Chapter 9 Sorry, I don't care about my ex-boyfriend's opinion.
After the agreement was reached, Zhou Pingchuan instructed his steward to send the person away.
In the past, no matter which friend's house she visited, she would always see them off to their car at the end. But Zhou Pingchuan didn't even say goodbye, which made Xia Mian feel a little uncomfortable.
As he walked with the butler through the Zhou residence, he felt the soreness spreading through his calves and silently cursed the designer in his heart. He guessed that the designer was probably a fitness fanatic who wouldn't be happy unless he did an hour of cardio every day.
As they were cursing, they bumped into someone.
I ran into Zhou Ting three times in two days; it really proves the old saying, "enemies always meet on a narrow road."
Zhou Ting was clearly taken aback; he hadn't expected Xia Mian to actually come to the appointment.
"Zhou Ting, you're not with Ming Zhao?" Xia Mian asked, forcing a polite greeting.
When the master of the house spoke, the butler respectfully stepped aside.
“Mingzhao has gone home,” Zhou Ting said. “Xia Mian, I had no choice but to cooperate with you yesterday. I hope you can really live your own life as you said and stop bothering me.”
Having heard this countless times, Xia Mian was getting a little impatient: "Why are you so long-winded? You don't need to 'hope' me. I said I wouldn't pester you, and that's final. Your third uncle and I have already reached an agreement, so you can relax now."
Zhou Ting's face instantly darkened: "You really want to marry my third uncle?"
Xia Mian: "Yes."
Zhou Ting: "Xia Mian, you...!"
Xia Mian: "What about me?"
Zhou Ting gritted his teeth, and after a moment uttered eight words: "Fickle and shameless!"
aestivation:"???"
Are you alright?
Yesterday he called him vulgar, today he said he was fickle and shameless. Xia Mian had to exert a lot of effort to suppress the urge to give him a beating with the iron fist of socialism.
First, if a fight really breaks out, it will be difficult to explain to Zhou Pingchuan if this happens at Zhou's residence.
Secondly, Zhou Ting is, after all, Zhou Pingchuan's nephew. If he interferes, the marriage alliance might face unforeseen circumstances.
Third, and most importantly, if the protagonist (the dominant one) gets angry and whispers something in the ear of the submissive protagonist (the submissive one), and the submissive protagonist then whispers something in the ear of Zhou Pingchuan, his life will still be in danger.
Xia Mian hesitated, closed her eyes, and forced herself to regain her composure: "Sorry, I don't care about my ex-boyfriend's opinion. I'm leaving."
They didn't care at all.
It's like punching cotton.
Watching his figure walk further and further away, Zhou Ting frowned, feeling inexplicably troubled.
In the meeting room, Zhou Pingchuan pinched the bridge of his nose, intending to hold another meeting.
I was busy until almost 11 o'clock when I received a call from my wet nurse, Xue Chunling: "Pingchuan, did you attend A-Ting's engagement party today?"
"I participated."
Xue Chunling: How are you feeling?
"It all depends on what the younger generation likes."
“Hey, Ah Ting is only twenty-five and he’s already engaged. When are you going to find someone? If you ask me, don’t be too picky. Just someone gentle, sensible, and caring is fine. You don’t lack anything else, so you don’t need to think about it.”
Gentle, sensible, and caring, Zhou Pingchuan looked at the pastry that had been half-eaten by a certain child.
It seems to have nothing to do with it at all.
Hearing his wet nurse's voice, Zhou Pingchuan relaxed. He threw his cane aside, took off his gloves, and said, "Aunt Xue, I've found a marriage partner."
Xue Chunling seemed a little stunned, and it took her a while to process this incredible good news: "You have someone you like? Really! Who is it? Oh my, this old woman has finally waited for this day! I thought I wouldn't see you get married before I die!"
“Please don’t say that,” Zhou Pingchuan frowned slightly, “It’s another Xia Mian from the Xia family.”
Xue Chunling was beaming with joy: "It seems the Xia family has done a good job raising two fine sons. Alright, alright, you two must get along well and spend more time with them, instead of just throwing yourselves into work every day."
"I understand," Zhou Pingchuan said, not wanting to say more, and changed the subject, "How have you been feeling lately?"
"I'm so happy to hear your good news! Bring that child over so I can see him sometime."
"Great, I was just thinking about drinking Aunt Xue's soup."
"Come on, there's plenty of soup!"
Zhou Pingchuan was the posthumous son of Old Master Zhou, and was raised by his wet nurse. The two were as close as mother and son. Unfortunately, Aunt Xue was getting old, so Zhou Pingchuan did not let her continue to serve him, but arranged for her to live out her days in a place with a suitable climate.
In recent years, Xue Chunling's health has deteriorated day by day, and she was recently diagnosed with a terminal illness. If it weren't for her constant nagging in his ear that she wanted to see him start his own family before she was buried, he would never have considered getting married.
However, Xia Mian does indeed meet the requirements.
After Zhou Ting proposed a marriage alliance with Xia Mingzhao, the Zhou family conducted background checks on the Xia family.
The background check stated that Xia's newly found son was introverted, honest, and dull-witted, with nothing to offer except for his appearance. Zhou Pingchuan didn't see the first two adjectives at all, but his appearance and demeanor were indeed presentable.
Moreover, through contact, he discovered that the other party was impatient and blindly confident.
Being impatient is a major taboo. Such people are the easiest to control. They can be used when needed, but when they are no longer useful, they won't even know how they died.
As for money—it doesn't matter. For him, money is the cheapest thing. As long as it doesn't involve power, he can spend money however he wants.
Thinking of the child's lively expression as he raised his chin when making demands, Zhou Pingchuan closed his eyes and couldn't help but chuckle.
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