Chapter 102 If you accept this, you'll have to be my slave from now on.
When she came out of the treatment room, apart from her face being slightly swollen from the Thermage treatment, Ren Xiping's skin was supple and plump, and the hangnails on her hands had been carefully removed. Although they certainly wouldn't become tender immediately, they were much softer.
Xia Mian squeezed her hand, swiped her card with satisfaction, and left. Ren Xiping kept asking how much it cost, but Xia Mian lied and said, "The treatment you received wasn't expensive; it was a free gift with the card top-up."
Ren Xiping was relieved. Now that her son was married, the money would belong to the young couple. She was afraid that her son-in-law would be unhappy if she spent her son's money.
When she finally received the Dragon Seal, she realized that her concerns were unnecessary.
"Mianmian, is this palace-like place really your house?"
Ren Xiping has a low level of education and can only use "imperial palace" as a metaphor. The decoration of the dragon seal is more French, retro and romantic, and has nothing to do with the imperial palace.
Xia Mian nodded: "Yeah, it's not bad, is it?"
"This is wonderful, wonderful. My Mianmian deserves to live in a big house like this." Ren Xiping touched the sofa; the leather was so soft and she couldn't bear to put it down.
"There are many more little things I've collected up there. Come on, let me show you."
Xia Mian led Ren Xiping through each floor, emphasizing the expensive record player and figurines she had bought. As Ren Xiping looked around, she imagined her son and son-in-law decorating their little home bit by bit, and wiped her eyes with satisfaction.
After they finished looking at the food, dinner was ready, and they went downstairs to eat. As they passed the side bedroom, Ren Xiping glanced inside and said, "Has someone stayed overnight here? It's best not to let outsiders stay in the bridal chamber."
If she knew they were sleeping in separate rooms, Ren Xiping would definitely worry. Xia Mian made up a story: "Uh... Xia Dongbo stayed here once."
"Don't call him that, he is your biological father."
"Alright, alright, biological father, let's eat first."
Fearing that she would continue to dwell on the matter of sleeping on her side, Xia Mian used a combination of bluffing and deception to pull Ren Xiping downstairs.
It just so happened that Zhou Pingchuan was getting off work and was changing his shoes at the door.
Xia Mian led Ren Xiping over and introduced her to Zhou Pingchuan, saying, "You're back. This is my most beautiful and lovely mother."
Then he turned to Ren Xiping: "Mom, this is Zhou Pingchuan, I am...sir. You can call him..."
At this point, he hesitated slightly. When they first met Zhou Pingchuan, the Xia family always called him "Third Master".
But he couldn't get Ren Xiping to call him "Third Master." She came from the lower class and didn't understand the hierarchy of prestigious families, so she was easily suspicious.
“Just call me Pingchuan,” Zhou Pingchuan replied.
"Okay, Pingchuan." Ren Xiping hadn't expected her son-in-law to be so tall and handsome. Apart from a slight flaw in his legs, he was perfect in every way.
She was extremely satisfied and quickly pulled a large red envelope from her bag: "Pingchuan, Auntie didn't know what you liked, so I didn't dare to buy anything randomly. Please keep this and buy something you like."
The red envelope was very thick, probably containing 20,000 yuan.
Xia Mian felt a pang of jealousy. His mother had never given him a big red envelope before. He said sarcastically from the side, "This is money my mother worked hard to save. If you accept it, you'll have to be my slave from now on."
“You child, you always talk nonsense…” Ren Xiping said, both amused and exasperated, explaining to her son-in-law, “Pingchuan, don’t listen to his nonsense, this was prepared especially for you.”
Zhou Pingchuan glanced at Xia Mian, then accepted the money: "Thank you, Auntie."
Xia Mian had informed the kitchen in advance that tonight's dishes would be more elaborate than yesterday's, including nourishing ingredients such as sea cucumber and bird's nest, making them both healthy and delicious.
Knowing that they were hosting a banquet, and that the guests were middle-aged and elderly women, the kitchen prepared two jugs of fruit wine. Having a glass in early winter would warm you up and make you feel especially comfortable.
Xia Mian filled Ren Xiping's glass, and Zhou Pingchuan, who never drinks alcohol at home, also poured himself a glass. He remained calm and chatted with Ren Xiping while drinking.
Xia Mian discovered that he was truly remarkable; he could impress people in officialdom and business, and also have excellent conversations with women from the lower rungs of society.
He is a natural controller; wherever he is, things will always develop in the direction he wants.
Actually, it's quite nice; Xia Mian felt a sense of warmth that she hadn't experienced in a long time.
Because everyone was in high spirits, they drank quite a bit, and the two jugs of fruit wine were empty. Ren Xiping checked the time: "It's too late, I have to go. You two live a good life, Auntie will bring you some vegetables in a few days."
Fruit wine has a lower alcohol content than baijiu, but it has a strong aftereffect. Xia Mian noticed that Ren Xiping was unsteady on her feet and quickly advised, "You just finished drinking, why are you leaving? Stay the night."
Longxi's driver was on call 24 hours a day, and someone would take her home. But the iron staircase in the slum was steep and the safety measures were rudimentary. He was afraid that his mother would twist her ankle or even fall down the stairs.
"It's okay, it's alright, I'll take a taxi back."
"Listen to me, Mom, there are so many rooms, it's not like we don't have a place to stay."
The biggest taboo for elders is interfering in the lives of younger generations. There are countless cases of divorces caused by in-laws meddling in their lives, and she didn't want to cause trouble for her son.
Xia Mian kept pulling her along, and she really couldn't refuse. Luckily, Xia Dongbo had also stayed there, so she wasn't under too much psychological pressure and reluctantly agreed.
When Uncle Yi led his mother upstairs, Xia Mian remembered something.
—If he and Zhou Pingchuan continue to sleep in separate rooms, she will definitely discover that there is a problem in the relationship between her son and son-in-law.
No, I can't let Mom worry!
Xia Mian swayed over to Zhou Pingchuan and ordered, "You, sleep with me tonight."
Judging from his voice and expression, this person was already drunk. Zhou Pingchuan raised his left eyebrow: "Why?"
"You took Mom's money, so you're going to be my slave? What's the point of all this? Just give me the answer."
Even without him saying it, Zhou Pingchuan could guess the reason. He sighed and gestured to the servants to help Xia Mian up.
These two jugs of fruit wine are really amazing. Xia Mian staggered as she walked, and after entering the master bedroom, only one thought remained in her mind: to sleep.
He was hot from drinking, so like a mischievous child, he stripped off all his clothes, throwing them around as he walked, before crawling into bed. So when Zhou Pingchuan came in, all he saw were pieces of clothing scattered all over the floor, and half of his little head sticking out of the covers.
There were underwear on the ground, but he never asked the servants to pick them up. Zhou Pingchuan sighed again, first using his antler cane to pick up the underwear and throw it into the dirty laundry basket, then gathering the remaining clothes with his foot and kicking them against the wall.
After doing all this, he patted Xia Mian's cheek: "Get up and wash up."
Xia Mian opened her eyes a crack: "Hmm?"
"Fine," Zhou Pingchuan thought, giving up and going into the bathroom by himself.
Xia Mian was actually woken up, and vaguely felt that something was wrong, but couldn't figure out what it was. Only one thought remained in her mind: she couldn't let Zhou Pingchuan take advantage of her.
He took out his phone, intending to stay awake until Zhou Pingchuan fell asleep before he went to sleep himself. As he looked at his phone, he inexplicably found the pictures he had saved during the day and started reviewing them.
It's definitely nighttime reading material; it's even more enjoyable to read at night. He reads for a while, then dozes off, then reads for a while, then dozes off again.
Suddenly, the mattress next to her sank in, releasing a faint wisp of moisture. Xia Mian snapped awake, looking at Zhou Pingchuan with wary eyes, before collapsing completely a few seconds later.
The phone rolled to the side, and Zhou Pingchuan felt like he was going to sigh out all the anger he had in his life today. He picked up the phone for him and inevitably saw the content on it again.
Oh, no wonder he keeps calling me a "slave," he learned it here.
He glanced at the small tent protruding from the other man's lower body and chuckled silently.
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