Chapter 8 Are you attracted?
The Zhou family mansion, located in the city center, is a national key cultural relics protection unit. In the original text, the author focused on describing the Zhou mansion: it was extremely large, with its surrounding walls alone covering an entire street, seven courtyards and five gate towers, stretching as far as the eye could see.
The bronze rings with animal heads, the bright pillars and carved windows, the water wall gate and the river wharf complement each other, and the scale far exceeds that of ordinary wealthy people's houses.
But none of this can compare to the awe-inspiring power of seeing it with one's own eyes.
Xia Mian stood at the door, his mouth agape in an "O" shape. Due to his family background, he had been to almost every place he should and shouldn't have gone, and he had met many wealthy people.
But this is truly the first time I've seen someone this rich.
After all, his father was just a businessman, while the Zhou mansion was a truly powerful and prestigious residence built on power. Like an ancient and majestic lion, its mere presence was enough to inspire awe.
The Zhou family was much wealthier than he had imagined.
Xia Mian went to the security booth to explain his purpose. Soon after, the butler opened the door and invited him into the reception room: "Mr. Zhou is currently in a conference call. Please have a seat and some tea and snacks."
Dinner wasn't to my liking, and now that I'm summering, I'm really hungry. I discovered that the pastries at Zhou Mansion are of good quality, so I picked up a piece and popped it into my mouth.
So, ten minutes later, when the conference call ended and Zhou Pingchuan entered the meeting room, he saw the young man holding a cup of tea in one hand and sipping tea snacks in the other.
Upon seeing him enter, the guy even mumbled a complaint, "What kind of meeting takes so long? I've been waiting here for more than fifteen minutes!"
"And why doesn't your family provide a shuttle bus? My calves are so sore from walking!"
As he spoke, the boy put a snack in his mouth and bent down to massage his calf. The calf he was holding was straight and slender, perfectly proportioned.
His appearance seemed quite different from when we met during the day. His hair was shorter, revealing a full forehead and high brow bones. His grape-like eyes had slightly upturned corners, giving him a clean and handsome look.
It was a young, innocent face that made it hard to criticize.
"I'm sorry, it was my negligence." Zhou Pingchuan's apology lacked sincerity.
Wait a minute, this is the villainous boss who's going to kill him! He was having so much fun eating that he forgot about it!
Xia Mian straightened her legs and adopted a respectful attitude: "Not at all, I was the one who disturbed Third Master. Please sit down."
Zhou Pingchuan chuckled; this was the first time he'd ever been turned the tables by a child.
He was a bit annoyed when he heard the overseas manager report that the progress of the key annual projects was not as expected, but now he's been rendered speechless by this silly little guy.
It was fine when he was standing, but as soon as Zhou Pingchuan sat down and his gaze fell on him, a sense of oppression instantly overwhelmed him.
Xia Mian couldn't hold back much, so she quickly got straight to the point: "We both know why Third Master summoned me here. Let me vouch for myself first. I'm healthy, I don't smoke, I drink occasionally, I have no bad habits, I'm presentable, I know how to dress, and I know when to close my eyes and shut my mouth. Moreover, I can guarantee that if you choose me, I will absolutely not be difficult, clingy, or interfere with your private life after marriage. I will be devoted to you and fulfill my duties. I hope you can accept me."
They practically have "You can do whatever you want after we're married" written all over their faces.
Zhou Pingchuan picked up his teacup, took a sip, and said, "Your endorsement is quite impressive."
Is there a chance? Xia Mian quickly put down the pastries and pressed her advantage: "Then were you attracted?"
As he spoke, the boy leaned forward slightly, his face full of anticipation, like a kitten waiting for its owner to feed it.
Zhou Pingchuan paused in his tea-drinking motion, then slowly and deliberately put down his teacup.
Xia Mian was impatient and couldn't stand the slow pace, so she leaned forward a little more: "Hurry up, I've asked you twice already!"
If Zhou Pingchuan hadn't spent some time in Hong Kong, he really wouldn't have understood the Cantonese he occasionally uttered.
Zhou Pingchuan: "We can discuss this in detail."
This means... there's a chance!
Xia Mian cheered inwardly, then straightened up: "However, Third Master, I also have a small condition."
Tell me about it.
"In my family's tradition, the betrothal letter, the gift exchange, and the ceremony are all indispensable. They must be done in a grand and impressive manner to avoid embarrassing your father, Third Uncle. As for my hobbies, I don't have any particular interests. I usually enjoy traveling abroad by private jet to see fashion shows, do haute couture, vacation with friends, and attend auctions. In my spare time, I like to play with watches and modify cars..."
Zhou Pingchuan chuckled lightly.
It really is just a "small" condition.
This was the first time in his memory that someone had spoken to him in this tone—light, ticklish, with a hint of calculation and cunning.
In fact, the Xia family was considered wealthy, but far inferior to the Zhou family. Or rather, few families could surpass the Zhou family, so all the young members were respectful and cautious when facing Zhou Pingchuan, and rarely encountered someone like Xia Mian who was not afraid of his power.
Zhou Pingchuan was known for his indifference and ruthlessness, so everyone only dared to defer to him and dared not approach him.
Zhou Pingchuan raised an eyebrow: "Coincidentally, the one thing I have no shortage of is money."
“Then…” Xia Mian stood up abruptly and held out her hand to Zhou Pingchuan, “Deal!”
Zhou Pingchuan glanced at the boy's palm; it was fair and delicate, with even the palm lines clean and clear.
He didn't reach out, only gave a curt "Mm": Deal.
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