Madam, Please Behave-Chapter 328: Truth Comes Out When Drunk

Li Wanran stood frozen for a long time, her eyes peering through the wine glass in her hand, staring at the empty seat across from her. Her mind seemed to be replaying old memories.

Only when her hand holding the glass started to ache did she finally snap out of it.

She put down the glass and stood up.

The table was clearly set with delicious food, every dish pleasing in color, aroma, and taste—yet for some reason, not a single one stirred her appetite.

She walked slowly to the floor-to-ceiling window.

Her eyes gazed out through the glass.

The night was pitch-black.

There wasn't a single star in the sky, just a vast darkness. Just by looking up, Li Wanran felt like she might get sucked into that endless void.

Her lips sealed, she took a deep breath through her nose. Chest rising, back straight, her expression remained unchanged.

But a trace of loneliness flickered in her eyes.

She raised her hand slowly and lightly pressed a fingertip against the glass. She held it there for about ten seconds before finally pulling away.

A fingerprint remained on the surface.

Li Wanran stared at the mark she had left behind.

Watching it intently.

As if… she was just trying to find something—anything—to do and pass the time.

She didn’t know how long she’d been staring at the glass until a snowflake drifted across her line of sight.

Only then was her attention forcefully pulled away.

Both hands now rested against the windowpane.

Li Wanran stared out.

Snow...

It seemed to be falling again.

Even heavier than it had during the day.

As time went on, the snowfall intensified. Li Wanran looked out at the sky, her expression softening as snowflakes fell from above in a steady, silent stream.

“Snow… is so beautiful…”

Her thoughts drifted.

She recalled a snowy day long ago, playing outside with the only friend she ever had…

Liu Changqing stood just outside the door, leaning against the wall, breathing heavily.

His eyelids fluttered as if they were fighting each other to stay open. He blinked rapidly, struggling to lift his head to look at Chen Dafu and Feng Qian, who stood there looking totally fine.

His thoughts were already a mess.

He started mumbling, slurring his words.

“Didn’t we… say no drinking… s-so how come you two… look totally fine…”

Looking at Liu Changqing swaying and barely able to stand, Feng Qian held his daughter's hand and let out a helpless smile.

“You should get some rest. It’s getting late.”

After he said that, his eyes glanced past Liu Changqing and landed on An Yuanyao and Liu Zhiyue standing inside. He spoke to Liu Zhiyue.

“Help your dad inside—he’s really had too much tonight.”

“Who’s had too much?!”

The moment he heard that, Liu Changqing protested, annoyed. He pushed off the wall and tried to stand up straight on his now jelly-like legs.

But he didn’t make it far.

As soon as he removed his hand from the wall, his body started to tip backwards.

An Yuanyao gasped and hurried to help him.

But before she could get there, Liu Zhiyue had already dashed forward and caught his father from behind.

He adjusted their position slightly and looped one of his dad’s arms over his shoulder, holding him up with some effort to keep him from collapsing.

Liu Changqing’s head drooped.

His eyes closed, and he began to breathe heavily, sounding totally out of it.

Watching this scene, Chen Dafu scratched his head awkwardly.

“Well… uh… you guys go ahead and rest. Me and Lao Feng will head out now.”

“Alright, be careful on your way back!”

An Yuanyao quickly replied.

She walked them out and waited until they had taken the elevator down before returning home and closing the door behind her.

Seeing her come back, Liu Zhiyue thought for a moment and said,

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“Okay.”

She quickly agreed and stepped forward to help—only to be stopped by Liu Zhiyue.

“Mom, you’re pregnant… Don’t risk it. I’ve got him.”

“…Alright.”

Hearing her son say that, An Yuanyao didn’t insist. She knew he was right.

Still, she followed behind the two of them as they headed into the bedroom.

It took some effort, but Liu Zhiyue finally managed to get Liu Changqing onto the bed. Just as he was catching his breath, he saw An Yuanyao kneel down and start removing her husband's socks.

“I’ll head out. Let me know if you need anything.”

As he spoke, An Yuanyao was fiddling with Liu Changqing’s belt, having some trouble undoing it due to the awkward angle. Without turning around, she responded,

“Okay. After Xiazhi finishes her bath, you should too. Get some early rest tonight.”

“Got it.”

Liu Zhiyue replied and walked out, gently closing the bedroom door behind him.

The room was now quiet, with only the drunk and passed-out Liu Changqing lying on the bed, and An Yuanyao still struggling with his belt.

Click.

A soft sound—she finally undid the buckle, pulled the belt loose, and was about to remove his pants—

But before she could move, a hand suddenly grabbed her wrist.

She blinked, surprised.

Looking up, she saw Liu Changqing’s flushed face. His expression was dazed and confused, clearly still drunk. His other hand tugged at the collar of his sweater, looking uncomfortable.

Seeing him like this, An Yuanyao gently pulled her hand free and reached to help take off the sweater.

Her hand had just touched the hem when she heard Liu Changqing mumble, his voice slurred like a man talking in his sleep.

“Yuanyao…”

She froze.

“My wife… Yuanyao…”

Hearing that, An Yuanyao’s heart slowly filled with warmth.

To hear the man she loved—completely out of it—still calling her name in his sleep…

That feeling…

She glanced at Liu Changqing, a soft smile forming at her lips.

She whispered back,

“I’m here… hubby.”

In his drunken stupor, Liu Changqing seemed to hear her and continued,

“I love you…”

“I love you too.”

“And… the baby…”

“Mhm… me and your baby.”

One line from him, one reply from her.

One drunk, one completely sober.

Still, An Yuanyao didn’t tire of responding.

Her hands stopped moving. She didn’t try to take off his clothes anymore. Instead, she climbed into bed beside him and lay down next to him.

Listening to Liu Changqing’s heavy breathing beside her.

He mumbled again.

“I’ll protect you… and the baby… No one… no one will hurt you…”

“Mhm, I believe you…”

“…baby…”

“……”

That was the last thing he said. After that, he seemed to fall into a deep sleep, the only sound left was his steady breathing.

Lying there beside him, An Yuanyao waited.

Once she was sure he was really asleep, she quietly got up and began removing his clothes.

It took some effort, but she managed to get everything off and then pulled the blanket over him.

After tidying up his clothes, she walked toward the door. Just as her hand touched the doorknob, Liu Changqing mumbled again.

She stopped.

Turned back and looked at him—curled up under the blanket without her realizing when it happened.

She stood there blankly for a moment, then let go of the knob and returned to the bed.

Looking down at the curled-up Liu Changqing, she leaned in and gently kissed his cheek.

Then pulled back.

“Rest well, hubby.”

With that, she picked up his clothes and quietly left the room.

The house fell into silence again, with only Liu Changqing’s breathing audible.

Who knows how much time passed.

Liu Changqing murmured again.

Though deeply asleep, guilt was written all over his face.

He whispered softly—

“…Mom… I’m sorry…”