Chapter 204 What happened to Zhou Pingchuan?
They only stayed with Xue Chunling for two days, because Xue Chunling insisted on cooking every meal herself, and they were afraid of tiring her out, so the two of them quickly set off for their next destination.
Ren Xiping had also gained some weight, and her skin had become several shades lighter. Nangang has plenty of sunshine, and Ren Xiping didn't take any sun protection measures, so she should have been tanned, but strangely, she remained fair.
With a fuller figure and fairer skin, her entire demeanor was different from when she was in the capital. Xia Mian discovered that she was actually very beautiful, and even bore a resemblance to her mother.
Ren Xiping's appearance is definitely not a problem, otherwise she wouldn't have been able to give birth to a son as handsome as Xia Mingzhao.
But as the saying goes, "the face reflects the heart." She had been worn down by illness and poverty, her spirit broken. Now that she can finally let go of her burdens and enjoy life, she naturally feels more relaxed and happy, and thus, more beautiful.
"Of course I'm happy!" Xia Mian asked her if she was happy in Nangang. She nodded repeatedly. "The air here is humid and has a high oxygen content. I sleep much better than in the capital. It's all thanks to you and Pingchuan. I've also learned a lot of local dishes. I'll make them all these days for you to try!"
Xia Mian touched her slightly rounded belly, realizing that losing weight was truly a difficult task that required both loyalty to the Party and filial piety to be fulfilled!
Zhou Pingchuan chose a place for Ren Xiping that offered more privacy and a better environment. Here, Xia Mian officially started her vacation mode and also her fashion show mode.
When Xia Mian went for a walk on the beach with Zhou Pingchuan, she wore linen long shirts and trousers. When she went to the forest to find coconuts, she had to change into a T-shirt and shorts. When she ate a proper meal, she had to wear a shirt and tie a nice bow tie and cufflinks to do justice to the delicious food provided by the chef. In the evening, when she drank and danced by the pool with music, she had to choose whether to wear gorgeous clothes or simple clothes depending on the weather and her mood.
So much so that he didn't want to leave.
On the penultimate day in Nangang, Zhou Pingchuan asked him if there was anything he wanted to buy. There were many flights returning for the Spring Festival, and Beijing was a popular destination for returning flights. According to the reported route, they needed to depart early.
"Can you please stop reminding me that I have to go back to being a beast of burden soon? Let me escape for one more day." Xia Mian lay on the beach chair, her eyes instantly losing their light.
Zhou Pingchuan said, "If you don't like your job, you can stay home and rest for a while. It's not like we can't afford to support you."
"I don't want to be the kind of person who gets up early to serve the whole family, does housework and cooks like a spinning top, and then asks my husband for household expenses only to be met with his sullen face and questions about why we spend so much money," Xia Mian has been seeing these kinds of short videos a lot lately, and they make her furious. "A life of relying on others is too hard. I have to work and develop my own career. And I actually quite like this job. My love for work is just a natural laziness, but when it comes to actually working, I'll definitely be on time for the film set."
Wait a minute, as they were talking, Xia Mian realized that he had inexplicably started to think of Zhou Pingchuan and himself as husband and wife.
"...Anyway, you don't need to worry about me. I'll plan my shopping time. Move aside, I need to focus on my business." He raised his upper body and tried to push Zhou Pingchuan.
Helpless, Zhou Pingchuan had no choice but to return to his room to continue reading the documents.
After kicking Zhou Pingchuan out, Xia Mian counted on her fingers and realized that it had been another week since they had opened for business.
I've been busy filming lately, so my exposure is already low. If I don't start promoting myself more, I'm afraid I'll be swept away by the next generation soon.
Xia Mian wasn't very good at taking selfies, so after thinking for a moment, he decided to use the old method: start a live stream.
Because there was no prior promotion, there weren't many fans who came in. They were all long-time fans who regularly followed Xia Mian on various social media platforms. There were a few IDs that Xia Mian often saw and that looked very familiar.
He greeted them: "Happy New Year, my cotton plants! I'm sending you belated New Year's greetings."
"As for my upcoming activities... I'll continue filming, and I'll also be hosting a Mid-Autumn Festival gala on a TV station. It should be officially announced soon, so stay tuned. I might also have a fashion week schedule later, but it's not finalized yet. I'll let you know once it's confirmed."
"It's definitely not in the capital. Guess where it is? It's a very warm place."
"fireworks......"
Just then, someone asked him if he had seen the blue fireworks display in the capital. Xia Mian's heart suddenly raced, thump, thump.
It's like a high school student secretly going out on a date without their parents' knowledge; there's a strange feeling of being caught red-handed.
"...I saw it." He didn't want to deceive his fans, but for some inexplicable reason, he didn't dare to admit it, so he could only give a vague answer.
Cotton: [Did you enjoy that?]
Fireworks were banned in Beijing, and on New Year's Eve he commented on his blog that he didn't see many fireworks, his tone filled with regret.
"That was amazing...it was beautiful."
After chatting with fans for forty minutes, it gradually got dark, and Xia Mian turned off the live stream, thus completing her business mission.
He shifted his position, lying back on the beach chair, gazing at the night sky, and recalled the blue fireworks that illuminated half the city, the Atlantis blooming in the sky, beautiful like a myth.
That was a gift from Zhou Pingchuan.
The more Xia Mian thought about it, the more guilty he felt. Why had he been so harsh with Zhou Pingchuan just now? Zhou Pingchuan was clearly reminding him, afraid that he would forget to buy a gift.
No, I have to apologize to them.
Xia Mian jumped up from the chair, went to the kitchen to wash some fruit herself, and then leaned against the guest room door with a basket in her hand.
He reached out and knocked on the door: "Mr. Jay Chou, may I come in?"
Zhou Pingchuan hadn't closed the door at all. Hearing this, he put down the documents and looked at the basket in his hand: "Do you have something for me?"
"As expected, nothing escapes Jay Chou's discerning eye. Seeing how hard you work, I came to comfort you," Xia Mian placed the fruit basket next to him and peeled an orange for him herself. "You're usually busy with work, so you can eat more fruits high in Vitamin C, such as oranges and passion fruit. Try this variety; it's not the purely sweet kind, but super juicy and has a strong orange flavor."
As he spoke, he held a segment of orange to Zhou Pingchuan's lips. Zhou Pingchuan had no idea what he was up to, and didn't ask. He swallowed it gently, and his lips accidentally brushed against Xia Mian's fingers.
They haven't been intimate for a long time since they last separated.
I hadn't experienced this before, so I could solve the problem myself. Now that I have, although I didn't go all the way, when I tried to solve it myself, hibernation always felt rather dull, like eating only a bowl of boiled noodles for dinner—it could maintain my vital signs, but it wasn't delicious.
So the tingling sensation brought by this long-awaited contact made Xia Mian let out a soft hum.
......Depend on!
Hearing his own voice, Xia Mian felt incredibly embarrassed. He glanced at Zhou Pingchuan out of the corner of his eye, and in that instant, Zhou Pingchuan's hand holding the document twitched, clearly indicating that he had also heard it.
In the past, Zhou Pingchuan would have definitely laughed at him or asked him directly if he wanted it.
This time, Zhou Pingchuan pretended not to hear and said in his usual tone, "It's delicious, thank you."
His words even hinted at wanting to drive the customer away.
Xia Mian then remembered that Zhou Pingchuan hadn't kissed her during this time either. What's wrong with Zhou Pingchuan...?
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