"..." Zhou Cheng remained expressionless and pushed the drunken woman, who was starting to talk nonsense, to the far end of the bed.
Qiao Nansheng was wrapped up and unable to move, feeling extremely uncomfortable: "I'm so hot! You unruly commoner, let me go right now! Or you'll regret it!"
"Where are my Imperial Guards? Where have they gone? Guards! An assassin is attempting to kill me! Why aren't the Imperial Guards coming to my aid? Xiao Chengzi!"
When Zhou Cheng heard the "unique" nickname she used, his face darkened instantly, and he felt an urge to throw Qiao Nansheng off the building.
Xiaochengzi?
So, in her eyes, I was just a eunuch?
This is truly intolerable.
With a dark expression, Zhou Cheng suddenly lunged towards the innermost part of the bed where the boy was still struggling and calling "Xiao Chengzi".
He grabbed Qiao Nansheng's chin, looked down at her, his expression cold and his eyes glaring at her fiercely: "Xiao Chengzi? Qiao Nansheng, you dare to call me that again?"
Qiao Nansheng was completely confused and had no idea what she had said that angered Zhou Cheng. When he asked her to say it again, she actually did say it again.
"Little City, Little City, Little City." She called out three times in a row, a silly smile appearing on her fair and rosy face: "Do you want to hear it again? I can call it a few more times."
Shout, shout, what the hell are you yelling for!
He was furious.
Zhou Cheng took a deep breath, trying hard to control the urge to strangle her. He rolled off her and silently told himself that he was a good man, and a good man doesn't fight with a woman. He told himself to be patient, to be patient, and to remain gentle.
After telling himself this several times, Zhou Cheng's anger, which had been stirred up by Qiao Nansheng's "Little Chengzi," seemed to have subsided considerably.
He rolled out of bed, glanced back at the person still grinning foolishly, took another breath, and turned to go back to the bedroom to pack his things.
Qiao Nansheng struggled for a long time but couldn't break free from what was "trapping" her. The effects of the alcohol became stronger, and her head became so dizzy that she couldn't keep up. Finally, her head tilted to the side, and she fell asleep directly on the pillow.
Poor Zhou Cheng was cleaning up the mess she'd made in the next room.
Although there weren't many things scattered here and there, it took him a full half hour to organize them.
Then he remade the sheets, took the ones that had been thrown on the floor and stepped on and put them in the washing machine. When Zhou Cheng returned to the guest room, he saw the culprit who had made such a mess of the master bedroom next door sleeping soundly.
He wondered if she was dreaming about food, because when he went in, he could still hear her smacking her lips and making slurping sounds.
Zhou Cheng's expression at that moment was indescribable.
"..."
Looking at Qiao Nansheng, who was wrapped up in the shape of a caterpillar and sleeping so soundly, he couldn't help but doubt himself, wondering what kind of person he had married.
When he's drunk, he can't tell which way is which. Not only does he not recognize himself, but he also likes to mess around and throw things around. He's like a schizophrenic who thinks he's the emperor.
How come I never noticed how funny she was before?
Zhou Cheng stood in front of the bed, stared at Qiao Nansheng for a while, sighed softly, climbed onto the bed to carry her back, but as soon as he reached out, she seemed to see him move and opened her mouth to bite him.
Zhou Cheng's face instantly darkened.
"Qiao Nansheng!!!" He gritted his teeth and called out her name, pinching her face with his other hand and forcefully waking her up: "If you don't let go, you'll bite a piece off your husband's hand."
Qiao Nansheng was awakened by the pain. She stared at him blankly for a long time before recognizing him: "Zhou Cheng? What are you doing here?" As she spoke, she released his hand.
Zhou Cheng looked down at his wrist and, sure enough, there were two rows of deep teeth marks on it, quite obvious.
"What's wrong? Did someone make you angry?" After sleeping for half an hour, Qiao Nansheng's alcohol level had slightly subsided. She not only recognized him but also could tell that he was angry.
Completely unaware that she was the culprit who had angered him, she approached him with a face full of curiosity.
Zhou Cheng remained silent, his thin lips pressed tightly together. He reached out and picked her up, then turned and went back to the master bedroom.
Perhaps harboring some thoughts of revenge, he walked to the bedside and simply let go of her, throwing her onto the bed in a manner that was neither gentle nor rough.
Qiao Nansheng fell onto the bed and hit her head on the headboard, leaving her completely stunned.
"It's not like I made you angry, why are you throwing me?" she said, sounding aggrieved. She huffed at him angrily, rolled around on the bed, and finally rolled the blanket off.
Then Qiao Nansheng lifted the covers, lay back down, pulled the blanket over her head, and said in a muffled voice, "I'm angry, Zhou Cheng. It's the kind of anger that can't be appeased without millions."
"..." She's angry? What's she angry about? He's the one who should be angry, okay?
Zhou Cheng rubbed his temples and decided not to argue with her.
She's not fully sober yet, just a little bit awake. She'll remember what happened tonight once she's fully sober by tomorrow morning.
He turned around, took his pajamas from the closet, and went to the bathroom to wash up. When he came out, it was just past ten o'clock, still early.
When Zhou Cheng was filming, he often didn't finish until one or two in the morning and went back to the hotel to sleep. Sometimes he couldn't get out of character for a long time, and he would rest with his eyes open during the few hours he slept.
Ten o'clock was far too early for him.
After glancing at Qiao Nansheng, who was sleeping soundly on the bed, Zhou Cheng quietly went to the study to handle official business and take a look at the script.
In a few days, filming for "The Blooming of Pear Blossoms" will begin. He only glanced at the script that night when Xiang Fei sent it to him to choose a script. After that, he was busy shooting endorsement advertisements and magazines, attending events, and handling official business for Xingji Entertainment. He simply didn't have time to look at it.
Sheng Zhuo has been handling matters at Xingji Entertainment recently, and with the vice president and other directors also involved, he hasn't been particularly busy.
Around 10:40, Zhou Cheng turned off his computer and prepared to read the script.
To my surprise, the first scene was marked with red, blue, and black ink.
The handwriting is familiar; it's Qiao Nansheng's.
She had meticulously written down the emotions and actions that Qingniang should have in each scene in her notebook, her handwriting neat and without any sloppiness, and she even marked some places with red.
It's clear that a lot of effort was put into it.
They're quite serious.
His internal assessment.
He flipped through a few more pages, and found the same thing, so Zhou Cheng put down the script and picked up the one below.
That one, clean and unmarked, is his.
As for why Qiao Nansheng's script was with him... did she sneak into the study while he was away?
Zhou Cheng narrowed his eyes slightly. His first thought wasn't that she was trying to peek at some documents, but rather he opened the drawer and took out a square box.
A metal box, the kind that's locked.
Then he reached into his bag and pulled out a small, delicate key. He opened the metal box, inside were two red booklets—his and Qiao Nansheng's marriage certificate.
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