Madam, Please Behave

Chapter 110: Love

Feng Shuyan’s words immediately drew Liu Changqing’s attention, as well as Feng Qian’s, who looked up from his computer.

Feng Qian glanced at his daughter’s upturned foot, chuckled, and nudged Liu Changqing with his elbow.

“It’s funny, isn’t it? I told her this morning that these little shoes were falling apart, and even the flower on one is crooked. But she insisted on wearing them. What do kids even think about?”

“…”

Feng Qian laughed a few more times but noticed Liu Changqing seemed distracted, as if not listening.

Instead, Liu Changqing asked, “Did you tell her last night that I was coming over this morning?”

“Yeah, I mentioned it.”

“No wonder,” Liu Changqing muttered, turning his focus back to the computer as he continued discussing future plans with Feng Qian.

Caught off guard by the abrupt topic shift, Feng Qian hesitated but quickly returned to business, delving into industry details with Liu Changqing.

Meanwhile, Feng Shuyan, feeling ignored, stopped swinging her feet. She fetched a small stool, then quickly trotted over to Liu Changqing’s side, placed the stool down, and sat with her chin resting on her hands, gazing up at him sweetly.

Liu Changqing couldn’t miss the noise, though he pretended not to notice.

Both men turned their attention to her, puzzled.

Before Liu Changqing could speak, Feng Qian, confused by his daughter’s unusual behavior, asked, “Shuyan, what are you doing sitting there?”

“I want to look at Uncle Fatty.”

“…”

Her response left Liu Changqing momentarily speechless, followed by a wave of helplessness.

This mischievous girl…

Despite her sleepy-looking eyes, her sharp mind always surprised him. She still remembered the time he accidentally scrubbed the decorative flower off her little shoe while cleaning it. She’d held onto that grudge ever since!

Feng Qian, surprised by his daughter’s candidness, quickly connected the dots and smiled as he patted Liu Changqing on the shoulder.

“Looks like my daughter is pretty fond of you. She barely talks to anyone else.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure…” Liu Changqing muttered, pursing his lips.

“Those little shoes of hers—I thought they were too dirty last time, so I cleaned them. I accidentally scrubbed the flower off one, so I glued it back on. But the glue job wasn’t great.”

“Glued it back on?”

Feng Qian leaned in for a closer look at his daughter’s shoes. The difference was obvious—one flower was crooked and unevenly glued.

“No wonder they look so strange… So it was your handiwork?”

“Be a decent person and stop pointing it out,” Liu Changqing retorted, exasperated.

Feng Qian laughed heartily, waving it off. “It’s nothing—just a pair of shoes!”

“I didn’t think it was a big deal either. Clearly, your daughter disagrees.”

Liu Changqing’s gaze shifted to the girl sitting beside him, who still had her chin propped on her hands.

Suddenly, he noticed how neatly her twin ponytails were styled today. A thought struck him.

“Did you do her hair?”

“Yeah.”

Liu Changqing was stunned by Feng Qian’s confirmation.

At the last parent-teacher meeting, Feng Shuyan’s twin ponytails were uneven, one higher than the other. Back then, An Yuanyao had fixed them when she took the kids out for milk tea.

How had Feng Qian improved so quickly in such a short time?

“You’ve got talent. Teach me!” Liu Changqing exclaimed, grabbing Feng Qian’s arm.

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As night fell, Liu Changqing drove his rented van leisurely through the city streets.

In a few days, he planned to return the van and look for a new car. He wasn’t keen on sedans; he preferred something spacious that could seat more people.

His gaze wandered over the lively streets and bright city lights.

Losing himself in thought, Liu Changqing suddenly snapped back to reality—he was driving and needed to stay focused. Shaking his head to clear his mind, he continued on his way.

Eventually, he spotted a roadside clothing stall near a plaza. Clothes of all kinds hung on racks, with a cardboard sign advertising “Clearance Sale: 30–50 yuan each.”

Remembering his promise to buy Lan Yixian some clothes for the interim, Liu Changqing pulled over. While the quality wasn’t the best, it was practical given the temporary situation. Expensive items felt unnecessary for someone he barely knew.

After parking, Liu Changqing approached the stall and began browsing.

The stall owner, a middle-aged woman, fanned herself with a piece of cardboard to combat the heat. Her hair fluttered as she glanced at Liu Changqing’s burly frame.

“Big guy, these are all women’s clothes. Nothing in your size,” she joked.

Liu Changqing froze, giving her a baffled look.

“Obviously, they’re not for me! How did you even think that?”

“Oh, my bad!” she laughed, stepping closer. “These are factory surplus, so they’re cheap. Buying for your wife?”

“No,” Liu Changqing replied curtly.

“Got it, got it. Don’t worry, these are just as good as store-bought ones!” she assured, leaning in conspiratorially. “I’ll pack them nicely in a bag. You can just say you got them from a boutique—no one will know the difference!”

“…”

Liu Changqing decided not to correct her assumptions, knowing he’d likely never see her again.

Pointing at a few items, he asked, “How much per piece?”

“Thirty-five for one, sixty for a set with pants.”

“Pack three sets for me,” he said, unfazed by the cost. It was a trivial expense for him now.

After paying, he returned to his van with the clothes and drove home.

Once home, he carried the bags upstairs. After switching into his slippers, he entered the living room.

The sound of the TV greeted him, and he spotted Lan Yixian alone on the sofa. The kids were nowhere to be seen.

Curious, Liu Changqing approached.

Lan Yixian hadn’t noticed his return, her eyes fixed on the television.

On the screen, a female character screamed hysterically at a man in a hospital bed:

“You’ve only lost your legs, but she’s lost her love! Do you think you deserve her?!”