Madam, Please Behave-Chapter 271: This Is Just Absurd

<p165" data-end="347">The moment Su Yan heard her husband's reply, her expression instantly turned into one of disdain. Her eyes scanned him from head to toe, making An Quancheng feel a bit uncomfortable.

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<p349" data-end="404">Before he could ask what was going on, Su Yan spoke up. <p406" data-end="603">“Since when has Yaoyao ever confided in you about anything? You're just way too full of yourself! Always walking around with that stiff face—no wonder the kids are too scared to tell you anything!” <p605" data-end="654">“Women are too sentimental. What would you know?” <p656" data-end="695">“What do you mean, what would I know?!” <p697" data-end="784">As she said that, Su Yan raised her hand and smacked him again, this time a bit harder. <p786" data-end="931">Even after all these years of marriage, whenever Su Yan saw that fake-deep, cryptic look on his face, she just couldn’t help but want to hit him. <p933" data-end="1004">After getting whacked again, An Quancheng’s expression finally changed. <p1006" data-end="1205">He glanced down at his grandson, who was still full of energy despite the late hour. Making sure the little one wasn’t startled, he first smiled at him, then turned with a stern look toward his wife. <p1207" data-end="1228">He lowered his voice. <p1230" data-end="1290">“I’m warning you, we agreed—no hitting in front of the kid!” <p1292" data-end="1389">“He’s too young to understand anything. What about your temper—when are you going to change?” <p1391" data-end="1426">“I haven’t changed over the years?” <p1428" data-end="1659">“Changed what?! Still the same rotten temper! And don’t go acting like you know everything just because you read more books than me! If you really knew everything, then tell me—why was Yaoyao so scared of you when she was little?!” <p1661" data-end="1672">“You… you!” <p1674" data-end="1701">“You what?! Don’t make me—” <p1703" data-end="1805">As she spoke, Su Yan raised her hand again, but before she could follow through, An Qianxun walked in. <p1807" data-end="1858">Quick on her feet, Su Yan instantly switched gears. <p1860" data-end="2008">The anger on her face disappeared, replaced by a cheerful smile. She clasped her hands into soft fists and lightly thumped An Quancheng’s shoulders. <p2010" data-end="2047">“How’s this strength? Better, right?” <p2049" data-end="2069">“Y-Yeah… it’s okay.” <p2071" data-end="2262">An Qianxun walked in holding his phone, glancing at his mom who was suddenly giving his dad a shoulder massage. It was weird—but then he remembered there was something more important at hand. <p2264" data-end="2423">Having inherited all his mom’s best qualities, An Qianxun immediately tossed aside the warning his sister had just given him and blurted out to the two elders: <p2425" data-end="2448">“My sister’s pregnant!” <p2450" data-end="2453">“…” <p2455" data-end="2458">“…” <p2460" data-end="2524">Su Yan froze mid-massage, the shock showing clearly on her face. <p2526" data-end="2604">An Quancheng didn’t react much at first, but his hands clenched instinctively. <p2606" data-end="2715">Su Yan quickly snapped out of it and shot to her feet. She hurried over to her son, eyes wide with disbelief. <p2717" data-end="2766">“What did you just say? Your sister’s pregnant?!” <p2768" data-end="2843">“Yeah, she just called. She had a check-up at the hospital this afternoon.” <p2845" data-end="2889">Hearing that, Su Yan was completely stunned. <p2891" data-end="3023">She took a step back, like she had just heard something impossible. But as the truth sank in, her expression slowly lit up with joy. <p3025" data-end="3064">She clapped her hands without thinking. <p3066" data-end="3085">“That’s wonderful!” <p3087" data-end="3110">“Was it Liu Changqing?” <p3112" data-end="3256">Unlike Su Yan, An Yuanyao’s father—the head of the household—An Quancheng wore a stormy expression as he got up and stepped in front of his son. <p3258" data-end="3329">His imposing aura startled An Qianxun, making him step back in a panic. <p3331" data-end="3344">He stammered, <p3346" data-end="3413">“Y-Yeah… I heard it was Liu Changqing’s daughter who accidentally…” <p3415" data-end="3445">“Absurd. This is just absurd!” <p3447" data-end="3497">He didn’t even let his son finish before shouting. <p3499" data-end="3700">He’d already had issues with his daughter choosing Liu Changqing, though his wife had managed to talk him down. But the one thing he never expected was—before the guy had even paid them a proper visit… <p3702" data-end="3794">Seeing his dad’s expression, An Qianxun panicked. Only one thought flashed through his mind: <p3796" data-end="3804">Run! <p3806" data-end="3920">Acting fast, An Qianxun darted aside, rushed to his son’s little stroller, and started pushing it toward the door. <p3922" data-end="4021">“Mom… it’s getting late. I’m taking the baby home for a feeding. You and Dad should get some rest.” <p4023" data-end="4043">“Alright, go ahead.” <p4045" data-end="4121">Hearing his mom’s reply felt like salvation. An Qianxun bolted out of there. <p4123" data-end="4259">Growing up, both he and his sister had always found their father strict and intimidating, while their mom was the more approachable one. <p4261" data-end="4306">So, naturally, they confided in her, not him… <p4308" data-end="4440">Once her son wheeled the stroller away, Su Yan’s cheerful expression vanished in an instant. She turned to face her furious husband. <p4442" data-end="4498">“What are you yelling for? You’re gonna scare the baby!” <p4500" data-end="4532">“This… this is just outrageous!” <p4534" data-end="4640">Something clicked in An Quancheng’s mind and his anger flared. He looked at his wife and raised his voice. <p4642" data-end="4754">“Liu Changqing hasn’t even paid us a visit yet, and now he’s gotten Yaoyao… This guy has no respect whatsoever!” <p4756" data-end="4836">“This is a good thing! Didn’t you always say you wanted Yaoyao to have a child?” <p4838" data-end="4942">“How is that the same?! She’s pregnant before marriage! Back in our day, her legs would’ve been broken!” <p4944" data-end="5083">“Times have changed! This isn’t our generation anymore. Can’t you be a little more open-minded? Or has all that sketching made you stupid?” <p5085" data-end="5092">“You—!” <p5094" data-end="5208">“Well, I think it’s great. Yaoyao’s not young anymore. If she keeps waiting, it’ll get riskier. Sooner is better.” <p5210" data-end="5378">As she spoke, Su Yan suddenly thought of the life her daughter had lived. She still remembered that phone call from An Yuanyao, three years after marrying Li Chongming. <p5380" data-end="5436">“I want to know what it feels like to be a mom too…” <p5438" data-end="5466">Tears welled up in her eyes. <p5468" data-end="5643">Women are emotional creatures, no matter their age. Su Yan thought back to everything her daughter had been through. She held back her tears and wiped the corners of her eyes. <p5645" data-end="5698">Then she turned and walked off, muttering to herself, <p5700" data-end="5761">“I need to make a call and find out exactly what’s going on…” <p5763" data-end="5855">Once she was gone, the big living room was left with only An Quancheng standing there alone. <p5857" data-end="5882">He stood still, unmoving. <p5884" data-end="5928">His mind involuntarily drifted back in time. <p5930" data-end="5963">To when An Yuanyao was just born… <p5965" data-end="6066">To when she started to toddle toward him on unsteady legs, arms outstretched, asking to be picked up. <p6068" data-end="6156">To when she was in elementary school, reading passages aloud to him, one word at a time. <p6158" data-end="6242">To her wedding with Li Chongming after graduating from college, smiling so brightly… <p6244" data-end="6335">And then… to the worn-out, increasingly exhausted look she had after marrying Li Chongming. <p6337" data-end="6490">An Quancheng truly loved his kids. He just didn’t know how to express it. Because of his perpetually stern face, both of his children were scared of him. <p6492" data-end="6631">But deep down… he wanted his daughter to confide in him, to share her little secrets—not to always hear things secondhand through his wife. <p6633" data-end="6684">Was he happy his daughter was pregnant at this age? <p6686" data-end="6820">There was joy, yes—but more than that, there was worry. His daughter wasn’t getting any younger. He didn’t want her to suffer anymore. <p6822" data-end="6860">He wasn’t angry that she was pregnant. <p6862" data-end="6892">He was angry at Liu Changqing. <p6894" data-end="6948">With that thought, An Quancheng’s face darkened again. <p6950" data-end="6966">“Liu Changqing…”