Chapter 226 Please Spend More Time with Me
"Mianmian, do you...believe me?"
Seeing that Xia Mian remained silent, Xia Mingzhao asked cautiously, her voice trembling with tears.
Xia Mingzhao looks like an innocent little rabbit, and with his tearful expression, who could associate him with a mistress who breaks up other people's relationships? Even Xia Mian felt a surge of protectiveness towards him.
But Xia Mingzhao did exactly that.
If Xia Mingzhao hadn't stirred things up, he and Zhou Pingchuan wouldn't have missed those two months. He could tolerate anything, and he deserved to be punished, after all, he was the one who unilaterally filed for divorce.
But what about Zhou Pingchuan?
What did Zhou Pingchuan do wrong, and why should he have to endure all that torment?
Xia Mian has always been like this; you can bully him, but you absolutely cannot bully the people around him, especially his family and...lover.
"Then go get it," Xia Mian suddenly said.
"...Huh?" Xia Mingzhao seemed not to understand. "What did you say?"
“Didn’t you say you were going home to get the auction items? Here you go, I’ll wait for you upstairs,” Xia Mian repeated.
Xia Mingzhao asked with a puzzled look, "Mianmian, you don't mind?"
"I don't mind. Who doesn't hate money? Selling it would be enough for me to take a three-year gap year. And as long as Zhou Pingchuan and I are not divorced, that money will remain our marital property. It's better to keep your own things safe, so I won't trouble you."
The phrase "As long as Zhou Pingchuan and I aren't divorced" subtly implied that Xia Mingzhao had interfered in someone else's marriage. Xia Mingzhao's expression instantly froze: "...That's right, it's yours. Then Mianmian, will you believe me?"
“I believe you,” Xia Mian stepped forward and patted Xia Mingzhao’s shoulder affectionately, “We’ve known each other for so long, I know you very well. Since you have no feelings for Zhou Pingchuan and only love Zhou Ting, then I sincerely wish you two a sweet and happy life together. Of course—”
Xia Mian paused for a moment: "In order not to cause you any trouble, I will also keep an eye on my husband and not give him a chance to harass you. If you also avoid him and don't take the initiative to contact him, his feelings for you will definitely gradually fade away. What do you think?"
Xia Mingzhao had expected Xia Mian to yell and scream, to be in a fit of impotent rage, and to storm into the Dong office to drag Zhou Pingchuan to the Civil Affairs Bureau for a divorce.
Unexpectedly, Xia Mian wasn't angry; instead, she smiled and offered him advice.
Xia Mingzhao stood there with her mouth agape, unsure of what to say.
"Mingzhao, isn't my idea great?" Xia Mian took the initiative and began to ask Xia Mingzhao questions.
Denying it or not answering it would prove that what she just said was a lie. Xia Mingzhao had no choice but to give an awkward smile: "Yes, yes, that's great."
"Then hurry home and get your things. I'll wait for you upstairs," Xia Mian interrupted Xia Mingzhao when she saw that he was about to speak. "I'll have Yu Heng talk to your department manager. Don't worry, it won't count as absenteeism."
Upon hearing this, Xia Mingzhao could no longer maintain her smile. With a sullen face, she opened the door and ran out.
After Xia Mingzhao's figure had run far away, Xia Mian picked up a disposable paper cup, slowly filled it with water, and walked out of the tea room while drinking.
He needs to drink more water to maintain a high metabolism.
As soon as he stepped out, he bumped right into Zhou Pingchuan.
"...Weren't you in a meeting? Why did you come down?" Xia Mian almost choked.
"Tea break, have you had enough shopping?"
“That’s enough,” Xia Mian said tentatively, holding a paper cup and following behind Zhou Pingchuan. “I ran into Mingzhao earlier and we chatted for a while.”
"What did you talk about?"
It seemed he hadn't heard the conversation, and Xia Mian breathed a sigh of relief: "Tell me about things at home, and about those auction items. Mingzhao went home to get them and will return them to us afterward."
"It's not 'us,' it's 'returning it to you.' It was a gift to appease you."
When it came to "coaxing," Xia Mian suddenly remembered that he was arguing with Zhou Pingchuan.
How did you end up having such a pleasant conversation?
Xia Mian brought back the mask and sneered, "It's all stuff from a month ago, it's expired now, it doesn't count. Don't try to fool me about what happened last night."
"Okay, let me think about how to appease you this time," Zhou Pingchuan glanced at his watch, "The meeting is about to start. Do you want to sit in on it, or rest by yourself?"
Zhou Pingchuan had seen him act and live stream, but he had never seen Zhou Pingchuan at work before. Without thinking, Xia Mian said, "I'll just sit in!"
Zhou Pingchuan nodded and led him into the conference room. The young woman in charge of organizing the meeting was very quick-witted; she immediately went to the storeroom, pushed out a chair, and placed it in the corner.
When Xia Mian was little, he often went to his dad's company to play. His dad was afraid that he would run around, so he always took him with him. He even took him to meetings. Just like now, he would throw a chair in the corner. Xia Mian could read if he wanted, sleep if he wanted, and if he really couldn't sit still, he could sneak out through the back door without affecting the meeting discipline.
Those were seats reserved for casual observers.
To everyone's surprise, Zhou Pingchuan pointed to the spot next to him, indicating to the young lady, "Put it here."
The young woman hesitated for a few seconds, then obediently pushed the chair toward the conference table.
Xia Mian had no right to let a girl do heavy work, so she quickly took over, pushing the table while protesting to Zhou Pingchuan in a low voice: "I don't understand your company's business, why are you making me sit on the table!"
Zhou Pingchuan: "You are my person, so it's only natural that you should sit with me, no matter the occasion."
Xia Mian's heart skipped a beat.
Beneath the mask, the corners of his lips couldn't help but turn up in a smile.
How could he have misunderstood Zhou Pingchuan back then?
Zhou Pingchuan's love is so blatant, so why does he stubbornly believe that Zhou Pingchuan doesn't love him?
Summer Sleep, you deserve to die!
Today's meeting was the monthly meeting, and only senior leaders were present. There weren't many people, so we used a small meeting room.
The small conference room had only one long table. Xia Mian sat at the head of the table with Zhou Pingchuan. It wasn't as conspicuous as the podium, but the attendees had already noticed this "uninvited guest" and were all stunned for a moment.
"Continue." Zhou Pingchuan didn't give them a chance to observe and gave the order directly.
Everyone looked away, took their seats, and began discussing the next topic, each with their own thoughts.
Xia Mian couldn't understand those technical terms, and she couldn't play on her phone or sleep under everyone's gaze. She was very bored, so she looked around and finally her gaze fell on Zhou Pingchuan.
Zhou Pingchuan is already quite aloof in normal times, and at work he has a different kind of unapproachability. He is serious, calm, and strategic, rarely expressing his opinions, but every word he says hits the nail on the head.
Those sharp and deep eyes seemed to be able to see through all thoughts. No one dared to play tricks in front of him, and no one had the ability to challenge him. Whether young, middle-aged, or old, everyone could only willingly bow down and submit to him.
So handsome!
So cool!
Xia Mian stared intently; such a handsome man, every extra glance was a bonus!
"What are you looking at?" Zhou Pingchuan asked in a low voice during a break in the speeches of the higher-ups.
“…Just looking around,” Xia Mian quickly averted her eyes. “There are so many people in the conference room, I can’t play on my phone or sleep, can’t I just look around? If not, I’ll leave now.”
After saying that, Xia Mian made a move to leave. Before she could get up, her hand was grabbed under the table.
It was big and warm, enveloping his entire palm, then squeezing between his fingers, their fingers interlocked.
The owner of the hand said, "Look around as you like."
He paused for a moment, then added, "Mianmian, please spend more time with me."
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