Chapter 48 is childish.
Xia Mian didn't have time to pay attention to Zhu Ziqi. He looked at Zhou Pingchuan, then at Cheng Qi, his face full of doubt: "Why didn't you leave?"
Cheng Qi sat in the passenger seat and glanced at Zhou Pingchuan through the rearview mirror. Seeing that the other party did not intend to reply, he touched his nose and said, "Hmm... I'll accompany him to see something good."
Good stuff… Given Zhou Pingchuan’s workaholic nature, it’s probably land or some kind of project. Xia Mian didn’t ask any more questions, slumped in her seat, and let out a long sigh.
Today, I endured almost all the slander I hadn't received in the previous twenty years, but fortunately, I finally managed to clear my name.
Oh right, there are still many details I don't know.
Xia Mian took out her phone, opened Weibo, and read through all the entries about "Infinite," finally figuring out what was going on.
Even if Zhou Pingchuan and Cheng Qi didn't take action, he had his own countermeasures, but they were definitely not as quick or effective as theirs.
He first said to Cheng Qi, "Thanks, Young Master Cheng."
"No problem, no problem," Cheng Qi accepted with a smile, "but this is just a small token; you should thank someone else."
Xia Mian isn't stupid. He and Cheng Qi are not related and have no connection. Cheng Qi has no need to help him. He must have released the banquet video because of Zhou Pingchuan.
He knew he should thank Zhou Pingchuan, but there were strangers in the car, and he opened his mouth but couldn't bring himself to say it.
Finally, he opened Zhou Pingchuan's WeChat and sent a meme of a cat lying on its back on the carpet, its fluffy white belly showing.
—I've already thanked you for the brooch, so thanking you again would be too formal. I might as well be a little cute.
Feeling his phone vibrate, Zhou Pingchuan glanced down at it and couldn't help but chuckle.
Seeing that Xia Mian didn't move, Cheng Qi got a little anxious and asked Zhou Pingchuan, "Xia—can I call you that?"
After receiving the other party's tacit approval, he urged, "Xia, hurry up."
“I thanked you,” Xia Mian said.
"Really? I didn't hear it."
“Really.” Xia Mian shoved the WeChat interface right in front of Cheng Qi. “Here.”
Cheng Qi glanced at the cat emoji and thought it was quite cute. But when he saw Xia Mian's nickname for Zhou Pingchuan, he thought it was even more damn cute.
"Hmm, you two know how to have fun," he commented.
Uh... I forgot about the notes!
Xia Mian jerked her phone back as if she'd been electrocuted, quickly locking the screen. Because she felt guilty, she pressed the buttons for too long and almost turned the phone off completely.
He secretly glanced at Zhou Pingchuan, who remained completely unmoved.
Zhou Pingchuan, a mature and busy man, probably doesn't have the time or interest to gossip about Cheng Qi's nickname for him, right?
"Hmm, probably not." Xia Mian concluded firmly.
Zhou Pingchuan came by private jet this time. Since it's a free flight, Xia Mian plans to return to Beijing with the two of them.
However, since his luggage was still at the hotel, the driver took him there to retrieve it. On his way upstairs, he ran into Chang Yi in the hallway.
Chang Yi is releasing a new album and needs to go out and promote it immediately. He opened his mouth as if he had a lot to say, but in the end he just gently bumped Xia Mian's shoulder: "Good luck, bro. Contact me anytime if you need anything."
The two exchanged contact information after running into Chang Yi in Nangang. Xia Mian hummed in agreement: "After I finish dealing with my affairs, I'll invite you to eat some vinegar."
Chang Yi is from Nangang and loves fermented rice wine, otherwise his sister wouldn't have arranged to treat them to fermented rice wine hot pot. He didn't expect him to remember that, and Chang Yi couldn't help but laugh: "OK."
When Xia Mian went downstairs after collecting her luggage, she ran into Zhang Yuno again.
She quickly called out to Xia Mian, "Xia, are you really not going to record the next dungeon?"
"I'm not recording anymore."
His tone was frank, without a trace of regret or grievance. Zhang Yuno felt much better: "I've followed you on Weibo. Do you not have any restrictions on private messages?"
She wanted to contact him via private message, but Xia Mian was both amused and exasperated: "Why send a private message? Just show me your WeChat QR code."
Zhang Yuno paused for a moment: "I thought..."
When they first joined the crew, Zhang Yuno and Zhu Ziqi were very close, and Zhang Yuno often ignored Xia Mian. This neglect can be considered a form of silent emotional abuse, or isolation.
She knew she had done something wrong and never imagined that Xia Mian would add her personal contact information.
In reality, Xia Mian would take revenge on the spot if she had a grudge, and Zhang Yuno was not like Zhu Ziqi who kept causing him trouble. Perhaps it was just that his core was not very stable and he was led astray by others. He did not dislike her.
"Hurry up!" Xia Mian urged.
Zhang Yuno quickly pulled up the QR code, and in addition to WeChat, they also exchanged phone numbers.
Two extremely busy people were waiting downstairs. Xia Mian didn't want to waste their time, so she chatted for a few minutes and then said goodbye.
Before entering the elevator, Zhang Yuno bit her lip and suddenly shouted, "Xia Mian, you must continue to be yourself!"
The elevator doors slowly closed, and Xia Mian smiled and agreed, "Okay."
Zhou Pingchuan's assistant had already applied for the flight route, and the three of them landed smoothly in Beijing late at night.
Cheng Qi and Zhou Pingchuan's car was already waiting at the airport. Cheng Qi planned to stay at the Zhou family's hotel, so the task of taking Xia Mian to the airport fell to Zhou Pingchuan.
Upon seeing him, driver Lao Wang was utterly shocked: "Aren't you Xia?! You're even more handsome in person than in your phone photos, you're really good-looking!"
This was the first time someone around him had recognized him, and Xia Mian was a little embarrassed: "Hello, I'm Xia Mian."
"You performed exceptionally well on the escape show, and so did we..."
Old Wang wanted to say, "I watch it with Jay Chou every day," but before he could say it, he felt a cold, knife-like light shoot towards him.
"Uh... with my daughter, my daughter and I watch it every day."
"Does your daughter like me too?" Xia Mian was a little flattered. He quickly turned around and rummaged through his backpack. "...Unfortunately, I didn't bring a pen and paper, so I can't sign anything. How about I give you your phone?"
Old Wang, unsure of what he was up to, handed over his phone as instructed. Xia Mian opened the camera and snapped a picture of herself.
"Here, this is for your daughter."
Old Wang had heard that this was a fan perk. Although he wasn't a fan of Xia Mian, it didn't stop him from grinning from ear to ear.
Who wouldn't be happy if a handsome little boy, whom you often see on your phone, took a picture with his phone that no one else has?
The car continued towards Xia Garden. Perhaps because they had spent too much time in Qingyun during the day, Zhou Pingchuan was still busy on the road even though it was very late, so Xia Mian wisely didn't talk to him.
The car was eerily quiet. Xia Mian fell asleep without realizing it, and Old Wang had to wake her up. They each carried a suitcase into Xia Garden, and when they opened the villa door, they found the Xia couple had just finished their business and were heading back to sleep.
Tang Wenhua stood at the door of the study on the second floor and asked in surprise, "Mianmian is back. And who is this...?"
Xia Mian was dazed and slow to react. Old Wang didn't know Xia Mian's relationship with the Xia family, and naturally didn't recognize Tang Wenhua. He carefully replied, "Madam, I am Mr. Zhou's driver."
"Chairman Zhou... Zhou Pingchuan!" Tang Wenhua hurriedly ran downstairs: "Where is Chairman Zhou? Why don't you come in and sit down?"
"It's too late, Mr. Jay Chou doesn't want to disturb your rest."
Indeed, the kitchen staff would have closed long ago by this time, and it would be easy to be poorly entertained if they came. Tang Wenhua smiled and said, "Then please ask the chef to pass on a message to Mr. Zhou for me. It has been a long time since we last saw Mr. Zhou, and we would like to invite him over for a meal."
"Yes, madam, I will certainly pass it on."
The Xia family servants took Xia Mian's luggage, and Old Wang, having completed his task, quickly returned to his car.
In the back row, Zhou Pingchuan was still working. Old Wang whispered, "Chairman Zhou, a lady from Xia Garden just said she'd like to invite you to dinner at the Xia family home."
Zhou Pingchuan: "Hmm."
"Hmm" indicates that he already knows. Old Wang knows what to say and what not to say, so he naturally wouldn't ask the boss: Do you want to go or not?
He started the car and headed home. Feeling a bit sleepy, he couldn't help but yawn.
Afraid of disturbing his boss, he glanced back furtively. He saw that the other person looked displeased and seemed unhappy.
Xia Mian hadn't said a word since getting in the car, so it couldn't be Xia Mian's fault. That meant he was the only one left in the car...
Could it be... could it be that Jay Chou is unhappy because of his "daughter"?
Heaven help him, how could he dare treat Jay Chou like his own daughter! He couldn't appease Xia Mian without saying that!
Having spent a long time by Zhou Pingchuan's side, he knew that the other party wouldn't get so angry over such a small matter, but he still had to explain, so he chuckled and said, "Mr. Zhou, I just got carried away with what I said earlier, I hope you don't mind what I said about 'daughter'."
"It doesn't matter."
The sound still doesn't make me happy. What else could be wrong? Old Wang racked his brains, trying to recall carefully.
In a sudden moment, a flash of inspiration struck!
"Mr. Jay, I'll send you the photos that Mr. Xia took."
After speaking, without waiting for Zhou Pingchuan to respond, he swiftly selected a photo, clicked send, and completed the operation in a series of smooth and efficient steps.
"Buzz—" The vibration sound rang out, and Zhou Pingchuan picked up his phone and glanced at it.
The boy tilted his head slightly, made a peace sign in front of his chest, and had a natural curve at the corner of his eye. He looked like he was trying to be cool, but he couldn't hide the natural babyishness he exuded.
childish.
That's right, it really is—Old Wang, who had been secretly observing, breathed a sigh of relief—he had finally managed to make his boss happy!
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