The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie
Chapter 384: 384: The cute baby's name, expecting twins? (Second update

Chapter 384: 384: The cute baby’s name, expecting twins? (Second update

Zhou Xufang nodded after some thought.

Lin Qiunan’s eye wrinkles were filled with smiles as she asked Zhou Qingrang, “Qing Rang, what about you?”

Lu Sheng answered before he could, “He’ll stay here too.”

Yao Bixi teased her as shameless with a laugh.

The atmosphere around the dinner table was great; they enjoyed home-cooked dishes and talked of everyday family matters.

After the meal, Yao Bixi went to prepare the rooms and the linen, hesitatingly asking Jiang Zhi, “Do you and Xu Fang want one room or two?”

Zhou Xufang said, “Two.”

Almost at the same time, Jiang Zhi said, “One.”

Yao Bixi laughed and said, “Then one it will be.”

The young girl blushed, her cheeks burning up like they were brushed with rouge.

Jiang Zhi shielded this thin-skinned little girl behind him, “I’ll just sleep on a mattress in her room.”

Yao Bixi didn’t ask why he’d sleep on a mattress but agreed with a smile.

While cutting fruit, Lu Sheng said, “Qing Rang, can I sleep on a mattress in your room?” Her eyes were smiling, full of anticipation.

Zhou Qingrang took her outside to talk.

Outside, the night sky teemed with stars, and the gardenia flowers bloomed in the courtyard, their mild fragrance hidden in the early summer night breeze.

Zhou Qingrang led her to a gardenia tree and told her, “We can’t say things like that when the elders are around.”

Lu Sheng leaned into him bonelessly, smiling knowingly, “What kind of things?”

He said seriously, “Indecent things.”

Lu Sheng laughed, “Is that indecent? When we live together, we’ll do even more indecent things.”

He turned his head away, his ears turning red.

Lu Sheng followed his gaze, “Zhou Qingrang.”

“Hmm.”

Zhou Qingrang turned to look at her.

Her eyes were bright, like the stars in the sky, her gaze direct and clear, “When you go back tomorrow, do you want to take me with you?”

They had agreed to live together.

With a face burning hot, Zhou Qingrang nodded, “Yes.”

He couldn’t keep a straight face, this was the girl he cherished.

Inside the house.

Lin Qiunan came down from the second floor, she had just visited Lu Jingyuan’s studio. At her age, she didn’t like to show her emotions, “Jingsong, have a couple of drinks with me.”

“Your blood pressure is high; you shouldn’t drink.”

“Just a little is fine.”

Lu Jingsong didn’t persuade her anymore and went to get some baijiu.

She didn’t drink at the dinner table but entered the study instead.

The living room TV was on, showing commercials. Lu Xinglan sat on a single-seat sofa with a laptop on her lap, her fingers tapping away, and suddenly said, “The last time the old lady drank was two years ago. The lab developed a new medication that could relieve my condition. She was in a good mood and had two drinks.”

Today, too, the old lady was in a good mood.

Jiang Zhi didn’t join the conversation, only pausing slightly in the act of shelling walnuts for Zhou Xu.

Lu Xinglan turned the laptop screen, “Did you direct this movie too?” She was downloading a movie for the old lady.

Jiang Zhi glanced at it and responded, “Hmm.”

“The old lady said she wants to watch it.”

“That’s not suitable.” The content was too mature.

Lu Xinglan clicked an ‘X’ and deleted it.

Zhou Xufang had also seen that movie, a spy thriller with passionate scenes between the leads.

“Jiang Zhi,” Zhou Xufang tugged at Jiang Zhi’s clothes and whispered, “I need to use the restroom.”

Jiang Zhi asked Lu Xinglan, “Where’s the bathroom?”

“Straight in, on the left.”

Jiang Zhi took Zhou Xu to the restroom, but he didn’t leave. He waited at the door.

Zhou Xufang, worried about being seen, said, “Go sit in the living room. You don’t have to wait here.”

“I’m not at ease with you alone.”

“…”

Was he afraid she might fall into the toilet?

Zhou Xufang went inside.

Jiang Zhi leaned against the wall waiting. The Lu Family’s lights cast a warm hue, softening the silhouettes of people. Across from him hung a painting on the wall, a doodle by Lu Sheng from when she was six, framed exquisitely. Next to the staircase entrance, there were two height charts, one for Lu Sheng, one for Lu Xinglan. They were old, and the cartoon stickers on them had faded.

Unlike the Jiang Family, which displayed famous paintings and antiques all around, the Lu Family’s home was imbued with the essence of daily life.

Zhou Xufang came out, “I’m done.”

Jiang Zhi was still looking at the painting on the opposite wall, “Xu Fang.”

“Hmm.”

He said, “I’m starting to like this place.” He couldn’t quite explain what appealed to him, but ever since he had entered the house, everything felt just right.

“Me too.” Zhou Xufang took his hand, tilted her head, and rested it on his shoulder, looking at Lu Sheng’s colorful painting, “When our baby is born, you can teach him to paint, and we can hang it here as well.”

Jiang Zhi looked at her, “Me teach?” He shook his head, “I’m terrible at painting.”

Zhou Xufang replied earnestly, “So you know that.”

His paintings were only comprehensible to him.

Jiang Zhi: “…”

At this moment, Yao Bixi came down from upstairs, “The clothes and toiletries have been placed in the room, take a look and see if you need anything else.”

Zhou Xufang politely thanked her, “Thank you, Aunt.”

“We’re family, no need for formalities.” Yao Bixi went to the kitchen to get busy.

Jiang Zhi was momentarily stunned.

“Did you just call her Aunt?”

“Uh-huh.” Zhou Xufang held his hand and swung it back and forth, with a slight flutter in her eyes, “You can’t bring yourself to say it, so I’ll say it for you.”

He wanted to say it, but he just couldn’t get the words out.

Jiang Zhi didn’t deny it and ruffled her hair, “How do you know everything?”

Zhou Xufang thought deeply before answering, “Because I’m your little cotton-padded jacket.”

The way she earnestly said those sweet nothings was really endearing.

Jiang Zhi took his little cotton-padded jacket to their room.

He closed the door, first surveyed the room, and then took her to rest on the bed, “Feeling sleepy?”

“A little.”

The bathroom was in the room. Yao Bixi probably guessed that Lin Qiunan would have them stay over; the clothes and toiletries were all prepared in advance and placed on the cabinet by the bathroom door.

Jiang Zhi took off her light jacket, “You go take a shower first.”

Zhou Xufang was sleepy, but she was in a dilemma, “Uncle has pickled some spicy chicken feet, and they’ll be ready in a while.”

She was still thinking about the chicken feet.

Jiang Zhi laughed, crouched down to take her shoes off, “Then you sleep for a bit, and I’ll wake you when it’s ready.”

She agreed, lay down, and held on to Jiang Zhi’s hand without letting go, “Jiang Zhi, am I carrying twins?”

Jiang Zhi picked up a blanket from the bed to cover her stomach and sat beside her, letting down her tied-up hair, “Have you had a dream about the baby?”

She shook her head, “Lixiang says ‘sour for a boy, spicy for a girl’, but I want to eat sour and spicy both.”

She thought to herself, it would be great if they were twins.

Jiang Zhi, however, remarked, “Wouldn’t it be best if they weren’t twins?”

“Why?”

“Having two at once would be more dangerous.”

Zhou Xufang placed her hand on her stomach, and thinking that there might be two ‘eggs’ inside made her very happy. She said to Jiang Zhi, “Why do you always assume the worst?”

“How can I not?” he said as a matter of course, “You are my life, I am terrified of losing you.”

Ah, so sweet.

Zhou Xufang’s eyes narrowed with joy as she hugged his neck and gave him several smooches on his face, “Then you must live a long and healthy life.”

Jiang Zhi lowered his body slightly to assist her.

She wasn’t sleepy anymore, sitting up she asked, “Jiang Zhi, will you take the Lu surname in the future?”

“I might.”

In any case, he won’t take the Jiang surname.

“So, what about our baby? Still call it Jiang Tang?”

They had agreed earlier that no matter whether it was a boy or girl, the baby would be called Jiang Tang, ‘Tang’ as in cotton candy.

Jiang Zhi didn’t stand on ceremony, “Up to you.”

It didn’t matter what the child was called, as long as she was happy, even Erdan would be fine; and it’s said that children with humble names are easy to raise.

Zhou Xufang pondered, then considered it carefully, “Okay, let’s call it Lu Jiangtang.”

“Which Jiang?”

“The ginger Jiang.”

Jiang Zhi: “…”

As long as she was happy.

Naming the child was something Zhou Xufang took seriously, very seriously, “Do you want to change it to the ginger Jiang as well?” She figured Jiang Zhi wouldn’t like the ‘Jiang’ from the Jiang Family.

But she was used to calling him Jiang Zhi, changing to another name wouldn’t feel right.

Lu Jiangzhi: “Up to you.”

Ginger juice, ginger soup.

It sounded just like one family.

Someone knocked on the door from outside, “Are you asleep?”

Jiang Zhi ensured Zhou Xufang was properly covered with the blanket before getting up to open the door.

It was Lu Jingsong who had come up, “Your grandma asked me to bring this to you. She’s been in high spirits today and had a few extra drinks, now she can’t climb the stairs.”

He was holding a plate of peeled almonds, standing at the door without entering, “Your grandma told me she doesn’t know how to act around you, afraid of being too enthusiastic and making you uncomfortable, too cold and you’d think she doesn’t care about you.”

Even the offer to stay overnight was something the old lady discussed with Zhou Xufang.

“If we’ve made you uncomfortable, don’t keep it to yourself,” Lu Jingsong said with eyes becoming warm, “We’re family, you can say anything.”

The Lu Family was extremely cautious around him.

Unlike Xu Jiuru who always had nice words to say at the ready, Lin Qiunan said nothing, and after a few drinks, peeled a plate of almonds, and stuffed half a dish of sweet and sour ribs into his bowl.

Jiang Zhi didn’t say anything else, simply nodded, “Yeah.”

Lu Jingsong handed him the plate of almonds and said, “Xu Fang, the spicy chicken feet are ready, coming to eat?”

Zhou Xufang climbed out of bed, “Mhm, mhm.”

“I’ll head down first then.”

Lu Jingsong went downstairs, and Jiang Zhi still stood at the door holding that plate of almonds.

Before dinner, he ate one almond.

Lin Qiunan thought he liked it and so peeled a whole plate.