Chapter 241 Exclusion
In the morning, Xia Mian hid under the covers and secretly sent a message to Zhou Pingchuan.
summer: [early]
summer: Have you eaten yet?
Dog of a man: [Eating]
Summer: [Don't you think today is a little different from usual?]
Dog of a man: [What's different? Is it raining where you are?]
aestivation:"……"
Because I'm going home today!
In her imagination, Xia Mian punched Zhou Pingchuan twice, only to hear him say, "I checked the weather forecast, it's not raining, it's sunny."
Zhou Pingchuan never checks the weather forecast because his butler and assistant plan everything for him, such as bringing an umbrella when it rains and adding clothes when it snows.
Zhou Pingchuan only watched the weather forecast because of him.
Summer hibernation instantly regained its balance, and then began to blame itself—I promised to speak my mind, so why can't I get rid of this stubborn habit?
He wanted to tell Zhou Pingchuan that they would land at 4:30 pm, but then he thought that flying around was the norm for people in their line of work, and Zhou Pingchuan was so busy that he couldn't always put down his work to pick him up.
He should try to get used to this kind of life.
Thinking of the model couple Zhao Wei mentioned, where the husband cheated because they were separated for long periods of time, Xia Mian sighed.
Zhou Pingchuan is handsome, powerful, and wealthy; he faces even more temptations than male celebrities. It's uncertain whether he can uphold traditional male virtues while living alone for an extended period.
"...Why are you thinking like this again?" Xia Mian shook her head, clearing away those random thoughts, and replied, "What I meant was that summer is here, so I can dress a little more provocatively."
summer: [Typo, should be "wear less"]
Zhou Pingchuan replied a few minutes later: 【Yeah, happy summer】
The first episode's recording ended at noon today. This morning, the guests filmed several scenes of saying goodbye to the courtyard, as required by the production team.
After filming, Xia Mian rode her tricycle to return the rented bedding to the villager, and casually reminded the production crew, "Pay them."
The director gritted his teeth and instructed the cameraman through his earpiece: "Pay me first, I'll reimburse you when we get back."
The cameraman took out his phone, but Xia Mian sighed and said, "Shouldn't we add some more cleaning fees? Washing such thick bedding is a waste of time."
"This brat, is he a guest on our show or the village chief's grandson-in-law? He's always siding with outsiders!" The director laughed in exasperation. "Fine, I'll give him another 500 for his witty remarks."
Xia Mian was very satisfied with the price and asked the cameraman to pay his fellow villager. The villager kept refusing to accept it, but Xia Mian persuaded him quite a bit before finally getting him to take it.
Next, everyone returned to the courtyard to pack their luggage.
Of all the guests, Xia Mian brought the most things, which were also the hardest to pack. As Zhao Xiaohui helped him pack, he asked, "Xia, have you been very busy with work these past few days?"
The next recording is in a week. Xia Mian recalled for a moment: "There are two fashion events and one interview, all in Beijing and the surrounding areas."
"Perfect timing! When are you free? Come over to my house. I'll have your sister-in-law cook you something delicious. She's an excellent cook!"
After spending a few days together, Zhao Xiaohui discovered that Xia Mian was indeed spoiled and had many of the common problems that rich kids have, but only towards himself.
Xia Mian never bothered others because of her delicate nature; on the contrary, she helped them a lot.
“No problem,” Xia Mian agreed readily. “I’ll check the time with my agent and let you know in advance.”
Upon hearing this, Yao Yao retorted, "What about me? You've already forgotten about the brother sleeping on the floor so quickly!"
Zhao Xiaohui: "How could I forget? I was just about to ask you that."
Yao Yao: "Just set a time and call me. I'll come from Shanghai, so it'll be faster."
Zhao Xiaohui nodded: "Where's Sister Hong?"
Liang Qiuhong: "I won't go. My child is waiting for me in Gangcheng."
"Yu Nuo?"
Zhang Yuno also came over to help Xia Mian pack the boxes: "I can do it."
Zhao Xiaohui is a generous and hospitable person. He was overjoyed to see his new friend so kindly and laughed heartily. He picked up his phone to call his wife to let her know.
Just as she stepped out, she bumped into Yu Xingtong, who was about to come in.
"Xingtong, have you finished packing your luggage?" Zhao Xiaohui asked politely.
"Um."
Zhao Xiaohui said "Have a safe trip" and went straight outside the hospital to make a phone call.
Yu Xingtong looked at his back, then at Xia Mian, who was surrounded by the other guests.
She heard everything that happened inside the room from behind the door. Zhao Xiaohui deliberately invited guests when she wasn't there, intentionally bypassing her and excluding her from the group.
...It must have been Xia Mian who caused this.
After all, it was only Xia Mian who didn't give him any face at all.
"Fine, very well," Yu Xingtong sneered. "If you're heartless, don't blame me for being ruthless too!"
***
After packing their bags, the guests left the group one after another.
Xia Mian's flight was late, and he was the last to leave. Just before he got on the bus, the village chief suddenly led a group of villagers to chase after him.
There was the older brother who rented him bedding, the melon farmer he had helped, and even Old Mrs. Tan came! She was trembling and looked so pitiful.
"Why are you here?" Xia Mian deliberately didn't tell the village chief that she was leaving.
“He told me,” the village chief said, pointing to the man renting out the bedding. “You kid, you didn’t even tell me! Here you go!”
The village chief handed him a snakeskin bag, which was probably filled with frozen goods such as free-range chickens. A chicken claw had punctured the bag and was stubbornly sticking out.
"Don't tear it, this is a token of our appreciation. Come visit us sometime," the village chief said.
Between people, there are debts and obligations, and only then can deeper bonds be formed.
Xia Mian didn't refuse and accepted it with a smile: "Autumn will definitely come, come and try the best watermelon."
Xia Mian had already planned it all out. If Nan Ye's melons were good, he could host a live stream to help farmers in the area.
"Then we'll wait for you!"
As the villagers watched her go, Xia Mian got into the car, and after sitting down, she wiped her moist eyes.
Three hours later, Xia Mian arrived safely in Beijing, pulling the sack of frozen goods. Standing at the VIP entrance, she called Zhao Wei.
Today's schedule was private, and fans didn't organize a welcome party. But given his current popularity, he'll definitely be recognized once he gets through customs, and causing a commotion would affect other passengers. That's why Zhao Wei always arrives with bodyguards beforehand.
I don't know what happened this time, I called twice but no one answered.
Could I have misremembered the itinerary?
Xia Mian sighed and was about to play it a third time when a group of well-trained bodyguards dressed in black suddenly rushed over. Some pulled his suitcase, some grabbed his bag, and they protected him in the middle as they walked quickly toward the parking lot.
Xia Mian didn't recognize them and thought Zhao Wei had temporarily arranged a team of bodyguards. She tightly gripped the small snakeskin bag and was pushed into the car in a daze.
Then, without realizing it, I fell into someone's arms.
Spacious, warm, the taste he had been longing for day and night.
Xia Mian looked up in surprise, but before she could utter a sound, her lips and tongue were captured by the other's. Eight days of longing made the kiss seem very long, so long that Xia Mian almost drowned in the other's breath.
"Oh no... my chicken..." As they were kissing, Xia Mian suddenly remembered something and quickly pushed Zhou Pingchuan away.
The child was always shy and had never said anything so explicit in front of strangers. Zhou Pingchuan thought he couldn't take it and comforted him, "It's okay, it's normal to not see each other for eight days."
"No...not this chicken." Xia Mian's face flushed red instantly. She slapped away the messing hand, searched around, and finally found the snakeskin bag under the car seat.
At this moment, the chicken claw was firmly gripping Zhou Pingchuan's trouser leg.
Zhou Pingchuan: "..."
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