Chapter 243 Plain Face
Xia Mian didn't know how things had developed to this point. He couldn't help but look forward to the moment he would finally get Zhou Pingchuan. But the later stages of Zhou Pingchuan were just too torturous.
In short, when he opened his eyes again, it was already midnight.
He bent his knees, trying to adjust to the soreness in his lower body. Once he could finally move, he rolled over, and his stomach growled again with the movement.
My last meal was dinner at 7 p.m. last night, a full 28 hours ago.
In other words, aside from sleeping, Zhou Pingchuan tirelessly tormented him for at least a dozen hours, time and time again!
Calling him a dog is an understatement—Zhou Pingchuan is nothing short of a beast!
In order to control her figure, Xia Mian only drinks one cup of Italian coffee every morning since she entered the entertainment industry. Over time, she has developed many stomach problems and is prone to acid reflux when she is hungry for a long time.
At this moment, he was in a state of extreme physical exhaustion, mental lethargy, and excessive stomach acid secretion. He definitely wouldn't make it to tomorrow morning without eating something.
Xia Mian slowly shuffled towards the edge of the bed, making very small movements. Finally, she managed to sit up and put on her slippers.
Suddenly, Death's voice called from behind: "Where are you going?"
Xia Mianhu's body trembled, and he pleaded, "Please let me go, I really can't take it anymore."
His voice was so hoarse it sounded like he was crying. Zhou Pingchuan stood up and looked him over carefully: "I asked you where you were going."
As a result, Xia Mian became even more frightened and scrambled to the door: "I'm going to get something to eat... I'm having a hypoglycemic episode, don't mess with me, or I'll die."
Seeing the child's wary expression, Zhou Pingchuan sighed. He admitted it was his fault for asking too many times this time.
Zhou Pingchuan also got out of bed and walked towards the door, unbuttoning his pajamas as he went.
Xia Mian's wariness intensified, and she shrank back slightly: "...What are you doing?"
"Tell the housekeeper to get you some food."
"It's late at night, don't bother them, I can just eat something by myself—don't come any closer!" Xia Mian was shocked to see Zhou Pingchuan take off his pajamas.
Zhou Pingchuan glanced at the boy, draped his pajamas over his shoulders, opened the door, and went out.
Xia Mian had been completely naked since waking up. His undergarments from last night had given way, and they were all destroyed.
The pajamas were warm from her body heat, and Xia Mian breathed a sigh of relief.
It's safe for now.
Xia Mian buttoned up Zhou Pingchuan's pajamas, grabbed a pair of pajama pants from the dressing room, and after getting dressed, went down to the first floor in the elevator. The kitchen light was on, and Zhou Pingchuan was standing in front of the stove, where the pot was bubbling and steaming.
Xia Mian leaned closer and saw that he was cooking noodles. She was surprised and asked, "You can cook?"
Zhou Pingchuan cracked two eggs into the noodles: "I made this a few times when I was studying abroad. My skills are just so-so. You'll have to make do with this."
So Zhou Pingchuan got up to cook noodles for him. Xia Mian touched her chest, which was swollen and bulging, and immediately decided to forgive this big beast.
After the noodles were cooked, Zhou Pingchuan chopped some scallions and sprinkled them on top. Just looking at the appearance made Xia Mian's stomach rumble uncontrollably.
Zhou Pingchuan brought the noodles to the table. Xia Mian took a bite and had to admit that smart people can do anything well. This bowl of vegetarian noodles could be described as having perfect color, aroma, and taste. He was jealous but also slurped up a big mouthful.
"Eat slowly, no one's going to take it from you." Zhou Pingchuan smiled as he watched the boy wolf down his food.
Xia Mian was terribly hungry and, disregarding etiquette, asked between chews, "Aren't you hungry?"
I'm not hungry.
"Then I won't be polite." With that, Xia Mian devoured the noodles in less than five minutes, leaving only the soup and two egg yolks.
Zhou Pingchuan: "So you don't eat egg yolks."
"I have cholecystitis and gallbladder polyps. Eating too many egg yolks makes me feel uncomfortable. It's been a problem for many years, so don't worry." Xia Mian yawned as she spoke, feeling a little dizzy from eating too fast.
Zhou Pingchuan nodded slightly, picked up the bowl very naturally, leaned back at the table, and slowly ate the two egg yolks with his chopsticks.
Due to family circumstances, Xia Mian suffers from many common ailments of the wealthy second generation, including severe mysophobia and a refusal to eat other people's leftovers—nor is there any need for her to.
Zhou Pingchuan was the same; his germaphobia was even more severe than his, but Zhou Pingchuan still ate his leftovers.
Hugging, kissing, and making love are not considered the ultimate intimacy in Xia Mian's eyes; sharing food so casually is what truly counts.
"Want another bowl?" Xia Mian asked knowingly, wanting a definite answer from Zhou Pingchuan. "Don't you think I'm dirty?"
Zhou Pingchuan glanced at him: "I've eaten dirtier things, so what's leftovers?"
aestivation:"......"
He has no need to have any expectations of large livestock production!
With their stomachs soothed, drowsiness crept in, and the two put the pot and dishes in the sink before going back to their bedroom to brush their teeth and go to sleep.
Lying in bed, Xia Mian inexplicably thought of the couple at the company again, snuggling into Zhou Pingchuan's arms: "Brother Chuan, if we keep seeing each other less and less, will you fall for someone else?"
"I will remain chaste for you."
The experience of that day and night can only be described as unbearable to recall. Xia Mian retracted what she had said before: "...No need for that. Don't be polite with me. If you need anything, just do it yourself. I have no objection."
Can I call you?
Why are you making a phone call? Xia Mian's mind was a complete mess, it had stopped working: "Call me anytime when you're not working, I can afford the phone bill."
After eight days apart, they immediately got to work. Xia Mian still had many things to share with Zhou Pingchuan, and she grumbled on and on like a fussy little baby.
Finally, Xia Mian suddenly remembered: "Oh right, I have to go to Nangang to pick up my mother."
When the sweltering heat arrives, with an average temperature of 35 or 36 degrees Celsius in Nangang, he fears that Ren Xiping will not be able to withstand it.
"I've already brought them back."
"Huh?" Xia Mian asked in surprise, "Why didn't my mom tell me?"
“Actually, it’s not her fault, sigh,” Xia Mian sighed, “It’s my fault. For a while, I was preoccupied with the divorce and didn’t dare contact her. I was afraid she would sense something was wrong, afraid she would find out that our relationship had changed, afraid she would ask…”
At this point, Xia Mian suddenly fell silent.
"What are you afraid she'll ask?" Zhou Pingchuan pressed.
"I'm afraid she'll ask...when are we getting married?"
It has been more than half a year since the engagement, and it is only right and proper that the final ceremony be held.
In the past, the wedding was like a thorn stuck in Xia Mian's heart, and every time it was mentioned, it would cause her internal turmoil.
After they reconciled, he came to terms with it. A wedding is just a ceremony. They're both so busy with work; there's no need to be so fixated on it. The most important thing is to keep liking each other.
Zhou Pingchuan kissed him on the forehead: "I've seen your schedule. You don't have any activities the day after tomorrow. Come with me to a place."
"Um."
Xia Mian slept soundly until dawn, her face ashen and pale as if drained of all her life force by a female ghost, requiring a makeup artist's skillful touch to restore her youthful appearance. Zhou Pingchuan, on the other hand, was full of energy and continued his business conquests.
After finishing a meeting in the morning, Zhou Pingchuan received a medical examination report from Director Wu. He read it from beginning to end and found no gallbladder-related diseases except for some malnutrition.
—This is Xia Mian's medical examination report.
Zhou Pingchuan frowned. The hospital where Director Wu worked was highly reputable; a misdiagnosis was unlikely. He thought for a moment, then called Ren Xiping: "Mom, does Mianmian have gallbladder disease?"
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