Pampered By All In Different Planes-Chapter 231: After Kicking Out the Scumbag, the Aloof Buddhist Son Dotes on His Wife 31

After she said that, she didn’t expect Zhou Mingyu would have an answer.

But to her surprise, in the very next second, Zhou Mingyu looked up at her, "Indeed that’s one of the reasons."

Su Zhiruan: "Really?"

"I quite like the gossip you share." He raised his hand to remove his glasses, his composed gaze quietly settled in her eyes, "Would you find it troublesome to message me every day?"

"Of course not," Su Zhiruan said decisively, then she blinked, "If I had to act every day with Jiang Beiyu, perhaps I couldn’t have continued, I am also glad that you are willing to listen when I share gossip."

After she finished speaking, Zhou Mingyu’s eyes flickered, gazing deeply at her.

He didn’t speak further, the curtain on the second floor was lifted at a corner.

The pale blue curtain gently floated, the light sliced continuously through the ground, casting strands of light, like intense, passionate kisses.

Finally, the sunshine fell on their hands, which were overlapped unknowingly.

"... Mr. Zhou, don’t you think things are progressing a bit fast?" Su Zhiruan raised her eyebrows and looked at her hand tucked into the man’s palm, she couldn’t help but tease, "At most, we could only be considered as having an online romance, no, just online chatting, and it’s mostly just me talking."

"Is it fast?" Zhou Mingyu pinched her small hand, the gaping void in his heart felt filled at this moment, he leaned forward, his words earnest, "I have never pursued anyone before, nor have I ever thought about pursuing anyone."

After speaking, he flipped her hand over and intertwined her fingers with his, the warmth of their palms spreading across both of their palm lines, "But I do want to pursue you, with the intention of marriage."

Happiness came so suddenly, like a tornado.

Su Zhiruan almost couldn’t believe her ears, she opened her mouth wide, "Ah?"

"Don’t believe me?" Zhou Mingyu saw her puzzled look and tilted her head slightly, after a moment’s thought, he took the Buddha beads off his wrist, the jet-black color, it was a bit large on her wrist, so Zhou Mingyu wrapped it around once more, now it fit just right, "Take this, seeing it is like seeing me, this is my sentiment."

Zhou Mingyu’s gaze was resolute, and she intended to refuse, but facing this man’s unquestionable eyes, she shook her wrist and wore it.

She and Zhou Mingyu were sitting on a sofa on the second floor, having tea, her thoughts inadvertently strayed.

Just now, she could still say Zhou Mingyu was just a friend, but in less than ten minutes since they had gone upstairs, their relationship had suddenly taken a big leap forward.

So fast that even she couldn’t react.

Her initial purpose in this world wasn’t to first conquer Zhou Mingyu, but to ensure the scumbags and mean girls got what they deserved, yet could it be that through some small actions, she had unintentionally conquered him?

If Su’s father and mother were to see this, they probably would be stunned on the spot.

"Ruanruan, you and Mr. Zhou come down for dinner." She was thinking about Su’s mother when she heard her loudly calling them to come down for dinner.

"Coming!" Su Zhiruan turned to Zhou Mingyu, "Shall we go down for dinner?"

"That would be nice." He followed Su Zhiruan downstairs.

...

The dishes on the dining table were abundant, not incredibly exquisite, but given the short time to prepare so much, everyone took their seats one after the other.

Mingyu Zhou, considering himself a junior, wanted Su’s father to sit at the head of the table. However, Su’s father, reminded of business cooperation upon seeing him, did not dare to step forward. In the end, it was Su’s mother who took the seat at the head.

Next to Mingyu Zhou was Su Zhiruan, facing him was Song Lianqing, and across from Su Zhiruan was her father.

"Not knowing what Mr. Zhou and Xiaosong prefer, I just asked my aunt to prepare a variety, please mention if anything is not to your taste," Su’s mother warmly entertained the group.

To show his commitment, Su’s father retrieved a bottle of alcohol from his cherished collection, "If you don’t mind, shall we all have a drink?"

Song Lianqing lived just opposite, Mingyu Zhou had arrived with a driver. As for Su Zhiruan and her mother, they had average tolerance for alcohol; they were merely keeping pace.

Song Lianqing looked at Mingyu Zhou, feeling somewhat congested in his heart, the desire to win among men was on the verge of eruption.

He truly liked Su Zhiruan. Initially, seeing her fall for Jiang Beiyu, a man of humble origins, had irritated him. Now that Jiang Beiyu was not a threat, another contender, Mingyu Zhou, had appeared.

If Jiang Beiyu was only a pawn, then Mingyu Zhou was like a king.

The Zhou Family, a legacy of inheritance, had an incredibly profound backing, beyond what ordinary people could imagine.

As the sole son of this generation in the Zhou family, Mingyu Zhou was in a place where he commanded the wind and the rain. If he merely had a fondness for Su Zhiruan, it would be one thing, but if he were serious, his presence could overshadow the entire Song Family; in both looks and familial background, Mingyu Zhou dwarfed all the young talents in Jinghua.

"Mr. Zhou, no going back sober," Song Lianqing raised his glass, smiling at Mingyu Zhou.

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This was the thirteenth glass.

But Mingyu Zhou’s face showed no other color, still pale and stern. His fingers were long and beautiful, tapping the glass ever so lightly; he too drained his glass when Song Lianqing offered a toast.

After accompanying them for two drinks, Su’s mother felt somewhat dizzy and went back to her room to rest.

Su’s father, intoxicated, seeing these two young men appearing to compete in drinking, his cheeks flushed red, his consciousness starting to blur, but his eyes kept watching them, chuckling from time to time.

Su Zhiruan was relatively sober. She yawned and casually placed the empty bottle next to Mingyu Zhou onto the floor.

"Mr. Song seems to be in high spirits. Another round?" Mingyu Zhou, his tone light, looked at him with a challenging air, "Or should I start?"

"No need!" Song Lianqing slapped the table, "Indeed, Mr. Zhou can hold his liquor, but I am not drunk either!"

Mingyu Zhou tugged at the corner of his mouth, the hand under the table gently resting on Su Zhiruan’s hand, palm to back, sandwiched between them was the string of Buddha Beads. Su Zhiruan turned her head to see what he would do next but heard him speak deliberately, "Then let’s continue."

Then.

Many more bottles followed.

Until the table was piled high with bottles, the young Master Song finally could not keep up. His eyelids were fighting each other, his entire face flushed and unsteady, continuously muttering, "Keep drinking... let’s continue! I’m not drunk!"

While he spoke drunkenly, Mingyu Zhou merely pinched his brow, remaining silent and calm.

After that, Song Lianqing muttered a few more words, "Ruanruan... then look at me... I, we’ve known each other for so many years, you are in my heart... others may not believe, cannot believe... Ruanruan, give me a chance to confess..."

Su Zhiruan was slightly tipsy too, but when she heard Song Lianqing’s words, she immediately sobered up and instinctively looked towards Mingyu Zhou, who had taken his hand away.