Chapter 228 Fight Back
What does "send it back" mean?
Xia Mian had a crazy idea: "You mean... I... um... your mouth?"
"Otherwise, where else do you want 'that'?"
Xia Mian never denied the gap between herself and Zhou Pingchuan. Whether it was aura or physical strength, Zhou Pingchuan was an overwhelming force to her.
But it is impossible for them to admit it on the surface.
"I can go wherever I want," Xia Mian said matter-of-factly. "Do you think you're better than me?"
Zhou Pingchuan glanced at him, his voice seductive: "If I'm not as strong as you, I'll listen to you."
This person... is actually not playing by the rules!
Summer hibernation suddenly swelled up, affecting everything in my mind and elsewhere.
The sudden change made him a little embarrassed. Afraid of being discovered, he darted around with his eyes. When he turned to the front, he suddenly realized that, perhaps because his attention had been focused on escaping danger, the partition between the cockpit and the back seats hadn't been lowered.
At this moment, Old Wang, who was sitting in the driver's seat, had heard their conversation clearly and was looking at them with a look that was three parts strange, three parts fright, and four parts incredulous.
Damn, Zhou Pingchuan is such a scourge!
Xia Mian gritted his teeth and closed the partition. After the two worlds were completely separated, he raised his neck, wanting to give Zhou Pingchuan a good scolding.
Turning around, he found that the person who was always aloof and noble, firmly in the center of power, was now kneeling on one knee.
"Want to fight here?" Zhou Pingchuan asked in a low voice.
"...What do you mean 'fight'? What do you mean 'here'? What are you talking about?!" Xia Mian swallowed hard.
Zhou Pingchuan held up his shiny fingers to his eyes: "You should understand."
Oh my god, why did I wear open-crotch underwear and zippered cargo pants today? If I didn't wear these, the scoundrel wouldn't be able to get away with it so easily!
Xia Mian was filled with remorse. She whispered for Zhou Pingchuan to get lost, while covering her zipper and backing away. But where could she possibly retreat to in the cramped back seat?
Ultimately, they will all fall back into Zhou Pingchuan's hands.
Zhou Pingchuan lifted his leg and placed it on his shoulder: "Mianmian, I said, it's up to you from now on."
......
"Mianmian, we're home." Zhou Pingchuan reminded her as the car drove into the familiar garage.
The reading lights were off inside the car, with only scattered light from the starry sky ceiling. Xia Mian's eyes were unfocused, and she leaned against the back of the seat like a piece of dehydrated seaweed, her hair wet in clumps, looking extremely disheveled.
He didn't quite hear him: "Huh?"
“I told you we’re home, get off the bus now,” Zhou Pingchuan repeated with exceptional patience.
Xia Mian tried to sit up straight, but he hadn't experienced excitement in a long time, which made him too tense. After relaxing, he felt limp and weak all over, and he fell back down after getting up.
Zhou Pingchuan sighed softly, stuffed the soiled tissue into his pocket, straightened the boy's clothes, got off the bus first, and then gently picked him up.
"What are you doing!" Xia Mian, a grown man, was too embarrassed to be princess-carried and cried out in terror, "Put me down! I can walk by myself!"
Zhou Pingchuan ignored him and carried him directly onto the elevator. Because of his leg ailment, Zhou Pingchuan walked very slowly, but step by step, he was steady and determined.
A solid sense of security.
Upon entering the master bedroom, the bathtub was full of water, and the temperature was two degrees higher than usual, which helped relieve fatigue.
Zhou Pingchuan must have given instructions to the servants beforehand.
Xia Mian increasingly felt like a beast, always picking on Zhou Pingchuan's little flaws to the point of ignoring his meticulousness and thoughtfulness.
Ahhh, Zhou Pingchuan is so wonderful!
It's a pity that such a good person is already his.
Hehehe!
Xia Mian thought, perhaps... she could try to take the relationship a step further.
While he was taking a shower and making plans, Xia Mingzhao sent Zhou Pingchuan a message:
"Third Master, Mianmian asked me for the items from the last auction today. Since the items are with Zhou Ting, and he hasn't been home for the past few days, we might have to wait until he returns before we can deliver them to you."
Xia Mingzhao didn't have Zhou Pingchuan's WeChat, so this message was sent via text. Zhou Pingchuan narrowed his eyes, too lazy to type, and called back directly.
The call was answered quickly: "Third Master, I didn't even dare to call you, and you actually called back! I... I thought you wouldn't contact me again!"
Her voice trembled and was somewhat hoarse, as if she had just been crying, and her aggrieved expression evoked pity.
Zhou Pingchuan's tone was as usual: "How so?"
"Today, Mianmian came to me aggressively asking for the auction items. I guess he might have misunderstood you. I'm really sorry that I caused this friction between you. These are your things after all. No matter what you say, I should have just returned them to you. I shouldn't have kept them. It's all my fault. I hope you won't be angry with Mianmian. He can be quite rude when he's in a hurry, but he's a good person."
This statement first clarifies that Zhou Pingchuan intended to leave the items with him, but Xia Mian aggressively demanded them back, leaving him feeling wronged. Even in this unjust situation, his concern remained for "not causing friction in other people's relationships" and "please don't misunderstand my brother who has no blood relation to me," demonstrating his kindness, gentleness, and magnanimity.
He swallows all his grievances himself; who wouldn't like such a perfect boy?
After saying this, Xia Mingzhao actually squeezed out a few tears. He covered his mouth, allowing only a few sobs to be heard through the microphone.
But what Zhou Pingchuan said next made his tears freeze on his face.
“Mr. Xia Mingzhao, I think you may have misunderstood. First of all, those auctioned items originally belonged to Xia Mian, so it's normal for him to ask you for them back. Besides, you offered to return them to him voluntarily, so how can you say you were aggressive?”
"Secondly, he didn't misunderstand me. Our family relationship can be resolved by ourselves. We don't need your speculation or your efforts to maintain it. Please take back your kindness."
"Finally, in my opinion, Xia Mian is sincere and frank, and he is good at solving problems through his own efforts rather than spreading rumors, which are very valuable qualities. Not to mention that he is superior to you in appearance, taste, personality, and work ability. You have no right to judge him, and of course, neither do I. So please focus on yourself and put your energy into your own life."
After saying the last word, Zhou Pingchuan had exhausted his already dwindling patience and hung up the phone. Actually, he had overheard Xia Mian and Xia Mingzhao's conversation in the break room earlier that day, and he could sense that Xia Mian harbored hostility towards Xia Mingzhao.
Including yesterday, after the two of them had a frank conversation, he learned that Xia Mian thought he and Xia Mingzhao were having an affair. He rarely had contact with Xia Mingzhao, and Xia Mian's conjecture was arbitrary and certain.
It's as if...we already have some substantial evidence.
But clearly, apart from their time at the company and during their trip to Paris, he and Xia Mingzhao never had a single photo together, nor did they have any financial dealings, let alone being secretly photographed while eating or staying in a hotel.
Zhou Pingchuan pressed his temples, having been pondering this since yesterday, but still unable to find a solution. He had asked Xia Mian, but she was evasive and refused to answer, leaving him to find the answer himself.
But no matter what, the problem definitely lies with Xia Mingzhao. Actually, he had just wanted to kick Xia Mingzhao out of Kepler, but having this person by his side was better than kicking him out and having him run wild or even harm Xia Mian.
...What exactly is it?
Zhou Pingchuan was puzzled. On the other end, Xia Mingzhao was holding his phone, completely unable to believe that Zhou Pingchuan would treat him like this.
He didn't know why, but he always felt that Zhou Pingchuan liked him. But someone who liked him wouldn't say such harsh words to him.
It must be Xia Mian who's behind this. Xia Mingzhao gripped her phone tightly; on the screen, that pretty little face was distorted in a frightening way.
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