Chapter 207 Lingering Feelings
Xia Mian raised his hand and placed it on his left chest. For some reason, there was a pain there, like a silkworm being peeled away. It wasn't intense, but it kept spreading to his limbs and bones, making his whole body ache, even his fingertips.
He bit his lip, trying hard not to make a sound. What sound did he want to make? He didn't really know.
Just as he didn't know why he would feel heartache even though he had clearly anticipated that Zhou Pingchuan would fall in love with Xia Mingzhao.
Just as he didn't know, even though the wall had been built, where did that inexplicable sadness that was about to overwhelm him come from?
No, no, after half a minute of being coy, he quickly pinched himself awake.
Now is not the time to be sad—he absolutely cannot let Zhou Pingchuan and Xia Mingzhao continue like this; he doesn't want to die yet.
Moreover, he now has nearly ten million followers across the internet, making him a well-known figure. If rumors of him being cheated on spread, how will his fans view him? How will bystanders ridicule him?
Those who have always hated him should be celebrating with champagne, right?
Those two must be stopped!
But he couldn't act too aggressively. If Zhou Pingchuan had already fallen for him and took the opportunity to kick him out or even kill him, that wouldn't be what he wanted.
He thought for a moment, then took off his shoes, threw them on the ground, and deliberately made a yawning sound like he was stretching.
Xia Mingzhao, who was close to the cubicle, heard the sound and asked curiously, "Mr. Zhou, did you hear that? It sounds like someone's in the office."
Zhou Pingchuan's mind stirred slightly, and he got up and walked towards the cubicle. He had only gone halfway when Xia Mian opened the door first.
The boy, seemingly still half asleep, rubbed his eyes as he opened the door, feigning surprise: "Hey, Mingzhao, what are you doing at Kepler?"
There are cubicles in the office? Is that cubicle where Zhou Pingchuan usually rests?
Why was Xia Mian in the cubicle, and did Zhou Pingchuan know?
A fleeting moment of embarrassment crossed Xia Mingzhao's face, but it was only for a moment before he quickly regained his composure: "I'm here for an internship."
“An internship, huh?” Xia Mian walked past Xia Mingzhao and took Zhou Pingchuan’s arm. “That’s perfect. I heard that the housekeeper, Brother Chuan, hadn’t eaten dinner, so I brought some food over. Have you eaten yet? If not, stay and have some with us.”
He acted like the host.
Xia Mingzhao's gaze fell on the two people's arms linked together, and her eyes felt dry and stinging as if they had been pierced by a bright light.
“Oh right, I forgot to ask,” Xia Mian looked up at Zhou Pingchuan, “What position did you arrange for Mingzhao? Don’t choose one that’s too tiring. Mingzhao is newly married and definitely wants to focus on her family. Don’t interfere with her family life.”
Zhou Pingchuan looked down. The boy must have just woken up; his hair was still damp with sweat. He stared at him with his dark, bright eyes, and his innocent and charming demeanor left no room for argument.
They hadn't seen each other for a month.
For the past month, his work and life have remained unchanged, without any major ups and downs. He only occasionally thinks of Xia Mian.
So even though he knew he was acting, Zhou Pingchuan still responded seriously, "Okay."
Xia Mian hadn't expected Zhou Pingchuan to answer; in his mind, Zhou Pingchuan would definitely give him a cold look and remain silent.
Of course, better cooperation is always better. Xia Mian then turned to Xia Mingzhao and smiled sweetly: "Mingzhao, come and eat."
"You guys eat, I'm not eating."
"Have something to eat. I don't know if you've ever experienced the cooking skills in Longxi's kitchen, but I'm not just bragging, they're absolutely amazing."
"Thank you, but I really don't want to eat," Xia Mingzhao said to Zhou Pingchuan without even looking at Xia Mian. "Chairman Zhou, I'm going back now. Call me anytime if you need anything."
After saying that, Xia Mingzhao quickly left the office.
Xia Mian watched Xia Mingzhao's retreating figure.
They're gone.
At least the story won't develop any further today.
Xia Mian let out a soft sigh of relief, intending to find some water to drink. She had just woken up and had talked so much; her throat was terribly dry.
As a result, he turned around and bumped straight into Zhou Pingchuan's arms!
"Have you seen enough?" Zhou Pingchuan asked.
"What do you mean, 'haven't you seen enough'... What are you standing here for?"
"Waiting for you to eat."
aestivation:"......"
nerve.
I don't know what brand the insulated lunchbox Uncle Li brought was, but it kept the food warm very well. Xia Mian originally wanted to go to the tea break area to find a microwave to heat it up, but when she opened the lid, the food was still warm and just right to eat.
Two bowls, two pairs of chopsticks. Xia Mian was in a daze for a moment, feeling as if they had never experienced that month of separation. It was as if they had just said goodbye and then reunited in the spring when everything was reviving.
But many things are different now.
Xia Mian had little appetite, picked up a piece of bok choy, and took a light bite: "Mingzhao... how long have you been here?"
Zhou Pingchuan: "Are you talking to me?"
"Is there anyone else in the office?"
Zhou Pingchuan: "No title, no beginning or end, I thought you were asking the air."
Xia Mian, who was already feeling melancholic, was immediately enraged by his sarcastic remarks.
"So what? You'd be happy if I called you 'Chairman Jay' just like Mingzhao did?"
“No need for that, we’re not in a working relationship,” Zhou Pingchuan suggested. “You can use the same form of address as before.”
The way you addressed me just now...
Just now, in the heat of the moment, in order to express affection, he called Zhou Pingchuan "Brother Chuan".
Xia Mian knew what Zhou Pingchuan wanted to hear, but to be honest, he couldn't say it right now.
So she simply stopped talking.
Zhou Pingchuan glanced at him, put down his chopsticks, and put away his lunchbox.
On their way home, the two remained silent.
Before going to sleep, Xia Mian looked at the waning moon outside and suddenly said, "Third Master, from the time we met until now, do you think I'm a bad person?"
Zhou Pingchuan answered quickly: "No."
"If... I mean if, we reach a point where we have no choice but to separate, will you let me go?"
Zhou Pingchuan suddenly opened his eyes and turned to Xia Mian: "Why do you ask that?"
The gaze was so intense it felt like it was tangible, almost piercing right through him. Xia Mian's hair stood on end. "...Nothing, just curious."
curious?
If you have no intention of leaving, why are you curious about the cost of leaving?
Zhou Pingchuan closed his eyes briefly, his imposing aura instantly vanishing. He remained calm for half a minute before saying, "Today in the office, you asked me when Xia Mingzhao arrived."
Xia Mian couldn't understand why he changed the subject, and his hair still stood on end. He didn't dare to continue the conversation and honestly replied, "Well, I didn't expect him to come to Kepler for an internship. I thought he would join Xia's company."
“He came with Zhou Ting.”
"I see," Xia Mian said, not caring who he came with, but rather the timing. The shorter the time, the less likely Zhou Pingchuan had already fallen for Xia Mingzhao. "When did they arrive?"
"After the Lantern Festival."
Oops!
It's been over a month!
Xia Mian grew increasingly uneasy, but he couldn't let Zhou Pingchuan see it, so he pretended to be casual and said, "That means Zhou Ting didn't attend any classes in the new semester and resigned to join the company directly, with Mingzhao accompanying him."
Xia Mian kept mentioning Zhou Ting, trying to remind Zhou Pingchuan that she was his niece-in-law!
Zhou Pingchuan closed his eyes again, almost losing control of his emotions.
They even knew exactly whether Zhou Ting would attend classes in the new semester.
In short, Xia Mian still harbors feelings for Zhou Ting.
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