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Zhou Tingyun lived on the third floor in a suite with two adjoining master bedrooms.
The girl looked at him with a hesitant expression. “How about you let me have one?”
The light filtered into her clear pupils, making her eyes sparkle with irresistible expectation.
“I’ll just move back next door,” he said flatly.
Ming Zhao immediately shook her head like a rattle drum, firmly rejecting the idea. “No way, Grandpa won’t agree.”
Zhou Tingyun remained unfazed. “Do you think he’ll agree if you just live with me directly?”
“But I can sneak over only at night!” Ming Zhao said, her lips curling into a playful smile, her tone lively. “That way, Grandpa won’t find out.”
“…”
Zhou Tingyun was momentarily impressed by her “ingenious” idea.
Who taught her to think like this?
“I’ll talk to Grandpa.”
Upon hearing this, Ming Zhao panicked and immediately grabbed his arm tightly.
She looked pitiful. “No, Grandpa already dislikes me. Wouldn’t this just completely ruin my already bad reputation?”
Zhou Tingyun frowned. “Don’t talk nonsense. Grandpa likes you.”
Before he could say anything further, she interrupted him.
“No matter what, my image can’t possibly get any worse!”
Ming Zhao, whose gentle demeanor didn’t last long, quickly reverted to her true nature, angrily kicking the man and acting as spoiled and willful as ever.
“Zhou Tingyun! You don’t care about me at all! You completely disregard your sister’s well-being. What’s wrong with giving me one of the two rooms? You’re so stingy!”
“I won’t sleep! Let me lose all my hair and have dark circles under my eyes down to the floor; then you’ll be happy and satisfied, right?!”
What a demanding little ancestor.
He patted her leg and said calmly, “If you kick any harder, the diamonds will fall out.”
Ming Zhao pressed her lips together, immediately stopping her movements.
So, in the middle of the night, Zhou Tingyun took it upon himself to change the bedding in the other room to her favorite colors and brought her two-meter-long body pillow up from the second floor.
Ming Zhao was satisfied and happy, sweetly calling him brother again.
“Goodnight, Brother.”
Zhou Tingyun pinched her cheek. “Goodnight, little ancestor.”
…
Ming Zhao lay in bed, faintly hearing the sound of water coming from the bathroom.
This was a classic design for dual master bedrooms: two adjacent bedrooms sharing a bathroom, with a dry area and vanity outside the bathroom, allowing direct access to the other room.
A common setup among the wealthy, especially for couples in loveless arranged marriages. Both parties needed their own private space, a classic case of sleeping in separate beds.
Zhou Tingyun, drying his hair, pushed open the bathroom door, pausing in his tracks.
Ming Zhao was standing at the vanity, puffing out her cheeks in concentration as she brushed her teeth. Her hair shimmered under the soft light, making her look like a fluffy toy.
Seeing him emerge, she glanced into the mirror, her eyes curving into a smile as she greeted him.
“When did you sneak some snacks again?” Zhou Tingyun asked.
“I didn’t!” Ming Zhao retorted, spitting out her mouthwash and glaring at him. “I just suddenly remembered I forgot to brush my teeth, okay?”
She secretly lamented his rigidity; he surprisingly didn’t have the habit of getting dressed after taking a shower.
Zhou Tingyun stood beside her, took down the wall-mounted hairdryer, and soon the buzzing sound filled the air.
Ming Zhao was just a little shorter than his shoulders, making her seem even more petite in comparison.
The two looked at each other in the mirror, but upon meeting each other’s gaze, they instinctively looked away.
Only the sound of the hairdryer echoed in the corridor connecting the two bedrooms, creating an inexplicable awkward atmosphere.
Zhou Tingyun dried his hair and then unplugged the device.
Ming Zhao was busy patting her face dry, the sound crisp and clear.
Zhou Tingyu glanced at her. “Did you forget about your skincare routine too?”
Ming Zhao gave a light huff. “I waited for you in the living room for so long that I already picked up some dust. Of course, I have to wash my face again.”
Her tone carried a hint of complaint.
After tidying up the bottles and jars on the counter and putting the lids back on, Zhou Tingyun casually asked, “What time did you come back?”
Ming Zhao paused for a moment but quickly returned to her natural demeanor. “I didn’t go out today.”
She relied on the fact that Zhou Tingyun had been at the company all day, and immediately started to fabricate a story.
Unable to help but feel guilty, she stole a glance at him, only to meet his deep, penetrating black eyes that seemed to see right through her. She instantly averted her gaze as if nothing had happened.
Her disguise was quite clumsy.
However, Zhou Tingyun didn’t expose her; he simply handed her the lotion she would need for the next step.
…
The next day.
The headlines exploded.
Intimate photos of Xiao Shaoxun and a man flooded the internet, their close poses sparking endless speculation.
#Breaking News! Young Master Xiao Meets a Man at Night!
[Wow…it’s both unexpected and expected.]
[Do all rich people have such wild lifestyles?]
[Oh my god…their shirts aren’t even off, but things are already…messy down below, omg!]
[But who’s on top? Does anyone want to analyze this?]
While Ming Zhao laughed uncontrollably, chaos erupted at the club, with the sound of cameras clicking rapidly in the room.
Reporters swarmed, surrounding Xiao Shaoxun.
“Young Master Xiao, is this gentleman your companion?”
“Young Master Xiao, are you planning to come out to the entire nation?”
Xiao Shaoxun suspected the microphone was about to be shoved down his throat.
“Does your father know about this? What are his thoughts?”
Xiao Shaoxun’s face was blacker than the bottom of a pot. He angrily called security to chase all the reporters away.
The thought of Ming Zhao’s final look made him grit his teeth in anger.
He hadn’t expected this little girl to be so cunning!
Waking up to find a man lying next to him was one thing, but even though nothing had happened, the moment he opened the door, the reporters went wild, rushing in and taking a flurry of pictures, all aimed at his father.
Xiao Shaoxun cursed under his breath.
The news caused a ripple effect, impacting Xin Yuan’s stock price and directly affecting Zhou Yiyuan, who had projects in collaboration with Xin Yuan.
He was currently trying to suppress his anger while communicating with the other party.
“Mr. Wang, Mr. Wang, please listen to me…”
“Beep—”
The phone call ended abruptly. He was furious and slammed the phone onto the ground.
It shattered with a bang.
Zhou Siyu flinched slightly, like a startled deer. After a moment of hesitation, she spoke up, “A-Actually, everything was fine at the beginning yesterday. It was Young Master Xiao who angered Miss Ming with his words.”
Zhou Yiyuan was even angrier. He knew it!
Ming Zhao, someone who couldn’t tolerate any grievances, was no different from a ticking time bomb. That useless Xiao Shaoxun couldn’t just hold back for a moment!
“Dad,” Zhou Siyu tried to persuade him, “Can we please not argue about this? We…”
Her voice carried a hint of pleading.
However, Zhou Yiyuan was in a foul mood and impatiently interrupted her, “Alright, alright.”
His tone was filled with displeasure. “You can leave now.”
Seeing her father like this, Zhou Siyu clenched her fists slightly.