Chapter 164 Of course, it's to eat you up!
After completing the paperwork for the house in Beijing, Zhou Pingchuan took the mother and son directly to Nangang.
Zhou Pingchuan chose a vacation villa with a small dock where he could moor his small yacht. The house price and yacht management fees had already been paid in advance. After Xia Mian's ID card was filed and she signed the documents, they could take possession of the villa directly.
Ren Xiping followed behind, trembling with fear. She could tell that Zhou Pingchuan had bought the house, and she knew that her son-in-law was rich, but the fact that he could buy things worth tens of millions of yuan without batting an eye still made her feel uneasy.
“Mianmian,” she pulled Xia Mian aside, “I didn’t mean anything by it, I just wanted to ask… is my son-in-law running a legitimate business?”
Xia Mian thought these two houses were really worth tens of millions. At first, she didn't understand, but after a few seconds she realized: "His ancestors have been doing legitimate business for generations. Don't worry, there's no problem."
Upon hearing "generation after generation," Ren Xiping roughly understood that her son-in-law had inherited the family business thanks to his parents' protection. She sighed, "Alas, it's because I'm not capable enough. If I had left you as much wealth as Pingchuan's parents, wouldn't you not have to suffer in love, and wouldn't you not have to work day and night?"
Ren Xiping had always known that her son liked Zhou Ting. It was with her encouragement that the original owner mustered up the courage to confess to Zhou Ting.
Later, Zhou Ting and Xia Mingzhao fell in love and explicitly rejected the original owner of the body. The original owner was heartbroken and secretly cried several times at home, with Ren Xiping always by his side to comfort him.
Ren Xiping was well aware of her son's infatuation with Zhou Ting.
In Ren Xiping's heart, Zhou Ting was a very good person, after all, he was the one who helped her and her orphan mother out of their predicament. Of course, apart from being a little cold and unapproachable, her son-in-law was also very good.
However, she still held the preconceived notion that Xia Mian liked Zhou Ting the most.
After all, she witnessed the entire process of her son's heartbreak.
Xia Mian could understand her thoughts; as parents, they always felt they owed their children too much. He couldn't explain the fact that a different soul had taken over the paper doll shell, so he comforted her, "Don't worry about it, Mom. It's all in the past. I'm very happy now. Everything is the best arrangement."
When he spoke to Ren Xiping, his voice was light and cheerful, like a vibrant spring breeze that wiped away the tears that were about to well up in the woman's eyes.
As Zhou Pingchuan finished the phone call and was walking back, his eyes darkened slightly.
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After all the house paperwork was completed, it was already 8:30 p.m. The two places were far apart, and with air traffic control in Beijing, Zhou Pingchuan's Gulfstream couldn't apply for a flight route, so the three of them decided to stay overnight in the newly purchased villa.
The house was purchased in a hurry, and the maid that Uncle Li had chosen had just bought her plane ticket. There was no chef at home, so Ren Xiping cooked two dishes for them on the spot.
Having not been on vacation for a long time, and receiving good news from Zhao Wei this morning, Xia Mian was in a great mood. She ate two bowls of white rice with her mother's lovingly prepared dishes, and even tried three different kinds of wine to accompany the meal.
After finishing his meal, still in high spirits, he went to the wine cabinet, opened a bottle of red wine, and with a wine glass in his left hand and a decanter in his right, ran to the poolside by himself.
He had come in a hurry and hadn't brought his swimming trunks. Fortunately, the property management would change the pool water daily, so he didn't worry about it. He quickly stripped off his clothes, leaving only his underwear, and jumped into the pool with a splash.
I was sweating profusely from eating, and Xia Mian dove into the pool, wanting to swim a couple of laps, but someone called me back.
“Mianmian,” the man’s voice was a little cold, “You can’t swim after drinking. Come up quickly.”
“...Who is it...Ah...Third Master,” Xia Mian emerged from the water, her skull beautiful in every bone. “It’s just three cups of wine, it’s nothing.”
After saying that, the boy shook his head to match his words. Water droplets splashed everywhere from his hair, like a naughty puppy that refused to take a bath, splashing Zhou Pingchuan's shoes with water.
“Summer sleep.” Zhou Pingchuan’s voice was even deeper.
Emboldened by the alcohol, Xia Mian became incredibly audacious. He wasn't afraid at all when Zhou Pingchuan called him by his full name. He even grabbed the edge of the pool with both hands and tried to bargain with Zhou Pingchuan: "Can't I just not swim? I'll just soak for a while, not swim."
After saying that, he shook it again.
Zhou Pingchuan looked at the pair of soaking wet handmade leather shoes, his face even more somber than his voice.
Ren Xiping was tidying up the house, and no one was paying attention to Xia Mian. Zhou Pingchuan pulled over a beach chair and sat on the shore.
Xia Mian poured himself another half glass of wine, and Zhou Pingchuan let him tilt his head back and gulp it all down before slowly reminding him, "Xia Mian, you're drunk."
Upon hearing this, the boy's face scrunched up: "I'm not drunk. Are you looking down on me? This little bit of alcohol is nothing."
Drunkards always claim they're not drunk, but this guy probably really is. Zhou Pingchuan, half his face hidden in shadow, asked, "If you weren't drunk, why did you call out someone's name just now?"
"Others?" Xia Mian pondered for a moment. "Who?"
"Zhou Ting".
"...Huh?" The boy looked puzzled. "Why should I call him?"
"I don't know."
Xia Mian was feeling dizzy and wondered if Zhou Pingchuan had overheard her reciting other plot points from "Love in the Palm" earlier.
He tapped his head, but didn't find anything, so he simply continued drinking, not caring about anything else.
Seeing that the boy did not explicitly deny it again, Zhou Pingchuan's face darkened further, and his already limited patience was completely exhausted at this moment.
He snatched Xia Mian's wine glass, leaving the boy's hand empty. He asked Xia Mian for his glass, saying, "Why did you take my wine? Don't you have any? Give it back to me."
Zhou Pingchuan leaned forward slightly and looked down at him: "Want a drink?"
Xia Mian: "I want to."
Zhou Pingchuan said, "Open your mouth."
Xia Mian soaked in the pool, while Zhou Pingchuan sat on the edge, a position of superiority. Even drunk, Xia Mian could feel the heavy pressure. Without responding, she simply said, "Give it back to me!"
His eyes were fierce, and his voice was fierce too. Zhou Pingchuan suddenly became very curious about the tone he used when speaking to Zhou Ting. Was it as light and cheerful as when he spoke to his adoptive mother?
Zhou Pingchuan's eyes darkened further, and he reached out to pinch his cheeks: "I'll make you open your mouth."
His grip wasn't too strong, but it wasn't light either. Xia Mian started to struggle: "Ugh... Don't be crazy... Let go!"
Zhou Pingchuan wouldn't let go; the more Xia Mian struggled, the tighter his grip became. He managed to pry open Xia Mian's lips, which reeked of alcohol, a tiny crack. Zhou Pingchuan picked up a wine glass and, through the crack, gently fed him.
Xia Mian struggled to drink, unable to swallow, and coughed twice from choking.
A person who has drunk alcohol is full of energy.
Zhou Pingchuan's grip wasn't very tight, and Xia Mian quickly broke free. The cup slipped from his hand and shattered on the indigo-blue glazed tiles with a crisp, cracking sound, splashing wine all over Zhou Pingchuan's trousers, shirt, and bangs.
"Zhou Pingchuan, what are you doing!" Xia Mian stumbled from the recoil, taking two steps in the water before finally regaining her balance. "You were so good to me during the day, running around to two places to help me and my mother buy a house, just to bully me?"
Zhou Pingchuan was also awakened by the sound of shattering. Looking at the mess all over his body, he realized what he had done.
He was bothered by his past of summer hibernation.
Even Xia Mian herself was nonchalant, but he was still bothered by it, remembering it from the afternoon until now.
He...lost control.
Zhou Pingchuan lowered his eyes: "Of course not."
"So what do you want to do?" Xia Mian rubbed her cheek. Because she had drunk a lot, her voice was soft and she sounded like she was being coquettish. "Luckily, my face is original, otherwise you would have sent it back to the factory for repairs!"
for what?
Zhou Pingchuan reached out and ran his knuckles along the boy's reddened skin from bottom to top—of course, it's to devour you.
He originally planned to gradually erode it.
But now he's changed his mind. Summer's Sleep is like a delicious cake, and he wants to devour it as soon as possible.
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