Chapter 78 It's only right to spend more.
Previously, Zhou Pingchuan always called him by his full name, but this was the first time Xia Mian had heard Zhou Pingchuan call him by his childhood name.
Such a cold person, speaking without much emotion, he had expected his shout to be abrupt or frightening, but strangely, he actually tasted a hint of gentleness and tenderness in it.
Did they spend too much money and automatically add filters to it?
"It feels so strange," Xia Mian rubbed her burning ear tips.
However, the content of what the other person said was more important than the form of address. Xia Mian pulled a towel from the bathroom and, while pretending to dry her hair, said, "Before we talk, shouldn't Mr. Zhou explain why he's in my room?"
"This hotel is owned by the Kepler Group."
Xia Mian suddenly realized why the receptionist initially refused to let him use the private hot spring, but later allowed him to; Zhou Pingchuan must have sent someone to make arrangements.
"Oh, so you can just walk around in the guest rooms because of your employer's connections. Mr. Jay Chou is really something."
“That’s too kind,” Zhou Pingchuan paused, “I’m not as good as you, who can ride a penguin.”
When it comes to being sarcastic, he may never be able to beat Zhou Pingchuan. Xia Mian had nothing to say, so she simply changed the subject: "Then let's talk about what Mr. Zhou wants to talk about as soon as possible. I have to go back to Beijing immediately, I don't have that much time."
"I'd like to talk about the debit card."
Xia Mian paused in drying her hair: "What, Mr. Jay Chou, are you planning to make me pay back the loan?"
“No, I just want to return it to its original owner.” Zhou Pingchuan took out the card and placed it on the edge of the coffee table.
"You're smart enough to know what's good for you," Xia Mian thought to herself, her tone slightly softer than before.
But he refused to admit defeat verbally: "No, take it back quickly. I can earn my own money. Don't spend money on me."
"Earn it yourself? How much can you earn? Is it enough to support your daily expenses?"
"You..." Xia Mian was speechless with anger, yet unable to refute. It was fine when he wasn't buying anything, but if he felt the urge to shop, his current salary really wouldn't last more than a few days.
What a despicable man! He actually tried to manipulate him with money!
Xia Mian gritted her teeth, her tone hardening instantly as she softened.
He tossed the towel onto the shelf: "We're not related, so how much I earn or whether I have enough to spend is none of your business. Have you finished your tea? If you have, please leave."
Zhou Pingchuan didn't hear what came after that, and only said, "How is it none of my business?"
Perhaps because they had just made assumptions and already had contingency plans, they weren't afraid of unexpected situations. Xia Mian simply cut to the chase: "Mr. Zhou, we're both pretty busy. It's a waste of time to keep pretending like this. Let's just be frank. I can sense that you have no feelings for me. I'm not an unreasonable or shameless person. Since that's the case, let's peacefully dissolve the engagement, go back to being strangers, and go our separate ways. May we each find our own happiness."
Zhou Pingchuan narrowed his eyes and asked again, "Where did you sense that?"
His squinting motion resembled that of some large feline. Xia Mian instinctively sensed danger, a chill ran down his spine, and his voice became weak: "...You're just delaying. It's been so long since you handed over the offer letter, and you still haven't taken any further action."
"Then what about buying a wedding house and taking you to get your clothes made?"
He knew about buying a wedding house, making clothes...
Wait, making clothes?
Didn't Zhou Pingchuan give him a few clothes to wear on a whim a few days ago?
Are they making clothes for the wedding ceremony?
So, does Zhou Pingchuan have a plan in mind?
Xia Mian felt inexplicably excited. To hide the upturned corners of his lips, he touched his hair and straightened his bathrobe belt, like a Taobao model posing for a photoshoot.
Zhou Pingchuan said, "I set the date for the betrothal ceremony a long time ago, after Zhou Ting's wedding. I didn't tell you because as the head of the family, I had to consider the younger generation."
Xia Mian seemed to understand something. It turned out that his complaints and dissatisfaction these days, including those assumptions just now, were all a misunderstanding.
He was incredibly embarrassed, and also a little ashamed: "...You should have told me earlier. I'm very tight-lipped and won't say things carelessly."
“I thought you knew,” Zhou Pingchuan raised an eyebrow, “after all, strangers don’t swipe their cards for each other.”
"...You think I spend too much? You're the one who gave me the card for household expenses, I didn't ask you for it."
Moreover, this is only a prepayment for emotional distress; he must spend more before Zhou Pingchuan falls in love with Xia Mingzhao—Xia Mian dared not say this aloud, but only thought it silently in her heart.
“Of course not,” Zhou Pingchuan said, pulling Xia Mian’s wrist and placing the credit card in his hand. “I’m busy with official duties, and you have to take care of everything at home and outside. It’s only right that you spend more money.”
See, this sounds more like human speech.
Xia Mian rubbed her nose: "Alright, if there's a next time, I'll return the card to you again. I'll keep it this time."
Zhou Pingchuan chuckled: "I am extremely grateful."
For some reason, after hearing Zhou Pingchuan's explanation, Xia Mian felt an irrepressible joy rising in his heart, even though he had already planned how to save himself after the breakup.
It's probably because they can continue to survive, or they can continue to survive by spending money like water.
Yes, that's it.
Zhou Pingchuan grabbed his wrist, and Xia Mian tried to pull his hand away while hypnotizing himself. The other man was very strong, and he couldn't budge it.
"There's something I forgot to mention." At this moment, Zhou Pingchuan changed the subject.
"What?" Xia Mian was so engrossed in her own little joy that she didn't notice the change in the other person's tone.
Zhou Pingchuan suddenly tightened his grip on Xia Mian's hand, causing Xia Mian to scream in pain: "Let go of me! What are you doing?"
“What I want to say is that I rarely waver in the decisions I make,” Zhou Pingchuan said slowly. “If I do waver, it can only be me who wavers, and no one else can interfere—including you.”
After speaking, Zhou Pingchuan finally released Xia Mian, got up and left, leaning on his deer antler cane.
Xia Mian sat on the sofa, hugging a pillow, looking surprised and confused.
Since they met, it must be said that Zhou Pingchuan has been quite indulgent towards him. This has led him to become increasingly casual and unrestrained in front of Zhou Pingchuan.
So casually that he had almost forgotten that Zhou Pingchuan was actually an unpredictable, cold, and ruthless person.
However... However, Zhou Pingchuan just said that his decision is not open to anyone's questioning, which should refer to his marriage to me.
Zhou Pingchuan strongly disagreed with statements like "annulment of the engagement" and "parting ways amicably."
Does this indirectly prove that Zhou Pingchuan actually... firmly chose him?
That jerk, so annoying. He always likes to hit me. Next time I'll definitely show him what I'm capable of. Xia Mian rubbed her ill-fated left hand and carefully put away the credit card.
She buried her face in the cushion and couldn't help but laugh.
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