Chapter 14: I want to twist Zhou Tingyun's head off and kick it like a ball
At the banquet where people were toasting each other, Zhou Tingyun started a small emotional class just for Ming Zhao.
"Marriage is no joke, Zhaozhao," he said patiently. "Your first criterion for choosing a future partner should be whether you like them."
Ming Zhao blinked, puzzled. "But isn't your kind of marriage also devoid of affection?"
Zhou Tingyun: “…”
"The Ming family is different. Your parents won't allow you to marry someone else. You have the right to choose freely."
The right to choose freely...
"Oh," she nodded thoughtfully. "What if I like Gu He?"
The man's eyes darkened.
Look, Ming Zhao curled his lips.
"You're so annoying. Not only are you hypocritical, but you're also so mean."
"Why can you arrange a marriage but I can't?" she muttered in dissatisfaction, puffing up her throat. "What do you mean? Do you think I'm not worthy of your brother?"
What kind of words are these? Zhou Tingyun's face became even colder.
He touched the cigarette box and suppressed his surging emotions.
The debt collector is most obedient when his face is pinched.
Seeing this, Ming Zhao shrank his neck and silently fed the last bite of chestnut cake into his mouth.
The sugar accumulated at the bottom, making her frown when she suddenly heard a calm voice beside her.
"I have no plans to get married," he said.
The man's voice was clear, deep and gentle, as if he was talking about the weather today.
Ming Zhao was shocked and looked at him suddenly.
What do you mean by no plans to get married?
When someone came to toast Zhou Tingyun, he gestured slightly, clinked his glass lightly, and his every move was graceful.
Ming Zhao no longer cared about anyone else. He stood there stupidly, stuttering for a moment, "You, would Grandpa Zhou, Zhou, agree with you doing this?"
"He can't help it," he said.
Ming Zhao held the fork in a daze.
"So," Zhou Tingyun glanced at her, his voice gentle and deep, "don't think too much about those things."
But, but.
Ming Zhao's mind was completely tangled, his heart was in a mess, and suddenly he realized something very scary -
She was actually a little happy.
How could this happen? Am I such a selfish person? I'm happy because my brother isn't getting married.
He stared blankly at the glittering wine in the glass, and before he could recover from the shock, his chaotic thoughts were suddenly interrupted.
“Big Brother!”
Not far away, Zhou Qi'an walked over quickly, his brows relaxed, "You're here."
Zhou Qi'an is a otaku. Because he looks pretty good, the word "die" in "die otaku" is not pronounced.
I usually love to watch pure love girl animation and a certain novel. I know all kinds of CPs very well, and I have been secretly supporting Big Brother’s CP.
After greeting Zhou Tingyun, he looked at Ming Zhao, sighing that he finally saw Miss Ming's true face up close.
It is difficult to describe the girl's temperament. She is beautiful but not too gorgeous; she is noble but not the traditional low-key and gentle.
After frowning and thinking for a moment, his eyes fell on the shiny pearl necklace on her collarbone, and Zhou Qian suddenly realized.
As bright as the sun and the moon.
The bright moon and pearls, the gravel on the river.
Zhou Qian didn't realize that he had been looking at him for a little too long. His elder brother's face looked bad, but he was still greeting Ming Zhao in a familiar manner.
"Hello, I'm Zhou Qi'an."
Um?
Is he Zhou Qi'an?
Ming Zhao observed him curiously, "Hello, I am..."
"I know," Zhou Qi'an said cheerfully. "Sister Ming Zhao."
The boy has handsome eyebrows and regular facial features, and has a very youthful appearance.
Before she could look any further, she suddenly felt a layer of warmth in front of her eyes.
Just when he was wondering, Zhou Tingyun reminded him calmly.
"The false eyelashes fell off."
What!
When Ming Zhao heard this, he no longer had time to pay attention to Zhou Qi'an. He pulled his sleeve and said anxiously, "Then help me quickly."
The tone was unconsciously coquettish.
He responded, looked at his confused cousin next to him, and said coldly, "Anything else?"
?
"Ah, no."
The boy, who didn't see anything wrong with his false eyelashes, opened his mouth and said, "...It's okay."
"Oh, yes, that's right," he added quickly, remembering why he came here. "Grandpa asked me to stay with you for dinner at the old house."
After saying this, he waited cautiously for a reply.
"Got it," the man retracted his gaze, "I'll be there later."
"Okay, okay." Zhou Qi'an nodded somewhat bewilderedly when he realized that Zhou Tingyun didn't seem to want to pay attention to him. "Then I'll be leaving first."
Seeing that the man didn't respond, he turned around and left silently. He touched the back of his head as he walked. Why did he feel that his brother was in a bad mood today?
As the footsteps faded away, Mingzhao grabbed Zhou Tingyun's hand and looked up at him, asking him to help her tidy up quickly.
He looked down.
The scattered lights fell, passing over the girl's eyebrows and eyes.
Her eyelashes fluttered slightly, causing the tiny sequins at the end of her eyes to sparkle, as if wind had leaked in through the paper window in her heart, causing the candle flame to tremble.
"No," he said.
"I just saw it wrong."
*
At the banquet, Zhou Siyu wore a long dress with embroidered flowers, and her hand holding the wine glass gradually tightened.
Today should have been her home court, and she had spent so much time dressing up, but as soon as Ming Zhao appeared, all eyes were focused on her.
It was as bright as the sun, easily eclipsing the guests present.
And Mr. Gu, whom Grandpa originally wanted to introduce her to, was actually once a lover of the eldest lady.
He actually bowed his head like that in front of her.
Shang Man didn't notice the ugly expressions of the people around her at all. She was only thinking about finding Ming Zhao and teasing the delicate and easily irritated boy. However, Zhou Tingyun kept following her, so she had to give up.
Not daring to act rashly in front of Zhou Tingyun, Shang Man couldn't help but secretly complain, "He's really strict."
Zhou Siyu smiled gently upon hearing this, her tone tinged with disappointment. "They have such a good relationship."
"Oh," Shang Man waved her hand before she could continue to express her envy, "It's always been like this."
There was absolutely no intention of comforting anyone, and he even gave an example and added, "Don't you remember? Ming Zhao's 18th birthday was even more exaggerated. Her brother prepared for it for over five months. It was so extravagant that day that it felt like our Beicheng had celebrated the New Year in advance."
Zhou Siyu: “…”
"But he's pretty good to you," Shang Man said bluntly after taking a bite of dessert, "although he's definitely not as good as Ming Zhao."
Zhou Siyu began to doubt whether Shang Man had ever taken an emotional intelligence class. She couldn't stay any longer and said, "I'm going to the bathroom."
Shang Man didn't even raise her head: "OK OK."
Turning on the faucet, the cold water flowed slowly, which made Zhou Siyu calm down a lot.
She came out of the bathroom on the second floor and unexpectedly ran into Ming Zhao who was preparing to change clothes to eat.
Zhou Siyu found that she didn't seem to recognize him. When they passed by, her eyes just passed lightly across her face, leaving no trace.
"Miss Ming."
Zhou Siyu suddenly spoke.
The eldest lady paused and stopped, looking at her, her clear and bright eyes showing a hint of confusion.
Until she said her own name.
"Hello, I'm Zhou Siyu."
She added: "Mr. Zhou's...sister."
When Ming Zhao heard the name Zhou Siyu, the corners of his lips twitched.
In fact, she has been avoiding information related to Zhou Siyu intentionally or unintentionally.
This is totally not her personality.
But Zhou Siyu's existence is like a movie with a known ending, and she must always be prepared for Zhou Tingyun to change his heart. After all, as they say, blood is thicker than water.
"Hello."
She unconsciously looked at the girl in front of her.
She has beautiful features that make people want to protect her. She speaks very softly, as if speaking louder to her would be a sin.
But now he is apologizing to her.
"I'm sorry, Miss Ming, I didn't mean to snatch the bag you liked that day."
"Brother Tingyun just gave me a card to buy something I liked. Manager Chen misunderstood."
“…”
Ming Zhao clenched his fingertips.
I just want to twist Zhou Tingyun's head off and kick it like a ball.
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