Chapter 86 Do you want me to marry Mingzhao?
Perhaps it was because she had been thinking about it during the day that she dreamed about it at night; Xia Mian had a strange dream last night.
In his dream, he was wearing a beautiful haute couture suit—the kind with diamonds embedded in the entire sleeve—and sitting anxiously in the bedroom.
Outside, firecrackers crackled and drums resounded; a dense crowd of relatives nearly burst through the gate. While waiting, they chatted amongst themselves.
"It's almost auspicious time, why hasn't Third Master arrived yet?"
"Hey, Zhou family head, the betrothal gifts probably can't even fit in a truck, right?"
As they were talking, the familiar Phantom drove into the Summer Garden, and the relatives looked on with anticipation.
As it turned out, Zhou Pingchuan got out of the car alone, carrying a box of pastries in his left hand and a stag antler cane in his right. Nothing else.
"Let's share the wedding cakes," he said slowly. "Just one bite each, otherwise there won't be enough."
Then, the scene shifts to a wedding planning company.
The wedding planner asked, "Mr. Zhou, would you prefer a Chinese or Western style wedding?"
Zhou Pingchuan: "I like not wasting time."
Planner: "Then let's just have a thank-you dinner. I know a hotel that charges 999 per table. Buy ten tables and get two free, buy twenty tables and get five free. All drinks are free, and they use 55-proof pure grain liquor, it's delicious!"
Zhou Pingchuan: "Okay. Then book forty tables for me."
The scene then shifts to the wedding day.
Zhou Pingchuan was wearing his usual home clothes when working from home, and Xia Mian was also dressed in a drab gray outfit. Neither of them had hired a styling team or done their hair and makeup.
They didn't even hire a master of ceremonies. Zhou Pingchuan said a few words on stage, skipped the exchange of rings and the oath-taking ceremony, took out two small glasses of liquor, toasted the guests present, and that was considered the ceremony complete.
Xia Mian felt utterly wronged and started sobbing.
Zhou Pingchuan looked at him with annoyance: "All you do is cry all day long. What are you crying about? On such a joyous day, you're making a scene!"
"I...I don't like this kind of wedding, boohoo..."
"Isn't this great? What else do you want to do?"
Perhaps because Zhou Pingchuan's attitude in her dream was so bad that she wanted to unleash a series of punches, Xia Mian "jokingly" jumped up from the bed, her eyes flashing with a fierce light.
"What should I do?" He was still immersed in the minimalist style of the wedding. "I'll definitely give you a grand and glamorous wedding!"
It took Xia Mian a while to recover from her dream.
Grabbing their phones, the group chat was already buzzing with people sharing their locations—last night, everyone decided to split into two groups: Liu Yicheng, as the "in-laws," would go to Zhou Ting's place, while Rebecca and Xu Ning, as the "mothers' families," would stay at Xia Garden with Xia Mingzhao.
Xia Mian was so focused on the internet last night that he didn't check the group messages. Only then did he realize that, in order to maintain a balance of personnel, he had been assigned to Zhou Ting's group.
He didn't want to stay in Xia Garden anyway, so he quickly got up, washed up as fast as he could, and headed towards the Zhou family's house.
Such large families usually move out after marriage. The eldest branch of the Zhou family does not live in the Zhou Mansion, but in a villa area very close to Xia Garden.
When the wedding emcee saw a handsome young man enter, he quickly shoved a plastic gun into his hand—the kind that sprays glitter and ribbons when you pull the trigger.
"We'll start recording the video in ten minutes. Fire a shot when you leave. Make it fun, the more lively the better."
Well, I've been assigned to the atmosphere group again.
Xia Mian put the gun in her pocket and continued to wander aimlessly with the crowd. In the dressing room, Zhou Ting had finished his makeup and was getting his hair done. He looked a little haggard, but his broad shoulders and narrow waist were still visible.
When Liu Yicheng saw Xia Mian, his eyes lit up for a moment, but then dimmed again, as if he had thought of something.
Xia Mian wasn't some innocent young man; he could sense that Liu Er was interested in him. Every time they met before, Liu Er was incredibly enthusiastic, practically staring at him.
I don't know what happened this time, but not only did I not greet him, my eyes were also darting around. I guess he confronted me once at the hot spring hotel, and I'm scared now.
Zhou Ting glanced at him in the mirror, paused for a moment, and said something inexplicable: "...I thought you weren't coming."
Xia Mian glanced around and saw that the crew's cameramen were having breakfast and the cameras weren't on.
Then there's no need to hold back: "If you don't want to see me, I'm leaving now."
“Xia Mian…” Zhou Ting frowned, as if making some difficult decision. Xia Mian waited impatiently for almost two minutes.
Zhou Ting suddenly stood up and grabbed him: "Come with me."
"Are you sick in the head?!" Xia Mian wanted to curse, but there were too many guests around. If she got into a fight, it would be easy for people to gossip about her, so she had no choice but to follow behind Zhou Ting.
Zhou Ting led him into the storage room, locked the door, and took a deep breath: "Xia Mian, do you want me to marry Ming Zhao?"
"Of course I want to! I couldn't ask for more!" If the main characters could truly live happily ever after, his life would be saved.
"Tell the truth."
"This is the truth. You don't think I still like you and am just saying the opposite of what I mean because I'm heartbroken over your wedding, do you?"
Zhou Ting frowned even more deeply.
Seeing his expression, Xia Mian suddenly realized—damn, he actually guessed right!
Xia Mian was both amused and exasperated: "This isn't a question a groom should ask. Besides, if I didn't let you marry Mingzhao, would you really refuse? Don't try to be sympathetic."
Zhou Ting: "I can."
His tone was firm and resolute. Xia Mian realized something and felt even more that he was crazy: "What you did today shows neither respect for me nor for Mingzhao. We are even now. I advise you to put away your indecisive thoughts and treat Mingzhao well from now on, otherwise you will only hurt everyone who loves you."
He paused, then added, "Also, I want to return the words you said to me before, Zhou Ting. You are a fickle and shameless person. Now, and in the future, I will never like you again!"
Xia Mian hated people who were greedy and had their eyes on others, so she didn't even glance at Zhou Ting again and opened the door directly.
I almost bumped into Liu Yicheng.
"...What are you doing here?" Xia Mian wondered if he had heard something.
"The wedding emcee called Zhou Ting because he had something to do, so I came to check on him," Liu Yicheng said with a smile.
"Oh, that's good," Xia Mian lied, "He's looking for something inside. I looked with him for a while, but we couldn't find it."
After saying that, Xia Mian ignored Liu Er and left on her own.
Liu Yicheng watched his retreating figure, his smile gradually fading as he looked thoughtful.
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