Chapter 230 My Cotton
Xia Mian hung up the phone and looked up. Zhou Pingchuan was looking at him with a half-smile, as if he were mocking his little trick.
Lying just to have sex? How driven must one be to do that? It's terrifying!
Even summer sleepers find themselves terrifying.
His face scrunched up, and he was looking for an excuse to escape the scene of the crime. Before he could speak, Zhou Pingchuan preemptively offered a consolation: "Thanks to Zhao Wei for reminding me."
“Of course,” Xia Mian readily agreed. “If he hadn’t reminded me, I would have completely forgotten that I was going to record a variety show tomorrow. You go ahead and work, I’ll go get ready first, so we won’t be in a rush tomorrow morning.”
"Wait for me for twenty minutes," Zhou Pingchuan stopped him from leaving, "I'll go with you."
Xia Mian glanced at the time and nodded.
With the atmosphere so ruined, nothing else could be done. Xia Mian jumped off the table, sat on the carpet at Zhou Pingchuan's feet, and started playing games on her phone.
During a break from work, Zhou Pingchuan looked down and saw a round, fuzzy head. Before he could even think, he reached out and ruffled it. Soft and dry, as expected.
While they were exchanging barbs in the Rift, someone suddenly gave them a head pat. Xia Mian's usual insults became much more polite: "Bro, after this game, go back and do your homework. Stop checking your WeChat steps in the bushes, it's tiring to watch."
Getting married is great; it helps maintain a peaceful mindset, unite teammates, and preserve one's image.
Twenty minutes later, Zhou Pingchuan finished his work and went to the dressing room with Xia Mian to pack their luggage for tomorrow.
Xia Mian is kind-hearted. It's so late, and he can't possibly call his assistant over. The maids at home don't know Xia Mian's preferences, so he thought he'd lend a hand.
As it turned out, it was indeed faster for everyone to tidy up together than for one person to tidy up alone. Xia Mian was in charge of finding things, while he and the housekeeper were in charge of packing.
After packing the third item, Zhou Pingchuan frowned: "Eight days, do we really need to bring this much stuff?"
Xia Mian didn't want to bring any luggage either. This is a lifestyle variety show, and the first episode was filmed in a small village, starting from the moment they entered the village. Carrying large bags and bundles would likely annoy the audience.
But no matter how much you streamline it, you can't save any space. You can't make yourself miserable just for the sake of a variety show, right?
Moreover, he wanted to look more handsome and cooler on camera; young idols still carry a heavy burden.
So I can only bring a lot of things and a few items.
So when Zhou Pingchuan watched as he stuffed eight sets of clothes, eight pairs of shoes, four sets of loungewear, several pairs of underwear, several skincare products and face masks, three sets of skincare devices, and two portable safes—which contained a total of four watches, eight sets of high-end jewelry, and countless accessories—he finally understood why he was receiving so many credit card transaction notifications.
“What are you looking at?” Xia Mian said matter-of-factly. “A master in Hung Hom once said that dressing smartly gives you a good aura, and a good aura attracts more wealth. I put a lot of effort into my outfits every day to earn money to support my family. Do you know how hard I work?”
Zhou Pingchuan never denied Xia Mian's efforts: "You've worked hard for this family."
The way she says that, like a newlywed bride, is really endearing.
Xia Mian, on a whim, grabbed Zhou Pingchuan's chin, her slick personality kicking in: "Good thing you know. Man, behave yourself when I'm not home. If I find out you're cheating, you'll be sorry when you get back!"
After saying that, Xia Mian realized that there were more than just the two of them in the dressing room; the butler was also there.
At this moment, the old man was burying his head in his arms, pretending not to hear anything—not to hear Xia Mian's unreasonable arguments, nor to hear the whole process of the boss being teased.
Xia Mian awkwardly dug her toes into the ground, thinking that she was just acting and would just ramble on, and that no one should pay attention to her.
To everyone's surprise, Zhou Pingchuan replied in a serious tone, "Okay, I will remain chaste and wait for you to come back."
What about remaining chaste?
Who needs you to remain chaste!
He'll be gone for eight days. If you need anything, you can take care of it yourself. Don't wait until he comes back.
After all... he had experienced it.
I can't handle it, I really can't handle it.
But words spoken are like water spilled; they can't be taken back now. Xia Mian can only cosplay as an ostrich with the butler.
Ugh, that foul mouth of yours, I'll throw it away sooner or later!
The strangest thing was that after turning off the lights and getting into bed, Xia Mian, who usually had excellent sleep quality, suddenly had insomnia the night before leaving home.
In the darkness, he lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling: "Third Master, are you asleep?"
Another voice quickly responded: "Still calling me Third Master?"
Summer Sleep: "Then what should we call it?"
They had discussed the form of address before, but due to various misunderstandings, they reverted to the original "Third Master".
Now that the misunderstanding has been cleared up, they have expressed their true feelings to each other, and their relationship has stabilized, so they really shouldn't be so polite anymore.
Xia Mian also wanted a more intimate name for herself.
"Let me tell you first, I definitely can't keep saying 'husband' all the time, it's too embarrassing," Xia Mian thought for a moment, "How about Pingchuan?"
Zhou Pingchuan denied it: "According to seniority, you are my nephew."
Xia Mian: "Calling someone 'uncle' like in Korean dramas? That's a bit cheesy, I can't bring myself to say it."
Zhou Pingchuan: "I haven't watched many Korean dramas."
"What should I call him...?" Xia Mian had a sudden inspiration, "How about calling him Brother, Brother Chuan, is that okay?"
Zhou Pingchuan's hidden thoughts stirred for a moment: "Brother, it's okay."
"Okay, then it'll be Brother Chuan!" Xia Mian leaned closer, "Brother Chuan, Brother Chuan!"
"exist."
The two were immersed in the soft spring breeze, their hearts sinking into the starry night, peaceful and serene.
Zhou Pingchuan then asked, "Then what should I call you? Should I continue calling you Mianmian?"
Xia Mian was surprised that Zhou Pingchuan would ask such a question; it wasn't like him. After making up this time, Zhou Pingchuan had genuinely been working on adjusting and changing.
So... he decided to tell him a little secret.
"The 'mian' you've been calling out for is the 'mian' from 'spring slumber unaware of dawn,' isn't it?"
"yes."
"Actually, my nickname is 'Mian' from 'cotton'."
Zhou Pingchuan recalled for a moment: "Your Weibo username."
aestivation:"......"
Xia Mian: "You actually stalked my Weibo?"
Zhou Pingchuan: "Spying on someone? What do you mean?"
These successful people are quite pitiful, Xia Mian pouted, they don't even have time to surf the internet. Such a handsome guy, he's turned into an old relic.
Xia Mian had no choice but to switch to Mandarin: "What I mean is, you actually secretly looked at my Weibo."
"It wasn't a secret look; Kepler's official Weibo account has followed you."
"Didn't you use the official document to look at it? That counts as peeping."
"Okay, I'll peek. Was what I said earlier correct?"
“That’s right, it’s the name on Weibo, my mom gave it to me,” Xia Mian smiled. “It’s the only thing she can leave me now.”
Zhou Pingchuan didn't understand. Ren Xiping was clearly in Nangang. They were discussing bringing their mother back before June during dinner that night. How did she become the only one?
This boy is very naive; you can understand him at a glance. But there are also many mysteries surrounding him that await his unraveling.
“Okay,” Zhou Pingchuan said, pulling her into his arms. “Sleep now, my Mianmian.”
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