Madam, Please Behave-Chapter 237: Where Does Lan Yixian Live?
At noon, Liu Changqing had lunch with a representative from Qiuqiu. To avoid drinking, he brought along someone who was good at livening up the atmosphere and could also handle alcohol well.
The meeting went smoothly—there were no unnecessary conflicts or dramatic moments like in novels.
The deal was fair.
They signed a three-year operation agreement, with Liu Changqing retaining most of the decision-making power over the game's development. Qiuqiu would only be responsible for event planning.
The meal took place at a high-end restaurant in the city. As Liu Changqing walked out, he unexpectedly ran into someone—
Li Chongming.
Perhaps due to excessive drinking, he stood outside, supported by a woman he didn’t recognize, barely able to stand.
Completely wasted, Li Chongming was oblivious to Liu Changqing walking past him, reeking of alcohol and desperate to pass out.
The woman holding him up had a worried expression. Despite struggling under his weight, she refused to let go.
As Liu Changqing walked by, he took a brief glance at her and made an assessment.
She was around twenty-three or twenty-four, young and attractive—perhaps not stunning, but certainly eye-catching.
He didn’t bother kicking Li Chongming while he was down. Liu Changqing had changed since the last time they met. There was no need to stoop to such a level, especially in front of the Qiuqiu executives.
He passed by them without a second glance.
But the woman supporting Li Chongming noticed his gaze. She lifted her head to watch Liu Changqing’s departing figure.
She could swear there was something strange in his eyes just now—something she couldn’t quite put into words.
Yet, after thinking about it, she realized she had no recollection of this tall man. Normally, she’d remember someone who dined at this kind of place.
She didn’t dwell on it.
Li Chongming nearly collapsed, forcing the woman to reach under his arms and hold him up tightly.
Outside the restaurant, Liu Changqing hailed a cab, shoved his drunk companion inside, paid the fare, and watched the car drive away before heading to his own vehicle.
Just as he was about to leave, he spotted the woman from earlier hurriedly trying to flag down a cab. This time, Li Chongming was supported by someone else.
He watched as they got into the same car and drove away.
A smirk crept onto Liu Changqing’s face as he started his engine.
"Li Wanran’s life… doesn’t seem to be going so well."
Eyes on the road, he tapped his fingers lightly on the steering wheel and murmured,
"So, this is the love you chose… how interesting."
That night.
Liu Changqing sat on the sofa, flipping through a book An Yuanyao had brought over.
She was someone who loved reading in her free time, and most of the books she brought were light novels or short stories.
Liu Changqing just used them to pass the time.
Meanwhile, An Yuanyao was watching TV. She wasn’t usually into television, but ever since moving in with Liu Changqing, she had developed a habit—thanks to the little girl in her arms.
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Liu Xiazhi had a serious TV addiction.
At first, she was fascinated by handheld games, but she quickly lost interest and moved on.
Lately, she was obsessed with watching dramas.
Especially those overly dramatic ones. She didn’t fully understand the plot, but she found them entertaining.
For example…
On the screen, the male and female leads were parting in tears. As enemies approached, the male lead shouted heroically,
"Go! I’ll hold them off!"
"No! We leave together!"
"Just go!"
"We promised to always be together! If you don’t go, I won’t either!"
"I can’t hold them off much longer! It’ll be too late!"
"No!! If you die, I die too!"
"…"
Liu Changqing fell silent.
His motivation to read slowly faded with each dramatic line.
It wasn’t that he had a problem with TV dramas—he just found the dialogue hilarious.
But seeing how intently the two girls beside him were watching, laughing out loud didn’t seem like a good idea.
"Guhahaha~!"
His daughter broke into strange laughter.
Liu Xiazhi, nestled in An Yuanyao’s arms, grinned so widely her mouth almost couldn’t close.
Her laughter drew the attention of everyone on the sofa.
Closing his book, Liu Changqing glanced at his daughter. Before he could ask, she pointed at the screen and giggled,
"They’re so dumb! The bullets don’t even hit them—why don’t they just walk away? Right, Aunt An?"
"True…"
An Yuanyao actually thought about it for a moment, then nodded.
She also found the characters in the drama a bit dumb. Forced life-and-death scenes like these weren’t her thing—she preferred warm, romantic stories.
Just then, the door opened, and Liu Zhiyue walked in after school.
The moment An Yuanyao saw him, she smiled and said,
"Zhiyue, I heard from your dad—you won first place in all your events!"
"Yeah… I guess I got lucky. The real strong competitors didn’t participate this time."
After changing into indoor slippers, he walked over to Liu Changqing and rubbed his stomach.
"Dad, is there any food left?"
"No dishes, but I can fry you some egg fried rice with the leftovers."
"Sounds good."
As Liu Changqing stood up to head to the kitchen, his son suddenly added,
"Oh, and make it a little spicy."
"Hmm… sure, I’ll add some chili oil."
Hearing that request, Liu Changqing paused for a second. His son usually didn’t ask for spicy food.
But he didn’t dwell on it. Just a quick stir with some chili oil at the end would do.
As his father disappeared into the kitchen, Liu Zhiyue sat on the sofa and turned his attention to the TV.
However, he quickly noticed that An Yuanyao was staring at him, as if she wanted to say something.
Turning his head, he asked,
"What is it?"
"Zhiyue…"
She hesitated, glancing at Liu Xiazhi, who was still focused on the TV, before leaning in slightly.
Lowering her voice, she whispered,
"Do you know where Lan Yixian lives?"
