Chapter 157 Zhou Pingchuan wouldn't be... seducing him, would he?
Because of Tan Jingcheng's mess, Xia Mian and Zhou Pingchuan were already in the spotlight, and the public speculated whether the two would break up. Fortunately, Zhou Pingchuan's smooth combination of a lawyer's letter warning and clearing the mall to take Xia Mian shopping dispelled the doubts.
As a result, the news, coupled with the skillfully edited video, caused another uproar among netizens.
So when you got married, Jay Chou's extravagant dowry of hundreds of millions was just a show for the public!
So it turns out you two seem very affectionate on the surface, but you're not close at all behind the scenes. You've been together for so long without spending any money or gifts. Jay Chou didn't really consider Xia Mian a serious catch!
When the marriage was announced, everyone guessed that Xia Mian was a puppet put forward by the Zhou family because of the disparity in their social status, and that the marriage was a marriage of convenience.
Now it seems that this is indeed the case.
Moreover, Xia Mian complained during her live stream.
This is a veritable feast for haters!
The haters were overjoyed and flooded Xia Mian's Weibo with sarcastic remarks.
Summer Sleep's fans never get involved in muddy waters before an official statement is released, but some fans, feeling sorry for their idol, cried in the comments section of the video: "Even our Mianmian, who is so beautiful, can be unloved!"
After the broadcast ended, Xia Mian was completely bewildered by this whole drama and couldn't understand it at all.
What does his marital happiness have to do with these people?
Just live your own life and stop worrying about others.
If it were when Xia Mian was pursuing Zhou Pingchuan relentlessly, she might have felt disappointed. But after severing all ties and love, this attack has no effect on her whatsoever; no one can sway her mindset through marriage or relationships.
Sure enough, men only slow down the speed at which you draw your sword!
However... given how things turned out tonight, Zhao Wei is unlikely to let him broadcast tomorrow. The more he says, the more mistakes he'll make; it's better to wait until things calm down before continuing.
Sigh, the northern winter is dry and cold, and he doesn't want to go out. The film crew hasn't contacted him yet, and while waiting, Zhao Wei can't arrange any other work for him. He's bored to death with nothing to do.
He quite enjoys going live to dance, chat with fans, and share his life.
...It's all Zhou Pingchuan's fault; nothing good ever comes from anything related to him!
Xia Mian snorted coldly, shifting all the blame for not being able to continue the live stream onto Zhou Pingchuan, to the point that when Zhou Pingchuan came to him, he didn't even want to give him a kind look.
"What do you want?" he asked, blocking the doorway.
"Go back to sleep," Zhou Pingchuan said.
Xia Mian was a little confused: "Go back where?"
"Master bedroom."
"...No, I won't go. The bed in the master bedroom is too big; I don't really like it. This room is just right. Third Master, please go back. Sweet dreams."
After saying that, Xia Mian didn't wait for Zhou Pingchuan's reply, and slammed the door shut with a wave of her hand.
Zhou Pingchuan shook his head helplessly and went upstairs into the dressing room.
About ten minutes later, there was another knock on the door.
Through the peephole, Xia Mian saw the familiar antler staff. He opened the door impatiently: "Looking for me again... Why did you bring this?"
At the door, Zhou Pingchuan had already changed into his pajamas. The cleaning lady who usually cleaned the guest room stood behind Zhou Pingchuan, holding a pillow.
“Since you don’t like the king-size bed in the master bedroom, I’ll sleep in the guest room with you,” Zhou Pingchuan said, turning to the cleaning lady. “Aunt Feng, please put my pillow away.”
The guest room had a single bed with only one pillow. Upon hearing this, Aunt Feng hurriedly went into the room.
Xia Mian dared to stop Zhou Pingchuan, but she couldn't stop the servants. After all, the servants were doing things under the master's instructions, so why make things difficult for them?
With no other option, he could only step aside. Aunt Feng ducked inside, and in that brief moment, Zhou Pingchuan also nimbly slipped in.
aestivation:"......"
Okay.
Perhaps sensing that the atmosphere between the two owners was not quite right, Aunt Feng put down the pillows and then ran out with her head down.
Xia Mian wasn't stupid. Zhou Pingchuan, a grown man, couldn't possibly be unable to lift a pillow; he didn't need any servants' help. She only asked Aunt Feng to go in because she was afraid he wouldn't let him in, so she had Aunt Feng go first.
But since they'd already gotten in through underhanded means, there was no way they could kick them out. Xia Mian, too lazy to waste words with Zhou Pingchuan, returned to her desk: "I'm going to read. Third Master, please make yourself at home."
Zhou Pingchuan didn't say anything and turned to go into the bathroom.
Before filming began for "Legend of the Dragon King," the acting coach gave Xia Mian several acting textbooks, but due to time constraints, Xia Mian didn't finish reading them. This time, upon returning from the set, he specifically brought the books back with him, intending to use his spare time to study them carefully and improve his professional skills.
He opened the catalog, and the sound of running water came from the bathroom—Zhou Pingchuan had started taking a shower.
Xia Mian recalled accidentally wandering into Zhou Pingchuan's shower room once before... For some reason, she remembered the scene she had witnessed.
Tall, strong, muscular, with broad shoulders and straight legs, he meets all the requirements for a perfect figure.
Even with a disability, his resources remain incredibly strong, to an almost frightening degree.
The top is raised high.
Wait, what are you thinking about? Xia Mian felt ashamed of her wandering mind and wished she could slap herself twice with her slipper.
Just then, a voice came from the bathroom: "Mianmian, where's the shampoo?"
“On the tripod to the left of the shower screen,” Xia Mian said, “it’s a yellow bottle, next to the shower gel.”
Zhou Pingchuan: "No."
"Look again, it's definitely there. I just used it two hours ago."
After a few seconds, the other person said, "Really, there isn't any. Could you come and take a look for me? The ground is slippery, and I have difficulty moving around."
You shouldn't use a cane when taking a bath.
Helpless, Xia Mian had no choice but to place the book face down on the table. Walking into the bathroom, she saw... that same image that had just flashed through her mind.
Fortunately, the bathroom door was diagonally opposite the shower screen, so Xia Mian only saw one side of it, which wasn't too absurd.
At this moment, Zhou Pingchuan saw him: "Sorry to bother you."
"It's nothing." Xia Mian quickly lowered her head and started looking for shampoo, but strangely, there wasn't any on the shelf.
The guest bedroom's shower area is relatively small. On the right is a rectangular shower screen installed against the wall, and on the left is a vanity mirror. There is nothing else there.
Xia Mian scanned the area and easily found the missing shampoo on the front of the shower screen.
"It's here... but I put it back on the shelf after I used it, so how did it end up on the floor?"
He picked up the yellow bottle and looked up in confusion.
...and then, unexpectedly, I was faced with that same scene again.
This time, we're seeing the front side again.
Compared to the previous side view, it's clearer and more complete.
Zhou Pingchuan opened the bathroom screen door, took a step forward, his body dripping wet.
Xia Mian didn't know what he was going to do, and retreated in fear: "Don't come any closer!"
The other person stood still as instructed and extended their hand to him, saying, "Thank you."
Xia Mian didn't dare to go forward. She turned her head to the side, threw the shampoo at him, and fled in panic.
Back at her desk, Xia Mian tried to continue studying, but no matter how she looked at it, the words on the book would rearrange themselves, eventually resembling the shape of the bathroom.
He took a deep breath, wanting to open the window to breathe some fresh air, but fearing that Zhou Pingchuan would be cold after taking a shower, he only opened it a crack.
But the small gap was enough. With the cold air blowing, Xia Mian's sluggish nerves finally started to work, and she finally figured out the strange thing about the shampoo - was it possible that Zhou Pingchuan had put it on the ground himself?
Thinking back to Zhou Pingchuan's talk about "marital obligations" at dinner, Xia Mian had a dangerous thought—could Zhou Pingchuan be trying to seduce her?
"Probably not," Xia Mian thought, "I won't get anything out of seducing him." With these doubts in mind, she went to bed.
He was tricked twice by that old bastard today, so he's on high alert. He changed into his thickest pajamas, covering himself up completely. Even after a boy gets married, he still needs to protect himself.
Perhaps because the live stream lasted too long today, I'm a little tired. As I was thinking, Xia Mian's eyelids started to droop uncontrollably.
While still half-asleep, a familiar scent wafted from behind her—the smell of that yellow shampoo. Xia Mian immediately went on high alert, tumbling to the wall and pressing her back firmly against it: "What are you doing? I'm warning you, don't try anything funny. If we really fight, you might not be able to beat me!"
The fragrance, however, ignored him and continued to approach.
"Stop! If you come any closer, I'll hit you!"
The fragrance paused for a moment, swirling like a tender heart, before finally settling gently on his head like a dragonfly skimming the water.
Zhou Pingchuan kissed Xia Mian's fluffy hair: "I want to say goodnight to you."
...Oh, I approached him to say goodnight.
Feeling the gentle warmth above her head, Xia Mian felt ashamed of her earlier thoughts.
It was his petty mind that led him to wrongly accuse Zhou Pingchuan.
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