Chapter 177 Role Playing
With power restored, filming can resume.
This once-in-a-century blizzard caused considerable damage to Yunshan. The only benefit might be that the snow season was longer and the peak season for tourism was extended. The crew of "Legend of the Dragon" also benefited from this, as they didn't have to rush to finish the snow scenes as before, and the progress could be slowed down to allow for more meticulous work and polishing.
In the morning, Ji Cen tried to hitch a ride with Xia Mian, but after knocking on Xia Mian's door for a long time, no one answered.
Just then, Chestnut came by and asked, "Where's Xia? Did she leave early?"
"She didn't leave," Chestnut asked curiously. "Teacher Ji, why can't you answer the door?"
Ji Cen nodded: "We can't get through to him. What if he overslept? The morning session starts at nine o'clock today. If he doesn't get up soon, he'll definitely get scolded."
Gao Yifeng is very sensitive to actors being late or leaving early. When Xia Mian insisted on returning to Beijing during the script reading, he got very angry. Xia Mian had experienced his temper firsthand.
Having been by Xia Mian's side for so long, Li Zi had figured out Xia Mian's personality. Her boss seemed like a typical rich second-generation heir: extravagant, incompetent, clueless about money, and a lover of sleeping in... But when it came to serious matters, Xia Mian was never ambiguous. Since joining the crew, no matter how tired he was, he would struggle to get up in the morning and never had a record of being late or leaving early.
However, after hearing what Teacher Ji said, she was a little worried and quickly took out her phone to call Xia Mian.
Unfortunately, she trusted Xia Mian this time.
Her boss was fast asleep when her phone rang.
Xia Mian's head throbbed from the shock, and she groggily grabbed her phone: "Hello."
"Xia, are you in your room? You don't sound like you're still not up, do you? It's already seven o'clock!"
Seven o'clock... What? Seven o'clock??
Xia Mian suddenly woke up. Yesterday, to save battery, he had turned off all unnecessary background programs—including the alarm clock. After charging his phone last night, with Zhou Pingchuan beside him, he completely forgot about turning the alarm clock back on.
No, I have to get to the film set right away. Xia Mian held her phone in one hand and propped herself up on the bed with the other. She had just sat up a little when a strong arm wrapped around her waist pulled her back down.
"Hey, let me go," he whispered to Zhou Pingchuan, covering the microphone, "I have filming this morning, I have to go to the set."
The other person had their eyes closed and their arm completely still, pretending not to hear!
“...Third Master..." Xia Mian called him softly, her voice low and her tone urgent, unconsciously carrying a hint of reproach.
Zhou Pingchuan then slowly opened his eyes: "I thought you didn't know how to greet people."
"..." Xia Mian was speechless at his pettiness.
“I can let go, but there are conditions,” Zhou Pingchuan added.
"What are the conditions?"
Zhou Pingchuan glanced at him, and Xia Mian instantly understood.
Last night, Zhou Pingchuan used a "reward" as a bargaining chip to get a kiss from him, and now Zhou Pingchuan wants him to kiss him in return.
Xia Mian hissed, and at that moment, Chestnut realized something: "Xia, there's someone next to you."
"...Nobody." Xia Mian denied it outright. Afraid that Li Zi would ask again, and also afraid that Zhou Pingchuan would not let go, she gritted her teeth and lightly touched the corner of his lips like a dragonfly skimming the water.
Zhou Pingchuan, seeing that he had the upper hand, finally let go.
Xia Mian quickly grabbed her phone and rolled off the bed: "It's so strange, I suddenly really want to drink that hand-drip coffee from the corner store. Can you buy me a cup? I'll pack my things myself."
Xia Mian is often absent-minded and forgetful in the mornings, so Li Zi comes every day to help him pack the things he needs for the day's performance. But now Xia Mian isn't in his room, so he has to find an excuse to send Li Zi away first, and then sneak back without anyone noticing.
"The shop at the street corner, I have their WeChat. I'll ask them to make it first, and we can pick it up when we pass by."
"No, I just want to drink the one I just bought," Xia Mian said, using her charm. "Please, pretty sister."
Who could resist being called "pretty sister" by such a handsome guy? Li Zi, completely captivated, turned and left, forgetting that there was such a tall Teacher Ji standing right next to her.
Ji Cen wanted to call her back and ask her what Xia Mian had said, but she ran too fast and had already entered the elevator in the blink of an eye.
Okay then.
After getting rid of the chestnuts, Xia Mian brushed her teeth and got dressed to save time. When she finished, she looked up and saw that Zhou Pingchuan had also gotten up and was putting on his shirt.
Before coming to Yunshan, the man had probably just attended some event; his shirt was very formal. Pure white, the most common pointed collar style—this kind of business shirt never goes wrong, but it's also the most ordinary, lacking any sense of fashion.
To keep his sleeves in place, he even wore two leather armbands! They were tightly wrapped around his strong, muscular upper arms, and the muscles bulged as he buttoned them up, which looked quite different to Xia Mian.
Because last night, he sat on these two arms and kissed Zhou Pingchuan, and was completely overwhelmed by Zhou Pingchuan's teasing...
"Do you like it?" Zhou Pingchuan asked, sensing his gaze.
“…No way,” Xia Mian quickly stopped herself, “I’m just curious, it’s astonishing that the famous Third Master of the Zhou family doesn’t even have a custom-made shirt and has to use cufflinks to adjust the sleeve length!”
Actually, you don't need to be at Zhou Pingchuan's level. Any rich kid can spend tens of thousands of yuan to make a custom-made shirt. Why would he need sleeve hoops?
Moreover, after moving to Longxi, the two shared the master bedroom's walk-in closet. Xia Mian had seen Zhou Pingchuan's place; he had three sets of each color of shirts, suits, and overcoats as a base layer, and ties took up five whole drawers. Judging from the fabric and workmanship, they didn't look like mass-produced clothes.
Why choose ill-fitting clothes when there are custom-made options available?
"Yu Heng chose it for me," Zhou Pingchuan said.
Not wanting to be a third wheel, Yu Heng, who didn't board the helicopter last night, is still stranded in a neighboring city, handling work for his boss while letting out a huge sneeze.
Xia Mian had nothing to say and turned the doorknob.
As a result, just as she was about to leave, the man followed her.
Xia Mian stopped her, saying, "Are you going back to Beijing? Wait for me for five minutes. You can get down after my van leaves."
"I'm not going back to Beijing, I'm going to check out the film set."
"No way!" Xia Mian refused decisively.
"Why not?" Zhou Pingchuan couldn't understand. "We're a legally married couple. Everyone in the crew, from the director and actors to the staff, knows about our relationship. How come it's like we're having an affair?"
The words "adultery" struck Xia Mian hard.
The man arrived without saying hello to anyone and immediately embraced and kissed him passionately the moment he entered. What's worse, he made a mess of the sheets, forcing him to separate his wet and dry clothes and sneak upstairs for a secret night together.
How can it not be considered adultery!
It's exactly the same plot as in those adultery erotic novels (from Tangyuan Brand Novel Pack)!
"...Anyway, you're not allowed to go to the film set!"
She was very domineering in words, but the blush on her face completely betrayed the boy from head to toe.
Zhou Pingchuan glanced at him, curled his lips, took off the suit he was already wearing, took out a coat from the closet and put it on: "Okay, I won't go to the film set as your lover, I'll take a different role."
"...Change roles?" Xia Mian didn't understand.
"Let your driver rest, I'll drive for you."
People can laugh when they are extremely speechless.
Xia Mian was so angry she wanted to laugh. How could the dignified head of the Zhou family lower himself to play the role of a cow or horse? Was he out of his mind?
Seeing that the other party seemed determined, it was clear that the film crew had no choice but to go. Xia Mian didn't want to argue further, nor did she have that much time to argue with him, so she compromised, "Okay. But you're not allowed to wander around, you're not allowed to talk, and you have to do your job as a driver, okay?"
Zhou Pingchuan raised his left eyebrow: "Okay."
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