The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie
Chapter 305: 305: Jiang Zhi's Dog Food, Xue Baoyi's Dog Food (Second Update)

Chapter 305: 305: Jiang Zhi’s Dog Food, Xue Baoyi’s Dog Food (Second Update)

Jiang Zhi took the milk from her and opened it before handing it back to her, “She just won Best Actress in Berlin last year.”

Zhou Xufang bit an apple, took a sip of milk, “Is she even better than Lixiang?” Getting injured and staying in the hospital was fantastic; Jiang Zhi gave her an extra can of milk every day.

“If nothing unexpected happens, Fang Lixiang should be able to win an award this year.” The film he was working on was aimed at the awards.

Just as Jiang Zhi finished speaking, Fang Lixiang popped up from nowhere.

“Really?” She was clawing at the glass on the hospital room door, “Director Jiang, you truly are my ‘regeneration’ parents.”

The girlfriend of her ‘regeneration’ parents, Zhou Xufang: “…”

The last day of March was the day Fang Lixiang and Xue Baoyi got engaged—a most auspicious and suitable day for all things.

The night before the engagement, Fang Lixiang invited Zhou Xufang to stay over at her place. Xufang agreed and went over in the afternoon. Mr. Fang was delighted to see Zhou Xufang and cooked a feast. After dinner, Mr. Fang started to tear up.

Fang Lixiang felt emotional too, “I’m not getting married tomorrow, why are you crying?”

Mr. Fang turned his head with a proud sniffle, “Who’s crying? I’ve just got something in my eye.”

Still stubborn.

Fang Lixiang chuckled, “How about I blow on it for you?”

Mr. Fang whined and grumbled.

Fang Guifei lay at their feet, whimpering away.

Fang Lixiang pretended to blow on Fang’s eyes, but the more she blew, the more tears flowed. Finally, he began to sob openly, “My girl, when you’re at the Xue Family, don’t be too lazy. Wash the clothes, fold the blankets, and don’t wait for someone to call you for meals.”

The atmosphere of sending off a daughter instantly kicked in.

Zhou Xufang also felt a sourness in her heart.

Mr. Fang continued, tears streaming, “The most important thing to remember: if that brat Xue Baoyi dares to bully you, don’t just endure it.”

Above all else, his daughter was most important.

Fang Lixiang sniffled, “I know.” Her mother had passed away early, and Mr. Fang, playing both mother and father, had raised her with great difficulty. “Mr. Fang, if you like Aunt Qin from downstairs, you should marry her.”

“Uh!”

Mr. Fang burped suddenly, unable to cry anymore, his face red with embarrassment, “What nonsense are you talking about? Nothing’s going on between me and her.”

The atmosphere of marrying off a daughter was instantly shattered.

Fang Lixiang snickered, “Don’t be shy now, I saw you holding hands with Aunt Qin in the corridor.”

Mr. Fang: “…”

Fang Lixiang grinned deviously.

Mr. Fang: “…”

“Fang, you’re blushing so much.”

Red-faced and with nowhere to hide, Mr. Fang retreated to his room and went into seclusion.

That night, Fang Lixiang slept with Zhou Xufang.

Fang Lixiang reached out and touched Zhou Xufang’s thermal underwear, which was as cold as a block of ice underneath, “Xufang, you’re so cold.”

Zhou Xufang moved a bit further away, “Don’t stick to me. You’re pregnant; you can’t catch a cold.”

Fang Lixiang wanted to hug her and sleep, to feel the little creature growing inside, but sensibly slept beside her, “Does Jiang Zhi hold you when you sleep?”

A bashful Zhou Xufang: “…mm-hmm.”

Although Jiang Zhi’s sleeping habits were terrible, always kicking her, she still let him hold her as they slept.

At that moment, the mobile phone on the nightstand rang. Fang Lixiang got up to check and turned on the bedside lamp, “Xufang, you go ahead and sleep; I need to step out for a bit.”

Zhou Xufang, who also had a boyfriend, had grown much more emotionally intelligent, “Is Mr. Xiao Xue here?”

Fang Lixiang covered her face, “Mm-hmm.”

Zhou Xufang, seeing her blush for the first time, said, “Then you better go.”

“Don’t wait up for me; you sleep first.” Fang Lixiang grabbed her clothes and went out.

Lying alone, Zhou Xufang felt a bit uncomfortable in a strange bed and couldn’t fall asleep despite tossing and turning. Around ten o’clock, her phone rang; it was Jiang Zhi calling.

She sat up and picked up the phone.

“Jiang Zhi.”

Zhou Xufang was delighted to receive the call, but Jiang Zhi on the other end didn’t seem too happy, sounding quite downcast, “Why are you staying over at Fang Lixiang’s? Can’t you come back?”

He missed her terribly.

The room was very quiet, and Zhou Xufang spoke softly, “I promised Lixiang I’d stay with her tonight.”

Jiang Zhi felt unfairly abandoned, disgruntled, “I have no one to accompany me.”

Imagine a dog that its owner has cherished and held dear every day. Suddenly, one day, the owner takes the dog out and finds someone else’s cat cute, strokes it, and cuddles with it a bit.

When the dog gets home, it scratches its owner, turns its back to her, and refuses its food.

At this moment, Jiang Zhi felt like that dog.

Zhou Xufang had never owned a dog and didn’t know how to console one, so she suggested, “Why don’t you sleep with Mr. Xiao Xue?”

Jiang Zhi was not pleased, “Who wants to sleep with him? I only want to sleep with you.”

From the time he was born until now, he had only ever shared a bed with Zhou Xufang; even Qiao Nanchu wasn’t allowed in his bed.

Zhou Xufang suddenly thought of another matter, “Jiang Zhi, don’t you get cold sleeping with me? Lixiang said I’m very icy too.”

The once innocent and shy Jiang Zhi now dared to say anything, “You’ll be warm if you’re shy.” And there was a more shameless comment to follow.

Zhou Xufang: “…”

She didn’t want to chat with him anymore.

“Fang Bao.”

Whenever Jiang Zhi called ‘Fang Bao,’ Zhou Xufang was defenseless.

“Mm.”

“Say something sweet to lull me to sleep.”

Zhou Xufang, with phone in hand, wriggled into the blanket: “What do you want to hear?”

Jiang Zhi said, “The cheesier, the better.”

She couldn’t bring herself to say cheesy things.

Jiang Zhi coaxed her like a big bad wolf, “Then I’ll say one line and you say the next.”

“Okay.”

Afterward, he led her to say a lot of cheesy love words, and a lot of… shameless things. Probably because he was a director, he knew so much, knew how to use his voice, how to use a phone to make her—feverish.

Jiang Zhi was a little hooligan.

Zhou Xufang always cursed him as such, not in jest, but because he only played the hooligan with her, without any bottom line.

Downstairs, the streetlight was dim.

Xue Baoyi leaned against his flashy car, chewing nicotine gum. Fang Lixiang was pregnant now, so he started quitting smoking. He used to laugh at Qiao Nanchu for quitting smoking, but in the end, he was no different.

Fang Lixiang came out wearing a down jacket that wrapped her from head to toe, a scarf around her face: “What are you doing here so late?”

Xue Baoyi smirked mischievously: “I’m here for a secret rendezvous with you.”

Fang Lixiang glared at him: “Who’s having a secret rendezvous with you?”

He stepped forward and embraced her: “I’m too excited, can’t sleep.”

Fang Lixiang, looking up with only her eyes and forehead visible, said, “Don’t get too excited too soon. Once you’re on my pirate ship, you can’t get off.”

“Well then, I won’t get off,” Xue Baoyi pulled her scarf down and pecked her on the lips, “What do you say to moving in with me after we get engaged?”

She grinned, asking, “Do you know how to cook?”

“No.”

He was a spoiled young master, after all. How would he know the first thing about household chores?

“Let’s live together when you learn.”

Xue Baoyi grew impatient, unable to wait: “Why wait?”

“If you can’t cook, my father sure won’t let me live with you with a big belly. His number one criterion for a son-in-law is cooking skills.”

Speaking of Mr. Fang’s standards for choosing a son-in-law, Xue Baoyi didn’t meet a single one. Mr. Fang hoped his daughter could marry a simple, honest person, give birth to children, but Xue Baoyi, the playboy and wealthy young master, took the cake.

Xue Baoyi touched her stomach, still flat, not showing yet: “So am I depending on my child for status?”

Fang Lixiang slapped his hand away: “What else?”

Otherwise, she wouldn’t have been snatched up into his nest so quickly.

Xue Baoyi even grew more smug.

“…”

If Mr. Fang heard this thuggish talk, he’d be in for a beating with the sole of a shoe.

“It’s just cooking, I can handle that.” He hugged his lady’s slender waist, “I’ll come for you after I learn.”

Fang Lixiang nodded in agreement, urging him: “You should head back, it’s late.”

Xue Baoyi held her, not letting go, not wanting to leave, just wanting to stay with her a bit longer: “I can’t sleep if I go back.” He was too stirred up for tomorrow’s engagement, impossible to sleep.

“How about we play a couple of games? I’ll carry you.”

“No, pregnant women shouldn’t be on their phones for too long.”

Fang Lixiang spoke an honest truth: “You won’t last five minutes in a game, won’t be very long.”

Stubborn noob’s death glare: “…” He had his pride too, “I’ve gotten very good now, I even made it to the final circle yesterday.”

Half an hour later, Xue Baoyi was home, arranging to fly to G harbor with Fang Lixiang.

He logged onto the game, parachuting with her.

Upon landing, he was eager to impress: “Lixiang, you hide in the house, I’ll find a gun for you.”

In the game, a character with two colored braids and a nurse cap ran onto an open field, cheerfully picking up gear.

Suddenly, gunshots rang out, bullets scattering.

From the headset, Xue Baoyi’s panicked voice shouted, “Teammate!”

“Teammate!”

“I’m down, come save me!”

“Quick! Save! Me!”

Fang Lixiang: “…”

A teammate close by went over, pulling Xue Baoyi back up: “Don’t pick them up anymore, there are people in that house across.”

Xue Baoyi was persistent: “No, I have to get a gun for my wife.”

The in-game character crouched and slid across.

Teammate: “…”

Fang Lixiang was touched by sweetness.

“Lixiang, I found a Level 3 Head.”

The in-game character scurried to the house where Fang Lixiang was hiding: “I’ll put it on you.”

Teammate: “This is love.”

The very next second—

“Bang bang bang!” An enemy burst into the house, a spray of bullets.

Xue Baoyi, who wasn’t particularly quick on the draw, got knocked out, and of course, Fang Lixiang, with her sharp reflexes, fired two shots, hit an enemy, and made a successful breakout.

The pair of lovebirds thus became ‘divided by life and death.’

To add insult to injury, the Level 3 Head was even looted by the enemies.

This goes to show—there’s no love in Peace Elite.