Zhou Linchuan then brought over his and Jiang Baiyuan’s breakfast, similar in nature but with two fried eggs instead of the fruit platter. Jiang Baiyuan thanked him, but ate his breakfast absentmindedly. He was the first to finish, took his dishes to the kitchen to wash, and when Zhou Linchuan brought in his own, Jiang Baiyuan reached out to take them, indicating he would wash them.
Zhou Linchuan didn’t refuse, handed over the dishes, and was about to leave when he heard Jiang Baiyuan ask, “Have you seen the news?”
Of course, he had. He even saw that he was being mocked online as “Jiang Baiyuan who doesn’t know his wife’s beauty.” He thought about his subtle advice against plastic surgery on Weibo, which seemed insincere and lacked persuasiveness. If it were him, he wouldn’t have posted it himself; instead, he would have someone analyze Xu Xiangying’s features, spinning a tale about how her looks were bad luck for parents, husband, and even herself, otherwise, why would she have disappeared without reason? In short, he felt pretty foolish.
However, he still respected Jiang Baiyuan’s dignity and didn’t show it: “Oh, the news, I saw it. What’s wrong?”
Jiang Baiyuan actually didn’t want to seek help from his rival, as it made him look incompetent, but he couldn’t just let others get plastic surgery to look like his wife. He awkwardly asked, “What do you think should be done about it?”
Zhou Linchuan was surprised he was asking for help, paused for two seconds, then asked in return, “What do you think? Do you mind if others look like her?”
“Of course,” he frowned, his eyes showing disgust. “I can’t stand others wearing her face.”
“You’re afraid you’ll fall in love with that face?”
“No.” He was afraid someone else wearing his wife’s face would flirt with other men or do something even more outrageous. Just the thought of it was unbearable.
Zhou Linchuan could guess this, thinking with a dark smile: that would be fine too. If her face became common, it would lose its allure to him. But thinking of their precious moments together, he couldn’t bear the thought. If everyone had that face, his cherished memories would be tainted.
“I’ll handle it. If you can accept the method.”
“What method?”
