The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie
Chapter 295: 295: Shameless Jiang Zhi (one more update

Chapter 295: 295: Shameless Jiang Zhi (one more update

Last night, Jiang Zhi caused a bit of trouble.

Zhou Xufang woke up late in the morning. By the time she got up, both Zhou Qingrang and Lu Sheng had already left.

She brushed her teeth and came out, “Where’s uncle?”

Jiang Zhi served her a bowl of porridge, “He went to see off Lu Sheng.”

“What a pity, just like that, she left.” Zhou Xufang held her porridge and sipped it slowly, “Jiang Zhi, do you think my uncle likes Lu Sheng?”

Jiang Zhi picked up some shredded potatoes for her with chopsticks, “Hmm.”

“How can you tell?”

“Your uncle isn’t a soft-hearted person,” on the contrary, Zhou Qingrang was accustomed to being alone and was a cold person. “If he didn’t like her, he wouldn’t have let her in the door.”

Zhou Xufang felt relieved then. She really hoped Lu Sheng could become her aunt.

She took a bite of the dish, and discovered with surprise, “The shredded potatoes are delicious.” She immediately praised Jiang Zhi, “You are amazing at cooking,” and gave a thumbs up.

Jiang Zhi retracted the chopsticks that had been reaching for the shredded potatoes, “That was cooked by Lu Sheng.”

“…”

Did she hurt Jiang Zhi’s feelings?

Zhou Xufang picked up some bacon with her chopsticks, bit into it, “This bacon is burnt.” She comforted Jiang Zhi, “Nobody’s perfect.”

Jiang Zhi licked his teeth, “I was the one who fried that.”

“…”

Zhou Xufang chewed a few times, struggling to bite down, “Although it’s burnt, it tastes great.”

Jiang Zhi took a bite and pulled out a piece of paper to spit it out, “Don’t eat that.” The meat was too tough. She felt sorry for Zhou Xufang who had to lie to compliment.

She still smiled, “It’s okay, I have strong teeth.” She picked up another piece.

Do you know why Jiang Zhi is so keen on cooking? Even though his culinary skills are so poor.

—Because his girlfriend is a cheerleader.

The town had no airport. Zhou Qingrang bought Lu Sheng a direct train ticket and accompanied her to the entrance.

“Don’t see me off anymore.” There were many people inside, and she was worried someone might bump into him.

He handed her the train ticket, “Be careful on the way.”

“Okay.”

On the way there, they didn’t talk at all, even though she had so much she wanted to say.

“I’m leaving now.” She had no luggage, her hands empty, only holding the ticket he had bought for her.

Zhou Qingrang nodded.

The train station was noisy; it was still early, breakfast vendors were calling out, at the entrance a young couple was hugging each other goodbye, the girl’s eyes red, the boy comforting her.

Lu Sheng walked to the checkpoint, stopped, and then ran back.

“Zhou Qingrang.”

“Hmm.”

He stood amidst the crowd leaning on his cane, a handsome and distinguished young man.

Lu Sheng walked up to him, saying, “I’m twenty-three.”

He replied, “I know.”

He was thirty-seven by then, more than a generation older.

She said, “I’m still very young.” She looked at him, her eyes firm, “I can wait for you for a long time.”

“Lu Sheng—”

She interrupted him, not wanting to hear a rejection, “Can I hug you before I go?”

“I’m sorry.”

“Sorry for what?” Why did he always say ‘sorry’ to her, was she supposed to say ‘I’m willing’?

He spread his arms, took a step forward with one leg, and embraced her.

Sorry, I can only hug you with one hand.

Sorry, although I know I shouldn’t soften, I still couldn’t help myself.

Jiang Zhi, because of a shooting schedule and the crew waiting, went back to Imperial City the next day. Zhou Xufang stayed in Xufang Town with Zhou Qingrang.

It’s already the fourth day, she hasn’t returned yet.

Jiang Zhi made countless phone calls a day, always saying, “I miss you.”

“Xufang.”

“Mm.”

The crew rested for only fifteen minutes, which Jiang Zhi spent entirely on the phone with his girlfriend, “When are you coming back?” He sounded listless; without her, he lacked energy.

Zhou Xufang said, “Uncle said Sunday.”

Today was only Friday. Jiang Zhi kicked the pebbles beneath his feet, “That’s still two days away.”

On the other side, Zhou Xufang was lying on a rocking chair under an orange tree, basking in the sun, completely lazy, “Two days will pass quickly.”

“Don’t you miss me?”

His tone was filled with grievance.

Zhou Xufang touched her ear, shyly responding, “I do.”

“Then can you come back tomorrow?”

Zhou Xufang was considering.

“You’re not at home, and I can’t even sleep.” Jiang Zhi was pleading with her, “Come back tomorrow, okay?”

He was very good at acting coy.

She was so softened by his coaxing that she agreed, “I’ll talk to my uncle and come back tomorrow.”

Jiang Zhi was satisfied, “Let me know once you’ve booked the ticket, and I’ll come to pick you up.”

“Okay, alright.”

“Xufang,” Jiang Zhi suddenly asked, “did you get your period?” It was the 25th last month.

Zhou Xufang, who was shy, felt awkward, “…Yes.” Wasn’t he embarrassed to ask her that?

Her former innocence had turned into cheekiness!

Zhou Xufang felt very embarrassed, her voice as faint as a mosquito’s buzz, “It’s not that easy to get pregnant.”

“Didn’t Xue Baoyi get it in one shot?”

Zhou Xufang, worried someone would hear, covered the phone and said, “Our situation is different.”

“How is it different?” He was dissatisfied, “Are you saying I’m not as capable as him?”

“No.” Zhou Xufang rubbed her hot face with the back of her hand, “You were infertile before.”

The previously infertile Jiang Zhi: “…”

Why bring up old scars?!

Zhou Xufang didn’t want to talk to him anymore, the conversation had taken a wrong turn, “Vice Director Zhao is calling you, you should go be busy.” She was about to hang up.

Jiang Zhi grunted, “Give me a kiss before you hang up.”

Zhou Qingrang was still brewing tea in the courtyard.

Afraid of being seen, Zhou Xufang sneaked into her room, pecked her phone, and then hung up with a blushing face.

On the other end, just as Jiang Zhi had hung up the phone, an unknown number called, and he answered.

“Mr. Jiang.”

Jiang Zhi hummed a response and asked, “Do you have any news about what I asked you to check?”

There was a respectful tone from a man on the phone, who replied, “Yes.”

“Who?”

“Dean Xiao of Changling Hospital.”

It indeed was him.

He’d harmed Zhou Xufang with penicillin.

Holding his phone, Jiang Zhi’s index finger unintentionally tapped the back of his phone, pausing for a moment, “And the lab?”

“Surface-wise, there doesn’t seem to be any problem.” Oh, right, the man added, “Something strange though, the funds for the lab didn’t come from Changling Hospital but from a foreign enterprise.”

Meaning there was someone behind Xiao Yi.

“Send me the information.”

“Yes.”

Jiang Zhi hung up the phone, and Vice Director Zhao came over to hurry him, “Director Jiang, everything’s ready, we can start shooting.”

After the first trial, Luo Changde was escorted to the Western Prison.

The prison had rules for when inmates could wash up; at this moment, it was block three’s inmates’ turn in the washroom, their washing time was fifteen minutes, and inmates from various cells gradually came out, the water still running.

All the taps were open, and only if one listened closely could one hear the screaming.

“Don’t hit me!”

Luo Changde, holding his head and crouching in a corner, rubbed his hands begging, “Don’t hit me… please, I’m begging you.”

His face showed patches of blue and purple, his body even more so, a horrific sight, along with old wounds, clearly not his first time being beaten.