The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie
Chapter 301: 301: Reconciliation is easy, getting cozy (second part)

Chapter 301: 301: Reconciliation is easy, getting cozy (second part)

Zhou Xufang just squatted there, curling up into a mushroom.

Jiang Zhi approached, “Zhou Xufang.”

She looked up, still stunned, “You came back.”

He asked with a complaining tone, “Why didn’t you come to pick me up?”

Her legs had gone numb from squatting, and she limped toward him, her voice small and delicate, “I didn’t know where you went to buy the phone.”

“I posted on Moments.”

She bit herself with regret, “I wasn’t on WeChat.”

Jiang Zhi: “…”

He sent so many posts, all of them gone to the dogs!

“Where have you been? Why did it take you so long to come back?” She showed a very sad and mournful expression.

Jiang Zhi, seeing her like that, felt heartbroken, really wanting to kiss her, but he resisted, “At Nanchu’s house.”

Zhou Xufang, puzzled, “Weren’t you going to buy a phone?”

Indeed, she hadn’t realized he had run away from home.

Despite being such a smart girl, why was she so straightforward in matters of men and women? She didn’t understand any romance.

Jiang Zhi didn’t know whether to be angry with her or himself, in any case, he felt somewhat annoyed, “I got angry, so I went to his place deliberately.”

She looked up at him, her eyes turning red as she stared.

As if about to cry.

Jiang Zhi panicked and dropped the milk on the ground, “Don’t cry, don’t cry.” He quickly hugged her, “It’s all my fault, my mistake, just scold me if you are unhappy, why cry?”

He should not have been temperamental with his girlfriend, making her cry; the one aching was himself.

Feeling uneasy, he hugged her, calling softly, “Fang Bao, Fang Bao.”

Zhou Xufang sniffled, still troubled, having been out in the cold night air, her speech was nasal, clutching Jiang Zhi’s clothes, she said, “I thought you didn’t like me anymore, that you didn’t want to be with me.”

Just thinking that Jiang Zhi didn’t want to be with her, she felt as if the sky was falling, life seemed pointless and joyless.

Jiang Zhi, both amused and helpless, said, “Are you silly?” He hugged her cold body tighter, “I really like you, that’s why I acted out.”

It was because he liked her too much, always on edge, always trying in every way to make her think of him more, to care for him more.

Zhou Xufang stood on her toes and kissed his chin, “Will you always like me, and always be with me?”

Jiang Zhi, not satisfied with such a barely-there affection, deeply kissed her.

He said, “Yes.”

Zhou Xufang, breathlessly, “Even if I do something wrong?”

His body carried a heavy scent of alcohol.

“Mm.” Jiang Zhi, like a puppy, nudged against her, “You haven’t done anything wrong; it was me who got scared. I’m afraid someone might use penicillin on you.”

It was him who had been overly cautious, he couldn’t afford to be careless, like he said, he liked her too much, so he always walked on thin ice.

Zhou Xufang understood his meaning, her voice soft as she apologized, “I’m sorry, I didn’t consult with you beforehand, I won’t act recklessly next time.”

Jiang Zhi touched her face, cold to the touch, rubbed his hands together, holding them over hers, “I shouldn’t have been harsh on you either, can we call it even?”

“Mm-hm.”

He bent down to kiss her head.

Then he noticed—

“Why is there a bald spot on your head?”

Zhou Xufang touched the top of her head, “I pulled it out.”

Jiang Zhi moved her to a well-lit area, examining her scalp closely, “Why would you pull out your hair?”

“I was anxious, afraid you wouldn’t want to be with me.” Zhou Xufang explained fully, “I didn’t mean to pull that hard, but my hair broke.”

“You still want to pull harder?” Jiang Zhi cradled her head, urging her to keep still, “Let me see.”

Zhou Xufang obediently bent her head down.

Her scalp was red, a lot of hair had fallen out, and much was broken, revealing a patch of scalp the size of a soybean.

Jiang Zhi both felt sorry and amused, “Zhou Xufang, you’re not allowed to pull your own hair anymore. If you become bald, I won’t fancy you anymore.”

She immediately nodded, no pulling, no pulling ever again.

Jiang Zhi looked at her scalp and felt so heartbroken and filled with self-reproach, “Does it hurt?”

“Not at all, I’m thick-skinned.”

“…”

Is that something a girl should say?

Jiang Zhi carried the milk in one hand, and with an arm around her, walked home, “Who said you’re thick-skinned? You are my girlfriend, to be treated delicately.”

The ‘delicate’ Zhou Xufang hummed happily.

After entering building seventeen, they didn’t head upstairs. Jiang Zhi lifted her up and placed her on the stairs, unable to bear it anymore…

Only Zhou Xufang and a cat lived in building seventeen.

In the late spring nights, that cat was terribly noisy, meowing all night long.

Dawn was breaking, and Zhou Xufang hadn’t slept yet, while Jiang Zhi was in the bathroom. She sat on the bed wrapped in a blanket, stealthily using Jiang Zhi’s phone to call Fang Lixiang’s cousin who ran the Fairy Descending Beauty Salon.

The phone rang for a long time before it connected.

“Mr. Cheng.”

Cheng Xin, groggy from sleep, “Who is it?”

Zhou Xufang first apologized for waking him up and then introduced herself, “I am Lixiang’s friend, Zhou Xufang.”

Cheng Xin remembered, the girl who had been a hair model in his shop, “What’s up?”

Zhou Xufang, whose voice was hoarse from a fever caused by Jiang Zhi, was drinking a glass of water, “Does your shop do hair implants?” Jiang Zhi didn’t like bald people, she couldn’t go bald.

Cheng Xin, “…”

The sound of the water in the bathroom stopped, and Zhou Xufang immediately hung up the phone.

Jiang Zhi came out and carried her into the bathroom…

At 11 in the morning, Zhou Xufang got out of bed. After lunch, she went to the Fairy Descending Beauty Salon to inquire about hair implantation because she didn’t quite understand it.

However, she didn’t need a hair implant after all. Fang Lixiang’s cousin said there was no need, as the hair follicles were not damaged and the hair would regrow naturally.

Zhou Xufang, who wouldn’t need an implant and wouldn’t go bald, was especially happy. Then she and Jiang Zhi went to buy a cell phone, and also a pink fisherman’s hat.

Luo Group.

The chairman had been sleeping all morning.

Like the proverbial useless Prince Zhou Chu, Mr. Hu, the senior executive, felt like his hairline had receded from the headache, predicting that soon he’d need a hair implant himself.

Mr. Hu woke him up, “Chairman, Chairman.”

Luo Yinghe yawned and cursed at him, “You damn thing.”

“…”

He was going to resign sooner or later!

Mr. Hu endured it for now, “The Jiang Family case has been facilitated by Chairman Luo.”

Luo Yinghe, not the dimmest bulb, figured it out as she applied powder and lipstick in front of a mirror, “And then?”

Luo Changfang, ever since getting the old man’s shares, had started doing her utmost to salvage the Luo Family’s reputation, “Now, everyone on the board looks only to Chairman Luo.”

Luo Yinghe understood, “Are you saying I’ve been overshadowed by that bitch Luo Changfang?”

Always ‘bitch’ this, ‘bitch’ that.

How did these people even manage to live to such an age?

Mr. Hu just cursed in his heart and remained outwardly loyal, “Yes, Chairman.”

Luo Yinghe was indifferent, “Who are they? Fire them all.”

“…”

This girl had shit for brains.

Mr. Hu tried to advise her patiently, “That won’t do, Chairman.”

“Why not?” She was the chairman, wildly arrogant, “Luo Group is a family business, I own the most shares, I can fire whoever I want.”