Madam, Please Behave

“Brotheeer~”

Using a deliberately cringe-worthy tone, Liu Xiazhi scooted up to her big brother.

She reached out with her little hand and tugged gently at his shirt.

Her big eyes sparkled like they could shoot beams of light—

Under her gaze, Liu Zhiyue felt immense pressure.

As a teenager five years older than his sister, Liu Zhiyue knew better than to throw a childish tantrum.

But deep down, he was really ticked off that she had dragged their dad into his room and ratted him out—getting all his red envelope money confiscated.

Sure, he was mature.

Didn’t mean he wasn’t mad.

Liu Xiazhi had hoped her cutesy act would get her forgiven.

But when she saw her brother ignoring her, she started to panic.

She quickly climbed up next to him on the couch and threw her arms around his neck, upping the sweetness factor.

“I know I was wrong! Don’t go back and buy me extra workbooks, please~”

“……”

“Brotheeer~”

“If you don’t let go right now, I swear one workbook won’t even begin to cover it.”

“Okay!”

The moment that threatening tone came from Liu Zhiyue’s mouth, Liu Xiazhi instantly let go, sitting up straight with perfect posture.

Even though the TV was playing a replay of the Spring Festival Gala they’d missed last night, Liu Xiazhi had zero interest in it.

All she could think about…

was the workbooks.

After proudly leading Dad into her brother’s room, she should’ve known it would come back to bite her.

Liu Zhiyue had handed over all his hidden red envelope money without a fight.

Just as she was gloating and preparing to head out with Dad, she heard her brother say:

“Dad, can you leave me two hundred? I want to buy some study materials for Xiazhi when we get home.”

When those words came out, Liu Xiazhi—who was just celebrating inside—froze on the spot.

Before she could even protest, her dad had already said:

“No problem.”

And that…

was why Liu Xiazhi had suddenly launched into a full-on cuddle attack.

All to avoid the impending doom called workbooks.

She’d do whatever it took!

Of course, An Yuanyao had witnessed all of this from the side.

Watching the brother and sister’s playful, loving interactions, she couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

Hearing his sister laugh, An Qianxun—who was leaning over the back of the couch and enjoying the drama—chuckled too.

He poked her on the shoulder.

“These two always this entertaining at home?”

“More or less.”

An Yuanyao smiled as she answered.

Her kids got along great. Sure, they bickered sometimes—but nothing serious ever happened.

Watching Xiazhi still fussing with her brother in the distance, An Yuanyao kept smiling… until a sudden thought struck her.

She paused, turned around, and seeing only her younger brother behind her, asked,

“Where’s your brother-in-law?”

“He’s outside on a call. Saw him on the way in.”

An Qianxun answered, then followed up,

“By the way… have you picked a name for the baby yet?”

“Not yet.”

An Yuanyao knew her brother was talking about the baby she was still carrying.

Thinking about it, she lowered her head slightly and gently rubbed her belly.

“We don’t know if it’s a boy or a girl yet… once we’re closer to the due date, we’ll decide.”

“Sis, honestly, you really shouldn’t take the naming lightly.”

An Qianxun suddenly looked serious.

Clearly, he had a lot to say on this topic.

“I’ve never told you this before, but you know why I was such a mess back in high school?”

He sighed.

“It was because of the name Mom gave me…”

“Why didn’t you ever mention that?”

“Come on—how could I? It’s so embarrassing!”

His tone was exaggerated, as if reliving the trauma.

In his mind, memories of high school came flooding back.

He had been relentlessly teased by his rivals—

All because his name was way too... flamboyant.

Even now, as a grown man with a career and family, he still hadn’t let it go.

He vividly remembered being ambushed in an alley after school by a group of classmates.

One of them had sneered:

“Your name’s Qianxun? Might as well call me Secret Agent!”

Back then, teenage An Qianxun couldn’t take that insult lying down.

Without hesitation, he charged at them.

And then…

Spent a week recovering at home.

When he came back with bruises all over, his mom didn’t comfort him at all.

Instead, she said:

“What a disgrace… I taught you martial arts since you were a kid, and four people managed to beat you like that?”

Men are prideful by nature—no matter their age.

An Qianxun was no exception.

After that humiliating week, he endured the shame in silence.

And in those seven days, he came to a realization:

One person can’t beat a whole group.

So once he recovered, he returned to school and formed the legendary F3 trio—pulling in his cousin and another kid from the Shangguan family.

Why those two?

Easy.

They could fight.

With their new squad, An Qianxun went back and settled the score with the guys who jumped him.

Vengeance was his.

They ruled the school.

Until one day…

He saw a girl from the next class over—Ma Lisu.

From that moment, his life took a dramatic turn.

What followed was a bizarre chain of events that didn’t settle down until the two of them got married and had kids.

Looking back on everything that happened, An Qianxun finally understood…

It all started with that damn name.

According to their dad, the name came from some magazine Mom used to read.

Dad was against it at first—

But for some reason, he gave in.

Growing up, whenever he introduced himself, people would always say with a grin,

“Wow, what an interesting name!”

He knew—

Whether people meant well or not, hearing it enough times always stung.

Thinking about that,

An Qianxun looked at his sister gently rubbing her belly and gave his advice:

“In short, don’t be casual when picking the name. You and your husband should really get help from a pro.

Otherwise, you might end up giving your kid a name that haunts them their whole childhood.”