Chapter 16 Transfer Income: RMB 588,000
Damn it!
Xia Mian never expected that Zhou Pingchuan would agree to the excuse she made up!
Asking a fiancé you don't know well for something is a bit shameless, but since the wedding process has already begun, taking a small gift from him doesn't seem like a big deal.
After all, according to the plot, Zhou Pingchuan will fall deeply in love with the protagonist.
If Zhou Pingchuan abandoned his wife and fell in love with Xia Mingzhao during the marriage, it would be tantamount to adultery. Zhou Pingchuan should compensate her for her emotional distress.
Asking for a gift now is like overdrafting compensation for emotional distress.
Yes, that's it!
Besides, Zhou Pingchuan is just a fictional character, and the currency in the book isn't real gold or silver, so it doesn't matter.
Xia Mian returned to Xia Garden without any psychological burden. Xia Dongbo and Tang Wenhua had already instructed the servants to put the gifts into the warehouse, their faces beaming with uncontainable joy.
Even Tang Wenhua's tone was particularly warm: "Mianmian, what do you want to eat tonight? Mom will cook it for you herself."
Xia Mian refused outright: "I have work tomorrow, so I won't eat a proper meal tonight."
“Oh dear, that won’t do. You’ll get sick if you don’t eat,” Xia Dongbo advised. “Your mother is a good cook, but she rarely cooks. Even Mingzhao has only tasted her food a few times. Why don’t you give it a try?”
It felt like a gift from my parents.
“I said I won’t eat, and that’s final,” Xia Mian said, too lazy to play along with them. “I’m an adult; I know what I can and can’t do.”
Xia Dongbo's smile froze for a moment.
This silly child is even harder to manage than before. He thought Xia Mian would be moved to tears.
After saying goodbye, Xia Mian went back to pack her luggage.
No matter how much you try to streamline things, you still need two large boxes.
Forget it, I'm a grown man, it shouldn't be a problem. Xia Mian lay down on the bed and did nothing, taking a nap as well.
When he woke up, it was already dinnertime. He opened a bag of chicken breast and ate while thinking about what he should ask Zhou Pingchuan for.
I can't think of anything.
Normally, when he celebrates holidays or his birthday, his relatives and friends prepare gifts for him in advance as a surprise, and he never asks for anything.
Ugh, so annoying!!!
Xia Mian couldn't think of anything, but she didn't want to waste the opportunity. After thinking for a while, she dialed the number a second time.
A few seconds later, he paused, then said, "I thought your assistant would answer the phone."
Zhou Pingchuan happened to be free and had time to chat with him: "This is my phone. I only leave it with my assistant when I need to."
"How do you know when you'll be busy, when you won't, when your assistant will answer, and when you'll answer yourself?"
"Let's get down to business," Zhou Pingchuan prompted.
"You're the only one in the world who's busy!" Xia Mian said irritably. "You said this afternoon that you'd tell me what I wanted tonight. But now you're the one giving me a gift, shouldn't you think of it yourself?"
The first impression was correct; Xia Mian was indeed like a pampered cat, too arrogant. Although not annoying, if he continued to spoil her, it would be troublesome and a waste of his time.
"I'll say it one last time: tell me what you want. If you don't have any ideas, you don't have to."
That means, take it or leave it, I'm not going to bother.
Xia Mian had never been manipulated like this before. A surge of anger instantly rose to her head, and she squeezed the chicken breast packaging bag in her hand so hard it made a crunching sound: "Although I took the initiative to arrange our marriage, you accepted it and handed in the betrothal letter, so you should treat me as your future partner!"
Zhou Pingchuan was amused by his strong logic and wanted to hang up the phone immediately. Faintly, he heard a slight creaking sound of a packaging bag coming from the other end, mixed with heavy breathing.
It inexplicably reminds one of a kitten scratching a cat scratching post.
Zhou Pingchuan values efficiency above all else and hates repetition, but perhaps because small animals are easy to sway, he unusually gave Xia Mian another chance: "Think about it again, and call me when you've made up your mind."
Then came a busy signal with a "beep-beep-beep" sound.
Xia Mian felt that what he wanted most was for Zhou Pingchuan to eat shit!
After pounding the bed a few times and eating a whole bag of chicken breast, Xia Mian finally calmed down. She belatedly realized that she had indeed been being too dramatic.
He was no longer the beloved Xia Mian, but the cannon fodder, the true young master Xia Mian. Before they got their marriage certificate, his relationship with Zhou Pingchuan was unstable, and offending Zhou Pingchuan would do him no good.
Moreover, Zhou Pingchuan only has Xia Mingzhao in his heart, so why would he waste his energy on him?
Mianmian, can't we be more realistic?
Xia Mian took a deep breath and dialed the number again: "Third Master."
"Um."
Such a nonchalant tone! Xia Mian was furious again. He tried to keep his voice down: "I really can't think of anything right now. Why don't you send me a red envelope? I'll buy whatever I want myself."
Zhou Pingchuan could picture the kitten rolling around on the ground in anger, finally coming to its owner with a sour face.
"Okay, send me your bank card number."
Xia Mian snorted: "Did you send the red envelope, or did your assistant send it?"
Zhou Pingchuan hadn't expected him to be so petty: "I usually keep my phone with me at night."
“I might not contact you day or night after that,” Xia Mian said, not wanting to always be the one to suffer. “Let’s add each other on WeChat. If you can’t find my phone number, you can leave me a message on WeChat.”
A business empire like the Zhou family's cannot be managed with just words. It requires many times more time and energy than the average person. Therefore, Zhou Pingchuan rarely participates in entertainment activities, let alone chats with people on WeChat.
But we can't upset the kitten anymore.
Even when I'm really angry, the scratching post will be scratched to pieces.
“Okay,” Zhou Pingchuan readily agreed.
Zhou Pingchuan's WeChat ID is the same as his mobile phone number. Xia Mian entered the numbers and sent a friend request.
The other party accepted the request quickly, and Xia Mian opened the other party's WeChat profile.
The nickname "Z" is probably the first letter of the surname.
The profile picture is of the sea at midnight, which looks like a casual snapshot taken while passing by. It is calm, reserved, and turbulent undercurrents, possessing the ability to destroy everything effortlessly.
Just like the owner of WeChat.
"Deadly Pretender"—Xia Mian silently changed his nickname.
Your debit card ending in 3256 received a transfer of RMB 588,000, leaving a usable balance of RMB 6,013,201.68. P.S.: Red envelope. [China Construction Bank]
As he typed the last word of the note, the bank sent him a notification of a deposit.
Seeing the amount above, Xia Mian thought that while Dead Man was bad at other things, he was quite generous when it came to giving money.
He deleted the text message, returned to the chat box, and slowly typed: "I'm very angry today, but for Li Shi's sake, I'll let it go this time and won't pursue it."
If you do it again, you'll have to apologize.
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