Chapter 101 Fanfiction
Zhou Pingchuan has a really strong sense of risk avoidance; after making his sarcastic remark, he calmly walked away.
Xia Mian had originally intended to lash out, but faced with a tightly closed door, she had nowhere to vent her anger. With all her might, she threw the oil and condom into the trash can.
While taking a bath, he thought bitterly, if Zhou Pingchuan insisted on sleeping in the master bedroom... then there was nothing he could do but sleep in the side bedroom himself.
He knew he was just cannon fodder. He could argue and fight, but he wasn't ready to do something like kicking out the villainous boss and sleeping in the master bedroom—that was a complete reversal of priorities. He hadn't lived long enough to do that, and he didn't dare.
But sleeping in the second bedroom without bedding was ultimately uncomfortable. Xia Mian lingered until almost eleven o'clock, her fingers and toes all wrinkled from soaking in the water, before finally leaving the bathroom.
After blow-drying my hair and applying various skincare products, the clock had already struck 11:30. I stepped out of the bathroom to find the bed empty.
Are they still working?
That's perfect, it'll save us from an awkward meeting.
Xia Mian yawned as she walked towards the second bedroom. The door to the second bedroom was half-open, and strangely enough, the bedding inside was already fully made up.
Zhou Pingchuan was sitting on the edge of the bed, slowly wiping the antler staff.
At this moment, the other person also noticed him. Without looking up, they asked while wiping their hands, "Looking for me?"
"Is he planning to stay in the second bedroom?" Xia Mian wondered, but didn't know how to ask. She made up an excuse and said, "Yes. I'd like to bring my mother—my adoptive mother—to visit tomorrow, is that alright?"
Before the betrothal ceremony, Xia Mian promised to bring Ren Xiping to see the new house to put her mind at ease.
Zhou Pingchuan raised an eyebrow: "I don't think this kind of trivial matter needs my permission. Go back to sleep."
What does "no need for my consent" mean? Does it mean he can make decisions on his own?
Let him go back to sleep... Did Zhou Pingchuan really give him the master bedroom?
Zhou Pingchuan bought the house and took up his bed, so Xia Mian felt a little guilty.
But then he thought that maybe Zhou Pingchuan also felt awkward living with him, so he went back to sleep without any guilt.
It's so comfortable to have the big bed all to myself. I wiped my drool while I slept, and even when the sun was high in the sky, I didn't want to get up. I stayed snuggled in bed for another ten minutes or so before getting up to wash up and rush to pick up my mother.
Ren Xiping had already gotten ready, wearing the clothes he had bought for her, and her newly dyed black hair was styled in a bun on top of her head.
There's a saying that goes, "Time never defeats a beauty." Although she does a lot of physical labor and doesn't take care of herself, resulting in noticeable wrinkles on her forehead and around her eyes, Ren Xiping is still very beautiful.
Her motherly love imbued her with a divine quality.
"It's so beautiful," Xia Mian couldn't help but say.
“I’m nowhere near as good as I was when I was young,” Ren Xiping smoothed her temples, feeling a little awkward wearing such nice clothes for the first time. “Am I embarrassing you? My son-in-law can’t think I’m old, can he?”
"Old man? He's too envious of me to even think about it... Wait, there's something wrong with the quality of this dress, the collar is snagged?"
Ren Xiping was wearing a silk stand-up collar shirt. Because the collar was close to her neck, she hadn't noticed it until her son pointed it out, at which point she immediately panicked: "Oh dear, it's all my fault, I tore the shirt again with my hands! Can this kind of material be cut?"
Xia Mian didn't answer, but instead took her hand. Because of the long hours of washing clothes and dishes and doing rough work, and not taking care of her hands, her hands were quite rough, and her nails were covered with hangnails. Silk is delicate, so of course it would get scratched.
According to Ren Xiping, this was not the first time she had smeared clothes, but it was the first time Xia Mian had looked closely at her hands and realized that she really should try her best to give her a better life.
In real life, his mother came from a privileged background, won the Miss Hong Kong title at the age of eighteen, and later found a good husband. She never suffered any hardship and did not need her son's help at all, which led Xia Mian to believe that being filial meant helping his mother accumulate points, purchase goods, get rare handbags, and collect all kinds of jewelry.
The world has been too good to him; he was born a darling. He had no idea that there are people in the world who are so stingy that they can't even bear to use hand cream.
Xia Mian's nose tingled, and she whispered to comfort her, "It's okay, this dress comes with after-sales service. You can wear it first, and I'll take it to the store to get it sorted out after you're done."
“However,” an idea suddenly popped into his head, “today is the first time I’m meeting my son-in-law, so the more handsome the better. Let me take you to get some treatments.”
Ren Xiping didn't want her son to spend money, but to make a good impression on her future son-in-law, she reluctantly went to a cosmetic clinic with Xia Mian. She ended up having a VISIA photoshoot without really understanding what was going on, and then was unwittingly forced into a treatment room for a whole bunch of anti-aging skincare procedures.
Xia Mian was waiting outside the operating room when a nurse passed by, saw him, covered her mouth, and exclaimed, "Xia Mian!"
“It’s me,” Xia Mian gestured for her to lower her voice, “I’m waiting for my mother.”
"You're so handsome in person, you and Third Master are such a perfect match," the nurse said with a shy smile. "I'm a big fan of your pairing. Third Master and Xia Mian, may your love be everlasting!"
Clam?
They've even come up with cheering slogans now?
Xia Mian wanted to say that it was forbidden to casually ship cults, but then she realized that she and Zhou Pingchuan were not a cult. They were a legitimate couple, and no one in the world could ship them more openly than them.
He gave the nurse an autograph, watched her leave, and then opened Weibo to see what had happened. People are shipping variety show personalities with people outside the entertainment industry? Isn't this world a bit too crazy?
He first went to his own topic page, which was already flooded with photos of yesterday's wedding ceremony. Then he searched for "Third Master's Summer Sleep," and wow, it was just as lively.
Some wept bitterly over the pile of betrothal gifts, some used microscopes to pick out sugar from Xia Mian's old materials, and some edited together videos of them as a real couple—oops, I mean, a real couple.
There was also a strange image—a screenshot taken from an Apple Notes app, rotated, and then mirrored—that really piqued his curiosity.
The blogger captioned: [This was painstakingly reposted from Lofter, download it quickly, ladies, it's about to be censored!]
Oh, it's still fresh! Xia Mian quickly downloaded it to her album, flipped the mirror back, and rotated it to the normal angle.
After reading a few lines, he realized that what he had come across was something hot and fresh.
On the night of the wedding ceremony, Xia Mian wore a transparent nightgown as thin as a cicada's wing, knelt on the ground, and said with seductive eyes: "Third Master, I am very happy today, and I want to give you the ultimate pleasure."
Third Master's eyes darkened slightly: "How will you make me happy?"
Xia Mian opened the bedside table. He'd never used any of those things before, and his face instantly flushed crimson, like a delicate, vibrant rose. He silently compared them to Third Master's, and as he thought about it, he nervously swallowed.
“Third Master, your slave is ready,” he lowered his waist, “Quickly…”
With a "smack," Xia Mian turned her phone upside down and placed it face down on the table. The sound was so loud that even the cleaning lady looked over.
...What are the fans doing? How could he become Zhou Pingchuan's...that slave? It's so out of character!
Moreover, even if a jade dildo is used, it's for Zhou Pingchuan. Since Zhou Pingchuan's legs are bad, it's definitely the lower one that's used!
Xia Mian clutched her chest, her face turning yellow, her heart pounding.
What a mess... I just stumbled upon a hot pile of shit!
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