Chapter 145 "Why are you so good to me?"
"...It's normal to blush!"
"Am I really that scared?"
"You were so scary in your dream, anyone who saw you would be frightened!"
Summer Sleep reacted quickly, raising its neck and delivering a three-part combo.
He probably believed in the fallacy that the louder the voice, the more credible it was, and he was yelling so loudly that Zhou Pingchuan's ears were ringing. Zhou Pingchuan said helplessly, "I didn't say it was impossible."
Summer Sleep: "Anyway, you're so scary."
Zhou Pingchuan: "Sorry, I startled you."
The other party apologized so quickly, and Xia Mian's voice lowered again, sounding extremely guilty: "...Never mind, I forgive you. Who told me to be so soft-hearted and kind?"
"So, to thank you for sparing my life," Zhou Pingchuan found it amusing, "how about we go out for a meal?"
Xia Mian glanced at her watch and realized it was already 8 p.m.
Zhou Pingchuan didn't feel anything until he spoke, but after he did, he suddenly felt a little hungry.
But this time he learned his lesson and remembered the lesson of "staying away from Zhou Pingchuan" before going to bed. He waved his hands repeatedly and said, "I won't eat, I'm on a diet, I can't eat dinner."
Fearing Zhou Pingchuan wouldn't believe him, he added another reason: "Besides, I ate lunch late, so I'm not hungry at all."
Zhou Pingchuan believed him: "Okay. Then have something to eat with me, the kitchen hasn't prepared dinner yet."
aestivation:"……"
Xia Mian wanted to smash his head with the bedside table!
However, since the two maintained a husband-and-wife relationship, Xia Mian had no way to refuse Zhou Pingchuan's request and was reluctantly pulled into the restaurant by him.
This restaurant does not accept à la carte orders and only offers three set menus: six-course, eight-course, and ten-course. When the waiter asked which set menu he wanted, Zhou Pingchuan said, "Eight-course."
“Okay,” he wrote down, then turned to Xia Mian, “And you, sir?”
Xia Mian: "I don't want to."
Zhou Pingchuan reminded them, "If you don't order, they'll think I'm stingy, unwilling to spend a penny, and that I'm not treating the handsome guys in my group to a meal."
Xia Mian sensitively picked up on the word "handsome guy" and was a little happy to be praised. Just as she was about to waver, she instantly came to her senses.
Zhou Pingchuan's tone was clearly encouraging.
It also involves moral blackmail.
He could not possibly accept being kidnapped. Clutching his empty stomach, he forced a smile and told the waiter, "I really don't need it, thank you."
The waiter didn't look down on Zhou Pingchuan for being stingy, and said with a smile, "Then I'll get you a glass of lemonade."
Xia Mian breathed a sigh of relief. "This waiter is quite professional."
As a result, this glass of lemonade ruined everything.
Summer hibernation is already hungry, and drinking lemon water makes me even hungrier, and my stomach is also experiencing a slight acid reflux.
He cursed inwardly, but outwardly showed no sign of it. He took out his phone and, in order to appear busy, started chatting with Xu Ning.
summer: [Thanks!]
The explicit photos of Tan Jingcheng and Liu Er were taken by a private investigator hired by Xu Ning; no one else has them.
Xu Ning replied quickly: 【You have the nerve to thank me? Why didn't you tell me you needed me! I've been busy with my own channel lately and basically don't read gossip. I had no idea that this little slut had set her sights on Jay Chou and caused this mess!】
Seeing how Xu Ning addressed Tan Jingcheng, Xia Mian couldn't help but laugh: "But you still helped me, didn't you?"
Xu Ning: [Bullshit, if Jay Chou hadn't contacted me, I definitely would have missed it!]
Xia Mian paused in her typing. Was it Zhou Pingchuan... who had contacted Xu Ning?
No wonder Xu Ning released the photos shortly after news broke that Tan Jingcheng had been kicked out of the production crew.
It turns out that everything was Zhou Pingchuan's doing.
Why would Zhou Pingchuan help him?
Aside from work, Zhou Pingchuan is almost uninterested in anything else; helping him could even be categorized as "meddling."
In his eagerness to meddle, he went to great lengths to contact Xu Ning, with whom he had no connection whatsoever.
Oh, and by the way, he also went to great lengths, even mobilizing Kepler's official Weibo account.
It's a waste of resources for a conglomerate to use its official Weibo account to clarify a scandal caused by a minor celebrity trying to gain attention for its chairman.
Perhaps... Zhou Pingchuan was in a bad mood at the time and took it out on Tan Jingcheng?
Xia Mian couldn't think of any other reason besides this.
Xia Mian rubbed his hair in frustration. He was now eager to return to the state of being a "fake couple" with Zhou Pingchuan. He didn't want to owe the other a favor, and he didn't want to fall for the other again.
Could Zhou Pingchuan please stop trying to charm him...?
He was afraid he wouldn't be able to control himself!
While Xia Mian was fretting over her meal, Zhou Pingchuan was enjoying an eight-course dinner alone. The main dishes at this restaurant were quite generous, and by the end, Zhou Pingchuan was already quite full, but adhering to the principle of not wasting food, he slowed down and continued eating. Watching him leisurely savor the food, Xia Mian was filled with resentment, feeling that his charm had instantly diminished by half.
When they got home and before going to bed, Zhou Pingchuan asked him if he was really not hungry, and the other half of his charm completely disappeared.
—Bringing up something you shouldn't talk about is despicable!
Then something even more infuriating happened: when it was time to sleep, Zhou Pingchuan demonstrated his ability to fall asleep instantly. Xia Mian, whether hungry or having slept too much during the day, lay in her seat, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.
The more he couldn't sleep, the hungrier he became, and the hungrier he became, the less he could sleep. Playing on his phone would cause the screen to shine, which would disturb Zhou Pingchuan's sleep. He was so uncomfortable that he would turn over every now and then.
After flipping through who knows how many pages, the person next to me suddenly sighed softly, got up, and got out of bed.
He didn't turn on the light, and Xia Mian thought he had been woken up by her tossing and turning, feeling extremely embarrassed. She wanted to apologize, but he had already left the master bedroom.
She probably slept in another room. Chasing after her now would only make her angry, so Xia Mian decided to apologize properly tomorrow. She lay back down on her bed and tried to fall asleep.
Before long, the aroma of food wafted into the room.
"Oh no, oh no," Xia Mian muttered softly, "I'm even hallucinating from hunger! What should I do? Should I take some medicine?"
"No need." A male voice came from the doorway, and then the ambient light in the master bedroom was turned on. Xia Mian subconsciously squinted her eyes.
When he opened his eyes again, he found Zhou Pingchuan standing in front of him, holding a bowl of noodles.
“Eat up,” Zhou Pingchuan placed the noodles on the bedside table next to him. “It’s not an illusion, it’s real food.”
Xia Mian asked incredulously, "So you... cooked noodles for me?"
"If you're hungry, I won't be able to sleep well either. Try it, it's been a long time since I cooked it, the last time was when I was in school."
Zhou Pingchuan grew up with a silver spoon in his mouth. From childhood to adulthood, his food, clothing, housing, and transportation were all taken care of by specialists, and he never had to worry about making a living.
The only time he had to cook was during the years he studied abroad, when the nanny was on leave. This was rare, so he only learned to cook noodles and didn't know how to cook other dishes.
Xia Mian looked at the bowl of noodles. The soup was made with tomatoes, and an egg was added before it was served. It looked sweet and sour and smelled delicious.
A person who is naturally indifferent and has a slight physical disability is willing to give up sleep and get up in the middle of the night to cook a bowl of tomato and egg noodles for him.
The doubt that had been hidden all night finally couldn't be concealed any longer, and she blurted out, "Third Master, why are you so good to me?"
Why?
Zhou Pingchuan was always clear-headed, but he had to admit that he was stumped by this question.
“Because I want…” he frowned, “to go back with you to before Tan Jingcheng appeared.”
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