Chapter 178 Duty
Having received Zhou Pingchuan's promise, Xia Mian quickly called the driver. The driver was sent by the film crew and was not a member of Xia Mian's team, so he was naturally happy to take a day off for free and readily agreed.
Xia Mian then asked Zhou Pingchuan to adjust the position of his mask to cover his face more completely before taking the new "driver" downstairs to get his bag and change clothes.
Then he bumped into Ji Cen, who was standing at the door, debating whether to continue waiting.
"Where have you been, Xia?" Ji Cen paused, seeing the heavily armed stranger behind them. "And who is this...?"
“Uh, driver, yes, driver,” Xia Mian’s clever little mind turned around, “It turns out that the original driver had something to do at home and took a day off, so I quickly asked the company to send me a new driver. He just arrived this morning. I went out just now to pick him up.”
Ji Cen glanced up and down at the man following Xia Mian and was taken aback. Whose driver is dressed so elegantly?!
Although the coat she was wearing had no logo and the brand was not obvious, the cut and style were clearly from Savile Row in London. The leather shoes were from Tricker's, a brand favored by the British Royal Family. The sunglasses were an unusual style, resembling those commonly used by aviators, offering excellent sun protection and wind protection.
As a public figure, and a fairly well-known one at that, Ji Cen comes into contact with many people and has his own way of judging and dealing with them. This man has such a noble air about him; he doesn't seem like a driver at all.
Instead of the approachable and friendly demeanor of someone from humble beginnings, they give off an air of arrogance and disdain, as if they've long held a high position.
Could it be that Xia Mian's agency simply couldn't spare a driver, so they transferred the company's CEO's driver to help out?
Besides the assistant, the driver is one of the most important people around the boss. He often accompanies the boss to high-end places, so it's normal for him to develop excellent taste and demeanor. Even his outfit might have been a gift from the boss.
Yes, that should be it.
After all, Xia Mian has that powerful figure behind him, so it wouldn't be unreasonable to give him any kind of person to use.
Ji Cen was quite satisfied with his deduction, but then he realized something: "Wait a minute, Xia. You went out to pick someone up, why did you bring them upstairs?"
"...I pressed the wrong floor and got off at the wrong elevator. Don't say anything now, or we'll both get yelled at. Wait two minutes, I'll grab something and be right back!"
Fearing that further explanation would expose the truth, Xia Mian pretended to be very anxious and rushed into the house. Fortunately, Ji Cen was also anxious and did not stop him to ask questions, thus avoiding this predicament.
When they got downstairs, the driver had already left. Zhou Pingchuan got into the driver's seat and began to play the role of driver.
This is a seven-seater minivan. To protect passenger privacy, there is a partition between the driver and the rear seats that covers the driver's chest and below, but his head is exposed.
Upon seeing the unfamiliar deliveryman, Li Zi, who had just returned from buying coffee, naturally expressed her doubts. Xia Mian used the same excuse she had used to appease Ji Cen to deceive her. Li Zi was skeptical; after all, as an assistant, the company would handle such trivial matters for her, not bother the artist. However, she didn't argue with Xia Mian. She maintained an almost pure trust in Xia Mian; as long as she was safe, everything else was minor.
Da Huang was catching up on sleep in the last row. Once everyone was there, Zhou Pingchuan started the car and headed towards the film set.
Ji Cen remembered that he hadn't greeted the new driver yet, so he moved closer to Xia Mian in the first row and asked, "Master, what is your surname?"
Upon hearing the word "master," Xia Mian's knee reflexively twitched.
Looking through the rearview mirror, Zhou Pingchuan looked at the first row: "No need for formalities, my surname is Zhou."
Upon hearing "Zhou," Xia Mian's knees twitched reflexively again.
Ji Cen: "Ah, Master Zhou. Yunshan just had a blizzard, and all roads are closed. How did you get here?"
Zhou Pingchuan: "Fly a helicopter."
Summer's knee twitched again.
"Wow, no wonder he's the boss's driver, he can even fly a helicopter." Ji Cen's eyes widened in amazement: "You must have gone to a lot of trouble to come to Yunshan. This place is remote and resources are scarce, so it's extremely difficult to get a helicopter and contact a helipad to land in a short period of time."
Xia Mian realized that Zhou Pingchuan seemed to have no intention of concealing his identity at all. He was really afraid that Zhou Pingchuan would say something shocking, and before the other party could answer, his knee twitched again.
Zhou Pingchuan only said four words: "It's my duty."
That's true. As an employee, whatever the boss asks him to do, he has to find a way to complete the task. Ji Cen nodded in agreement, but Xia Mian, the only one who knew the inside story, didn't quite understand.
Duties? Zhou Pingchuan has no duties whatsoever; he's not a real driver.
"Xia, what's wrong with your leg?" Ji Cen noticed the strange behavior of the person next to him and asked with concern, "It's twitching."
His thoughts were interrupted, and Xia Mian replied perfunctorily, "I might have caught a chill; I'm having some cramps."
"Director Gao is right, you're really fragile. Will heating it up help?"
As he spoke, Ji Cen reached out and actually tried to warm Xia Mian's hands with his own!
Just before Ji Cen could touch Xia Mian's knee, the car swerved wildly. Ji Cen, who was sitting on the outside, would have been thrown to the ground if he hadn't been wearing a seatbelt!
"...What's wrong?" He gripped the handrail, his face turning pale with fright.
"We've arrived," Zhou Pingchuan said calmly.
"Oh. Let's get off the bus then, and go do our makeup."
Unlike the city at the foot of the mountain, the mountain is a real-life film set built in advance by the crew of "Legend of the Dragon". There is no heating or underfloor heating installed, and the rooms are drafty. They usually rely on small heaters and hot air blowers for warmth.
There was no electricity yesterday, and the dressing room was empty all night. When I walked in today, it was as cold as an icebox. Da Huang couldn't do his makeup at all. There wasn't enough time to wait for the room to warm up, so Da Huang decided to go back to the car to do his makeup.
To avoid ruining her makeup, she had to put on her costume before applying makeup. Chestnut took out her ironed costume and asked, "Master Zhou, does the car have privacy curtains?"
"No."
"Could you please come to the back and help us cover up? My artist needs to change clothes."
Zhou Pingchuan followed instructions and went to the back seat. Only then did Li Zi realize that the new driver was so tall that even the luxury van seemed cramped to him.
"Take it off, Xia." She, Da Huang, and the driver were the three people in the car, blocking the front, left, and right sides. The trunk contained a large suitcase full of costumes, which could be stood upright to block the view.
Time was of the essence, and Xia Mian couldn't worry about much else, quickly making her way out. Li Zi, who was assisting from the side, exclaimed in surprise, "Oh my god, Xia, what... what happened here?"
Xia Mian subconsciously looked down and saw that the sides of his thighs were flushed red. His skin was delicate, especially in this area; it must have been rubbed by Zhou Pingchuan's hand last night.
"...Maybe the new inner lining material is hard, and it's worn red. It's okay."
Chestnut was fooled again and quickly pulled off the costume.
As a result, some problems arose during the dressing process.
This costume was made according to Xia Mian's original body measurements. Before joining the crew, Xia Mian underwent grueling training and lost a few pounds. The clothes were a bit loose, and Da Huang had to sew them to fit her waist properly every time.
But today, the needle and thread suddenly disappeared. The two split up; Chestnut went to the dressing room to look for them, while Big Yellow searched in the makeup case. The task of helping Xia Mian put on her costume fell to the "driver."
Mo Yu's robe was long, and because of the snow, the floor inside the car was covered in mud and water from everyone's footsteps. Xia Mian kept holding up the hem of her skirt to avoid getting the robe dirty.
Zhou Pingchuan also very consciously took the pants: "Open your legs."
When others say this, it's called helping out, but coming from Zhou Pingchuan, it sounds like he's being a scoundrel. Xia Mian bit her lip and spread her legs.
Zhou Pingchuan helped him pull on the trousers, then grabbed the waistband and pulled them up. Along the way, the back of his hand intentionally or unintentionally touched the skin of his calves.
When it reached his knees, he opened his palms and placed them directly on top of them!
Having just finished last night, and in the midst of his most aroused state, Xia Mian felt as if something was burning his legs—a tingling, burning sensation. He wanted to tell the other person to stop, but with Da Huang present, he couldn't say anything and could only grit his teeth and refuse: "Thank you, Master, I can put it on myself."
Zhou Pingchuan: "It's alright, I'll help you. It's my duty."
aestivation:"......"
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com