Chapter 244 Bathtub
Five minutes later, Zhou Pingchuan hung up the phone, Ren Xiping's words still echoing in his mind.
"Gallbladder disease? Mianmian had a physical examination before returning to the Xia family, and she didn't have it."
“He was weaker than other children. When he was young, his family was poor and he didn’t get enough nutrition. He was as thin as a bean sprout. Sigh, it’s all my fault as his mother for being incompetent.”
"Is Mianmian's gallbladder uncomfortable? Why didn't you tell me? I'll take him to the hospital to get it checked out right away."
"...Oh, it's alright then. Pingchuan, could you keep an eye on Mianmian for me? Make sure he eats more; he's already so thin, he shouldn't be thinking about dieting all the time. I'm afraid he'll be too busy to call him, so please help me..."
Last year, Xia Mian was officially recognized as a member of the Xia family, and her medical examination was probably done around that time. However, Xia Mian said that her cholecystitis was an old problem.
Moreover, Xia Mian's adoptive father passed away early, leaving the mother and son to depend on each other for survival. The mother knew her son's health condition best. Ren Xiping said he didn't have gallbladder disease, so she definitely didn't.
So... what exactly is this gallbladder disease that Xia Mian mentioned?
Zhou Pingchuan thought about it for a while, but couldn't figure it out, so he decided to put the matter aside and go to Director Wu for a treatment plan first—curing the disease was more important than anything else.
Director Wu: [Mr. Zhou, there's no good treatment for cholecystitis; it can only be managed through daily care. Tell Mr. Xia to avoid getting angry, eat less raw, cold, and high-cholesterol foods, and adjust his sleep schedule to go to bed early and wake up early. As for the polyps... we can only wait until they grow to a certain size before surgical removal. Why don't you bring Mr. Xia over for a thorough examination?]
Zhou Pingchuan locked the screen and didn't reply to him.
***
Today, the brand is having an offline event, and Xia Mian, as the brand ambassador, has been invited to attend. Because the city where the event is held is relatively close to Beijing, he has chosen not to stay overnight and will make a round trip on the same day.
On the way back, the plane served a full meal. Xia Mian took a bite and then threw it to Da Huang, who was complaining that he wasn't full.
I don’t know if it was because that bowl of vegetarian noodles last night was too comforting, but now everything tastes bland to him, let alone airplane food, which is inhuman.
He wanted Zhou Pingchuan to cook noodles for him again.
I really want to.
Summer Sleep had a sudden inspiration!
That evening, after removing his makeup at home, he clutched his stomach and slipped into the study: "Brother Chuan, are you still not done with your work?"
"In another half hour," Zhou Pingchuan pulled the person closer, "When did you get back?"
"Just got back."
"I asked the kitchen to save some food for you, go and eat something."
Xia Mian shook her head, her voice weak and listless: "I don't want to eat, I have no appetite."
Zhou Pingchuan then noticed that he had been clutching his stomach: "Is your stomach upset again?"
"Hmm, maybe the air conditioning on the plane was too strong and I got chilled," Xia Mian paused. "It's okay, you can continue working, don't worry about me. I'll order some hot, soft food with soup to eat later, and I'll feel better after that."
The boy deliberately emphasized the words "hot", "with soup", and "soft", and as clever as Zhou Pingchuan was, how could he not understand what he meant?
He didn't call them out, and played along: "Takeout isn't clean, so I'll cook you noodles. Want some more?"
"Yes, it's done!" Xia Mian was overjoyed, but she remained calm on the surface: "Eating so many carbs late at night is indeed a bit sinful, but it's better than takeout. You go ahead and do your work, and cook for me when you're done."
Zhou Pingchuan didn't say anything, got up, and pulled the boy downstairs together.
Once in the kitchen, Zhou Pingchuan skillfully boiled water and made noodles, while Xia Mian leaned against the preparation counter, watching Zhou Pingchuan.
The man hadn't changed out of his loungewear today; he was still wearing a shirt and dress pants. The sleeves of his black shirt were rolled up to his forearms, revealing a section of his pale wrist. His wrist bones were well-proportioned, and bluish veins meandered down from his elbow, exuding a sense of power and control.
Last night, this hand...
To avoid getting his clothes dirty, Zhou Pingchuan immediately put on an apron upon entering the kitchen, the straps highlighting his slender and strong waistline. Last night, his waist...
Depend on!
what's on your mind!
Xia Mian wished she could slap herself twice to wake herself up.
Wasn't the suffering of those dozen or so hours enough? You're actually reminiscing about it!
Stop thinking, stop thinking!
Xia Mian was seething with hatred, but just then Zhou Pingchuan looked over. His gaze swept over Xia Mian's angry eyes and his teeth grinding, finally settling on his waist and abdomen.
Then he laughed: "Do you have work tomorrow?"
"..." Xia Mian collapsed, "Yesterday, a bowl of noodles took more than ten hours to finish! Even going to a brothel didn't involve this kind of thing! I can't be without work, I need to rest!"
Zhou Pingchuan walked to his side and whispered, "But baby, I feel you're quite resilient."
The voice was low and magnetic, and when it reached Xia Mian's ears, her reaction was even stronger.
Zhou Pingchuan lowered his eyes: "Look."
aestivation:"......"
Damn it, I'm not eating anymore!
But since they had already cooked, and Xia Mian was indeed hungry, a wise man doesn't fight a losing battle, so they eventually sat down at the table.
Xia Mian picked up a noodle and noticed that the ingredients were different today: "You picked out the egg yolk."
Zhou Pingchuan hummed in agreement: "So you won't feel uncomfortable."
Summer Sleep: "It's okay to eat a little bit occasionally."
“I asked Wu Tian, and he said to avoid eating it if possible,” Zhou Pingchuan said casually. “Mianmian, come to the hospital with me tomorrow and let Wu Tian give you a thorough check-up.”
The chopsticks accidentally bumped against the edge of the bowl, making a "ding" sound.
Xia Mian then realized that this body was not his at all!
He may have some of the illnesses that he doesn't necessarily have during summer hibernation!
"...No need, I just checked a few days ago, nothing's changed, it's not serious, just keep paying attention. Aren't you taking me somewhere tomorrow? Where? Let me guess...to meet my mom?"
Seeing the boy's feigned composure, Zhou Pingchuan calmly said, "You'll know when we get there."
After finishing his vegetarian noodles, Zhou Pingchuan returned to his study to continue his work. Xia Mian asked the maid to prepare a hot bath for him.
His body ached all day, and he had to sit upright and maintain a perfect image in front of the camera, which made his back ache even more and his legs even more tired.
As he soaked in the bath, perhaps because it was so comfortable, or perhaps because he hadn't had red wine in a long time and was feeling a bit tipsy, he became dizzy again. In his hazy state, he saw Zhou Pingchuan standing by the bathtub, taking off his clothes one by one.
Xia Mian was so frightened that she stood up abruptly: "I told you I can't, I need to rest!"
Zhou Pingchuan took off his clothes to pull the person out. Seeing the child's alarmed expression, he couldn't help but tease him: "Really? I think you're pretty good."
Xia Mian darted out of the bathtub and grabbed a towel. But he was in such a hurry that he was all over the place, his top and bottom were exposed, and his bottom and top were exposed, no matter how he tried to cover himself, he couldn't hide his private parts.
Zhou Pingchuan hadn't intended to do anything; he knew he shouldn't be so demanding. But when he saw the other person's skin, pale from being soaked in water, and the still-present hickeys on their body, his eyes darkened.
“When we bought the house, the salesperson specifically introduced this bathtub, saying it could have many hidden functions,” Zhou Pingchuan stepped forward and pressed him against the bathroom wall. “Shall we give it a try?”
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