Chapter 100 Can a bathtub drown someone?

Just like that, Xia Mian was dragged to Longxi No. 1 by Zhou Pingchuan.

He was initially a little skeptical, but seeing Zhou Pingchuan's matter-of-fact expression, he finally believed it.

Uncle Yi, the housekeeper of the Zhou mansion, acted quickly, having the servants clean the room long before they returned. The bright red entrance carpet, bright red slippers, bright red tablecloth, bright red bedding... everywhere indicated that he and Zhou Pingchuan had become a newlywed couple.

Upon entering the bathroom, he saw bright red bath towels and matching bright red bathrobes, one slightly larger and one slightly smaller.

—They are still an inseparable newlywed couple.

My head is buzzing with summer sleep.

Uncle Yi, the housekeeper of the Zhou mansion, felt uneasy, so he sent over a carefully selected maid and decided to stay for a few days to sort things out before going back.

Seeing Xia Mian's terrified expression, he assumed she found the place messy and quickly asked, "Mr. Xia, where do you think we should put those things outside?"

On the way to Longxi No. 1, Xia Mian wanted to go back to get her toiletries, so Zhou Pingchuan stopped at Xia Garden.

Perhaps to show his superiority, Xia Dongbo sent people to move the betrothal gifts back to the escort vehicle intact, and told Xia Mian to take them away with a smile.

He told Xia Mian to bring it, so she did. Anyway, with Zhou Pingchuan's connection, the Xia family would be able to reap many benefits in the future.

Moreover, apart from giving him some pocket money and providing him with a few meals, the Xia family had not raised him. Xia Mian had no regrets and left with his toiletries, betrothal gifts, and apology. Those things are now piled up in the yard, like a mountain of gold and silver.

So moving to Longxi is a good thing, at least I won't have to have much contact with that couple. Xia Mian's mood calmed down a bit: "Uncle Yi, you don't need to call me 'sir,' just call me Xia. Let's put it in the building next door."

"Okay!"

Uncle Yi responded and arranged for people to move the things.

Xia Mian left the master bedroom and saw the empty second bedroom. Her hard-won calm was replaced by fear again.

He yelled, "Ah! There's nothing in this room!"

Uncle Yi asked in confusion, "Is someone coming to stay over tonight?"

On such a joyous occasion, who could be so insensitive?

"No, it's just... it's just..." Xia Mian was a little embarrassed. She couldn't very well say that she was afraid to share a bed with Zhou Pingchuan, could she?

That would make him seem too weak.

"No one's here, you can go ahead with your work." Xia Mian forced herself to send Uncle Yi away, then lay down on the second bedroom bed, which only had a mattress, and let her mind wander.

Kepler had some things to take care of, so Zhou Pingchuan went to the company. He woke up too early that morning, and before he knew it, he had fallen asleep and slept until evening.

When he woke up, Zhou Pingchuan had already returned from the company and was standing at his door.

"...What are you doing?" Xia Mian sat up abruptly. Could this person be so impatient to get the marriage certificate that he's going to do something with her?

He had experienced Zhou Pingchuan's domineering nature more than once. Despite his disability, the despair he felt when Zhou Pingchuan restrained him was still fresh in his memory.

Xia Mian's regret reached its peak at this moment. She should have known better than to agree to Aunt Xue's request. Why did she have to follow the crowd? Let others do what they want; she could have just waited until after the wedding to move in!

In this flurry of thoughts, he imagined how he would resist if Zhou Pingchuan actually forced himself on him. But the other man merely glanced at him, said, "Go downstairs for dinner," and turned to leave.

That's it?

That's it?

They signed a marriage certificate, yet she speaks to him in a cold and indifferent manner. Is that reasonable?

Xia Mian went to the bathroom to wash her hands, but deliberately didn't dry them. She ran a few steps and followed Zhou Pingchuan up the elevator.

"Oh dear, I forgot to dry my hands. This elevator should be waterproof, right?" Xia Mian said in a fake manner, while vigorously shaking her hands, like a puppy that had just taken a bath and was waiting to be dried.

The indoor elevator space is not as large as the public elevator, so Zhou Pingchuan was inevitably affected and his face was splashed with water.

“Xia Mian,” Zhou Pingchuan frowned, wiping the water from his face, “what are you dissatisfied with about me? We can talk about it.”

Xia Mian discovered that when this scoundrel made a mistake and she wanted to coax him, she called him "Mianmian," but the rest of the time he was cold and aloof, calling her "Xia Mian."

But Zhou Pingchuan didn't seem to have offended him. He couldn't very well say, "I'm angry because you didn't force yourself on me as I imagined in my dream," could he?

Summer hibernation suffered a silent loss, and was quite resentful.

As soon as I stepped out of the elevator, the aroma of soy sauce wafted out of the restaurant, swirling and filling my nostrils.

The two hosts took their seats, and dinner began—a table full of authentic Cantonese cuisine. Xia Mian, who hadn't eaten much at noon, immediately felt her appetite whetted at the sight of the long row of steamers stretching from one end of the table to the other.

He picked up a small piece of spare rib, and the moment it entered his mouth, he was moved to tears by the familiar taste.

"Wow, that's amazing! Uncle Yi, this tastes so familiar. Did you hire a top chef from a Hong Kong restaurant to cook here?"

"No, he's the chef personally selected by Jay Chou. Look, this one."

Uncle Yi had originally intended to introduce the head chef to Xia Mian for easier ordering in the future. Upon hearing this, the head chef stepped forward and bowed deeply to Xia Mian: "Young Master Xia, it's a pleasure to continue serving you!"

My God, that familiar address, that familiar standard 90-degree bow, Xia Mian stood there awkwardly.

But amidst the embarrassment, he remembered that he had once praised this Cantonese chef's authentic skills to Zhou Pingchuan.

Therefore... Zhou Pingchuan always remembered his preferences.

Summer's regret level dropped a little bit, from 100% to 70%.

***

Having woken up early and exhausted during the day, Xia Mian planned to take a nice bath after breakfast and then go straight to sleep.

The workaholic went to his study to continue working, and Xia Mian didn't pay any attention to him. She asked the maid to run a bath for her and went to the gym for a short walk.

Judging that it was about time, he returned to the master bedroom and ran into Uncle Yi coming out.

Having served as the housekeeper at the Zhou mansion for so many years, Uncle Yi's status might even be higher than some of the Zhou family's collateral branches. Xia Mian wondered, "Is there a shortage of people? Why are you doing it yourself?"

"Hehe, hehe," Uncle Yi grinned, "I just finished eating, this is a good time to digest, you should go ahead."

Xia Mian felt that his smile was a little strange, but by the same token, he could have worked for the Zhou family for so many years, so his character must be fine. There was no need to worry about him being dishonest or his personal safety. Xia Mian didn't think too much about it, thanked him, and went into the bathroom.

It must be said that Uncle Yi really understood his needs. A bubble bath was already prepared in the bathtub, which was almost as big as a swimming pool, and the aromatherapy in the niche was burning, with a refreshing orange scent. Next to the bathtub, there was fruit, iced drinks, and red wine, as well as a small bottle.

Because it wasn't placed with her toiletries, Xia Mian was quite curious and examined the small bottle. It was a foreign product with the words "Hyaluronic Acid Lubricant" written on it.

He recognized the first two; together they meant hyaluronic acid. But he didn't recognize the last one, so he pulled down his pants while opening his phone's dictionary app to search for it.

I was almost scared to death by the translations that came up in the search results.

Lubricating oil!

Hyaluronic acid lubricant!

Why would Uncle Yi need lubricant for no reason?! Xia Mian was so startled that she stumbled and almost fell into the bathtub.

He wanted to get rid of this eyesore, so he picked up the small bottle and, lo and behold, there were two square boxes hidden underneath!

Although it's English, he recognized it; he often saw it at the supermarket checkout. It was the famous Okamoto 001 Ultra Thin, with 5 pieces per box.

"Alright, alright, we'll deal with it all at once." Xia Mian glanced around and found the trash can near the dressing table. She grabbed a bottle in her left hand and a cover in her right. But as if things weren't going to get worse, the door opened again at that moment.

The figure was so tall that Xia Mian knew who it was without even asking, and quickly shouted, "Someone's here, don't come in."

But Zhou Pingchuan had already entered halfway, and upon hearing this, he stood still.

Xia Mian, with her bare bottom and only wearing a T-shirt, stared at the other person, her body turning red: "Didn't I tell you not to come in? You pervert!"

"You're too late," Zhou Pingchuan stated the facts.

"...Then get out of here! What are you looking at?!" Even though his private parts were hidden inside his clothes, with only his bare legs exposed, he still felt insecure. He crossed his arms over his hips, muttering, "Pervert! Pervert! Pervert!"

The more he spoke, the less Zhou Pingchuan moved. Instead, he turned his head slightly and slowly scanned Zhou Pingchuan from top to bottom.

“Mr. Xia, you may be mistaken. I also have the right to use the master bedroom now, and…” His gaze finally lingered on the other person’s hands, “Whether I’m the pervert or you is debatable.”

Xia Mian subconsciously followed his gaze downwards.

Oil, sleeve, or two boxes of 10 each.

Can a bathtub drown someone?

Let him die.