.

He hated his father-in-law—for never stepping in to help.

And he hated himself—

For ignoring the people who actually cared about him,

For leaving behind the family that raised him, all for a woman like Li Wanran.

Was the old Liu Changqing worthy of pity?

The current Liu Changqing had asked himself that before. He thought long and hard, and eventually came to this conclusion:

The original man wasn’t pitiful.

He chose that path himself.

But it was tragic.

From the moment Liu Changqing arrived in this world, he had lived as a new man.

He didn’t want to deal with his ex-wife’s family anymore.

He just wanted to raise the kids well and give them a good life.

But reality had other plans.

Those two—mother and daughter—were like sticky glue. Just when he thought he could finally forget them, they always found their way back into his life.

And now... here she was again.

Messing up his life.

“Liu Changqing…”

Finally, after a long silence, Li Wanran spoke.

Her eyes stared straight ahead through the windshield as she called his name. Then she slowly turned her head toward the window.

Her gaze landed on his face and lingered for a few seconds.

Seeing the cold, emotionless look he wore now, she froze, then looked away.

She asked the question that had been eating away at her.

“You don’t actually love An Yuanyao… do you?”

“……”

“Back in high school, she and I were close friends. If you really liked her, then back then—”

“Stop.”

Before she could finish, Liu Changqing cut her off.

He didn’t want to hear another word.

How could she still not understand?

Still not know what she did wrong?

The weather was stuffy.

Just being outside for a short while was enough to make sweat form on Liu Changqing’s forehead.

He lifted his arm and wiped his forehead with the back of his hand. Then glanced at Li Wanran.

“This is why you came today? If that’s all, then don’t bother continuing. I’m busy and don’t have time for this.”

He twisted the handlebars. The scooter’s engine kicked in and began to move.

“Wait—what about the kids!”

Seeing that he was about to leave, the façade Li Wanran had been holding up finally cracked.

She called out to him.

“I want to see the kids.”

“The kids?”

Hearing that, Liu Changqing let go of the throttle and squeezed the brakes.

He didn’t look at her, only responded flatly.

“If you really cared about the kids, you wouldn’t have left so easily back then.”

“They’re still my—”

“You haven’t forgotten that day yet, have you? Xiazhi cried and begged you not to leave. She used to love you so much. And what did you do?”

Liu Changqing continued:

“You took her out, said you’d get her something nice to eat. She trusted you—because you were her favorite. That’s why she went with you. And what did you do?”

“You made her call Li Chongming ‘Dad.’ You locked her in a room?”

He turned his head.

Liu Changqing stared at her, eyes filled with disappointment.

“She scraped her knee, and you didn’t even think to put medicine on it. Do you know what she was like when I brought her home? She couldn’t be away from me for even one second. I just went out to get breakfast, and when she woke up, she cried the whole time, screaming for me. She never used to be like that!”

“I…”

“She’s so innocent. She’s never had a bad bone in her body. And now you’ve turned into your mother. Do you want your daughter to repeat your mistakes?”

“……”

“Can you just stop showing up in front of the kids? Do you really think I don’t know what Ye Rong was trying to pull with that divorce agreement? She’s already lost it. To her, you’re nothing more than a tool—a disposable one.”

“……”

“She sent you this time too, didn’t she? I can guess exactly what she said: that I don’t really love An Yuanyao, that I still love you. So she pushed you to come here, using the excuse of seeing the kids, hoping you’d find a way to weasel back into my life.”

“……”

“If you have any brain left, stop listening to her. Isn’t living like this exhausting? If she didn’t need something from me right now, do you really think she’d say any of this to you?”

“……”

The barrage of words left Li Wanran speechless.

She looked at Liu Changqing, the cold mask on her face falling apart.

Her lips parted slightly as she stared at him.

So that’s what this is all about… No wonder she sent me to find him…

I…

“And another thing—”

Before she could say anything, Liu Changqing’s voice rang out again.

She looked at him, this man standing before her.

“An Yuanyao is the one who’s truly the mother of Zhiyue and Xiazhi now. You... in every possible way, you’re not anymore. Got it?”

With that, he said his last piece.

He gave one final glance at this woman—

The one who was beautiful, came from a good family, and once seemed destined to win at life—

And all he felt was pity.

Turning his eyes away, Liu Changqing twisted the handlebars, turned around, and rode off toward the market.

Before long, he disappeared from her sight completely.

Leaving Li Wanran sitting alone in her parked car by the roadside.

Alone...

Lost in thought.

My children... they call her "Mom"...

They call… An Yuanyao "Mom"...

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