Chapter 126 "Stop doing that, it looks good enough."

Old Wang parked the car steadily in front of the hotel: "Mr. Zhou, we've arrived."

"Wait a moment," Zhou Pingchuan said.

Aren't you going in?

Zhou Pingchuan naturally refused to go in; this was not a occasion worth his presence. He shook his head.

"Ah, I see," Old Wang suddenly realized, "You came here specifically to pick up Mr. Xia!"

Zhou Pingchuan remained noncommittal.

Old Wang became even more certain of his guess.

Because there was a driver shortage in the Bay Area, Zhou Pingchuan took him along this time. After finishing their business, Zhou Pingchuan declined his boss's invitation to dinner and immediately took a private plane back to Beijing.

After getting off the plane, I went straight to the hotel.

Zhou Pingchuan is a highly methodical person, always giving the impression of being unhurried and strategic. But this time, upon disembarking, he specifically instructed Lao Wang to drive faster.

I can't think of any other reason besides being anxious to pick up Mr. Xia.

The young couple seems to have a good relationship, hehe.

Old Wang parked his car in the hotel parking space as instructed, a place that wouldn't easily attract attention.

Just then, there was a knock on the car door. Looking through the right rearview mirror, Old Wang could see a young man he didn't recognize. He felt the man looked very familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere before.

"Mr. Jay," he asked in a low voice, "shall we open it?"

Zhou Pingchuan had encountered this kind of thing more than once or twice. In order to get into his bed, handsome men and beautiful women would do anything. Some would pretend to go into the wrong room in a hotel, some would drop their lipsticks at his feet, some would collude with restaurants to try to drug him, and some would even "accidentally" fall into the water in front of him. He just sat there and ignored them.

but......

Zhou Pingchuan had his bodyguard take photos for the film crew, and when compared with the people outside the car, there were indeed faces that matched his.

This person should know Xia Mian. Could it be that Xia Mian is drunk inside?

"Open," Zhou Pingchuan ordered.

Old Wang opened the electric door as instructed.

Outside, Tan Jingcheng was already prepared. He hugged himself, looking embarrassed, and asked, "Sir, excuse me, I've lost my coat and bag. Could you please take me back to my hotel? It's so cold today."

As he spoke, he looked up towards the reading light, revealing a handsome, delicate face.

By the light of the lamp, he secretly observed Zhou Pingchuan and found that the other man's gaze was fixed on his white shirt, and he wondered what the other man was thinking.

Today, the stylist gave him a slightly sexier look. To please Liu Er, he even changed into a white silk shirt that showed off his waist and was subtly revealing.

It turns out that even the rumored ruthless head of the Zhou family couldn't resist the allure of uniforms.

Tan Jingcheng slightly raised the corners of his lips, his determination to win growing stronger.

"Sir," he whispered, noticing Zhou Pingchuan's continued silence, "is that alright?"

Zhou Pingchuan then looked away from his shirt: "Sorry, I'm busy."

“You’re waiting for someone, aren’t you?” Tan Jingcheng guessed that the other party was going to pick up Xia Mian, and his jealousy intensified. “The party inside won’t end anytime soon. My hotel is not far ahead, about a kilometer away.”

He paused for a moment, then hinted, "If you feel tired waiting in the car, you can go up and rest for a while."

Even if you don't sit down, add me on WeChat under the pretext of "thanking you" to establish contact. Slowly flirt with me later, and one day I'll be hooked.

But then the other person said, "Don't you have legs?"

"...?" Tan Jingcheng looked bewildered. "Sir, what do you mean?"

If at first he thought Xia Mian was drunk and an acquaintance came to ask for help, then through just a few words, Zhou Pingchuan had already seen through Tan Jingcheng's purpose, and his expression instantly turned cold: "One kilometer, you could have walked that far by yourself."

He gestured for Lao Wang to close the door: "Also, you're not suited to wearing white shirts. Your waist is too thick and you look too worldly. I suggest you change your outfit."

After saying that, the electric scooter door closed. In the still of the snowy night, that soft sound was like a sharp knife, piercing directly into Tan Jingcheng's fragile self-esteem.

Tan Jingcheng felt a tightness in his chest, as if he were about to suffocate.

He gritted his teeth and walked back to the hotel entrance step by step.

His friend was waiting for him, and from his friend's perspective, he could see the whole process of Tan Jingcheng knocking on the black car door.

"Brother Tan," he asked curiously, "who did you go to see?"

Tan Jingcheng: "Nobody."

"You wanted him to take you back to your hotel, but he refused?" my friend said indignantly. "What kind of barbarian is this? He doesn't know what's good for him."

"Why are you talking so much?" Tan Jingcheng's face was dark red, and he could no longer control his anger. He roared, "Shut up, or don't even think about joining my crew next time!"

Why did Brother Tan scold him?

His friend was so wronged. From the moment he entered the banquet hall tonight, he had been constantly flattering Tan Jingcheng and had suffered a lot of grievances in order to protect Tan Jingcheng.

If he could curry favor with other actors, he wouldn't want to associate with Tan Jingcheng. At his age, acting in period dramas will limit him to second-tier status for life.

However, the summer slumber I met tonight was really great. He was handsome and had a good physique, was young and rich, and had a particularly attractive air of arrogance that belonged to a noble young master. He was sure to achieve great things in the future.

Find an opportunity to get rid of Tan Jingcheng and curry favor with Xia Mian. That would definitely be more promising than following Tan Jingcheng.

***

Xia Mian sneezed for no apparent reason and, fearing she would catch a cold, quickly pulled her coat tighter around herself.

He had to catch an early flight the next day, so he couldn't stay up all night with Xu Ning. He explained this to her, and she understood. She braved the snow to personally see him off from the hotel.

"Is someone coming to pick you up?" Xu Ning asked. "If not, I'll send a driver."

"Yes, don't worry."

"Who is it, your Jay Chou?"

"He's not coming," Xia Mian thought with a cold snort, thinking of that message that had gone unanswered. "He could have used that time to have a meeting instead of coming to pick me up. It won't make the financial report look any better."

Xu Ning had long heard of the Zhou family patriarch's reputation for being cold and aloof. In fact, most entrepreneurs are the same; they are completely focused on their work and have no time for romance.

He dropped Xia Mian off at the parking lot, then spotted a car with sharp eyes: "Hey Xia, look over there, isn't that Jay Chou's car?"

Zhou Pingchuan's license plate number is quite conspicuous, and many people in the industry can recognize it.

Xia Mian was also taken aback: "Really? Maybe they sent Assistant Yu to pick me up because the weather was bad today."

Chestnut was waiting in the van. He walked towards the Phantom while thinking about how to explain to Chestnut.

When he opened the car door and saw the man in the back seat, he was stunned again, and then suddenly, like a bright sunflower blooming in the snow and ice.

"W-How did you get here?"

Zhou Pingchuan had already spotted Xia Mian. Because the hotel and parking lot were close together, the man hadn't zipped up his jacket, revealing his dove-gray suit and white shirt underneath.

To complement Xu Ning, his clothes were all very ordinary and understated, and his shirt was the simplest kind. His waist was slender and delicate, wrapped in white fabric, making him impossible to look away from.

He hadn't dressed up much tonight, and his hair was a bit flat from the snow. Perhaps worried about his appearance, the boy quickly brushed his hair back, revealing a fair and clean face.

"Stop doing that, it looks good enough," Zhou Pingchuan chuckled. "I'm here to take you home."