The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie
Chapter 385: 385: The eldest brother Lu Xinglan takes the position, bringing a high-warmth, high-sweetness wave (one more update)

Chapter 385: 385: The eldest brother Lu Xinglan takes the position, bringing a high-warmth, high-sweetness wave (one more update)

Zhou Xufang pulled Jiang Zhi into the house and closed the door.

She said, “Your grandma is really nice.”

“Yeah.”

She was very nice.

She also said, “I like the Lu Family.”

“Yeah.”

He liked them too.

The words he couldn’t say out loud, Zhou Xufang would say for him.

She fed him an almond: “Does it taste good?”

Sweet and salty, Jiang Zhi had never eaten these things before.

He nodded, “Yeah, not bad.”

With a smile, Zhou Xufang stuffed another one into his mouth.

Jiang Zhi set the plate on the cabinet, wrapped his arms around his girlfriend, and leaned his six-foot-tall frame against her: “Xu Fang, I am really happy.”

His tone started to sound whiny again.

Because someone doted on him.

Zhou Xufang’s arms encircled his waist: “I am happy too.”

When he was in a good mood, he felt spirited and pulled down the collar of his girlfriend’s shirt to kiss her: “I want to kiss you.”

Zhou Xufang moved back: “But I’m about to go eat chicken feet now.”

Jiang Zhi: “…”

His importance was less than chicken feet, huh!

Feeling a bit sour, sourer than spicy chicken feet, he irrationally demanded: “I want to kiss first.”

He was like a spoiled little delicate flower.

Okay, she’d indulge him a bit more, she hugged his neck, stood on tiptoe to kiss him—

“Xu Fang,” Lu Sheng called from downstairs, “come down for chicken feet.”

Zhou Xufang turned her head, not kissing anymore, and replied to Lu Sheng: “Coming.” After speaking, she pushed Jiang Zhi away, and clattered downstairs.

Jiang Zhi: “…”

Chicken feet were more important than him!

In the end, Jiang Zhi kissed a Zhou Xufang who tasted of spicy chicken feet.

At night, Zhou Xufang slept on the bed, while Jiang Zhi slept on the floor, turning over for the nineteenth time.

Zhou Xufang also turned over, facing his direction: “Jiang Zhi.”

“Yeah.”

Zhou Xufang’s voice was drowsy and soft: “Why haven’t you slept yet?”

The room was dark, with no light on and the curtains drawn. In the pitch black, Jiang Zhi searched for Zhou Xufang’s face: “Did I disturb you?” He lay flat, his head turned to look at the bed, “I’ll stop turning over, you sleep.”

Zhou Xufang rubbed her fighting eyelids and moved a bit further inside the bed: “Come up and sleep.”

Jiang Zhi lay still: “I might kick you.”

“You won’t kick me. Your sleeping has improved a lot these past few days.”

Ever since she became pregnant, Jiang Zhi was always afraid of kicking her or pressing against her in his sleep and didn’t rest well. His sleep quality was worse than before, but his sleep posture had much improved.

Jiang Zhi lifted the blanket, bringing a pillow over to her side and lay down, cuddling her with one arm: “Let’s sleep.”

“Yeah.”

She fell asleep quickly, dozing off in a short while. She was the opposite of Jiang Zhi; after getting pregnant, she slept more and more deeply, not as alert as before.

When she was sound asleep, Jiang Zhi went back to the ground. He didn’t feel sleepy at all, afraid to wake Zhou Xufang, he didn’t dare to move, lying there like a log for almost an hour.

Still couldn’t sleep.

He got up, tiptoed out the door, and saw Lu Xinglan on the stairs.

“Why aren’t you sleeping either?”

Lu Xinglan, wearing a pure black pajama set, tottered down the stairs, her eyes bleary with sleep: “Getting some water.”

Jiang Zhi went downstairs too.

After drinking some water, Lu Xinglan grabbed four cans of beer from the kitchen, placing them on the dining table. Jiang Zhi sat opposite her; she pushed a can towards him and opened one for herself.

The beer was cold, refreshing.

Lu Xinglan felt less drowsy: “Do you know about the car accident that involved your uncle and your grandma?”

Drip.

Jiang Zhi pulled the ring of the beer can: “Yeah.”

Lu Xinglan drank and talked to herself: “At that time, my uncle and your mother were about to get married. He went to pick up your grandma for the wedding, and they had an accident on the way. The driver who caused it was drunk driving, and in order to avoid your grandma, he swerved the steering wheel and died on the spot.”

Jiang Zhi had researched all of this before.

“The elder lady had to send her white-haired person to the land of the black-haired people; she hasn’t gotten over the pain of losing her child yet,” Lu Xinglan said as he took a gulp, his black attire making him look solemn and uptight. “Your grandmother was seriously injured back then, and our Lu Family was still in mourning, too preoccupied to care for anything else. The matriarch was bedridden with an illness and refused to see your mother during that period. Left with no one to turn to, your mother had no choice but to marry into the Jiang Family.”

Lu Xinglan paused for a while before asking, “Did you know about this?”

Jiang Zhi’s face showed no ripples of emotion, “I knew.”

It was precisely because of the exorbitant medical bills that her mother married Jiang Weixuan.

“The elder lady has blamed herself for many years, and now that she knows your mother was pregnant at the time, she can’t overcome the hurdle in her heart, feeling that she has wronged you,” Lu Xinglan tossed the empty beer can into the trash and opened another, took a sip, and continued, “Just now, the elder lady, in her tipsy state, called me over to ask if I would mind if she wanted to leave the Lu Family’s assets to you. She said that she’s getting on in years and doesn’t have much time left to make amends. Apart from some family wealth, there’s nothing much she can give you.”

Ever since the elder lady found out that Jiang Zhi was a member of the Lu Family, she began arranging her affairs for after her passing, short of writing the will. She tried everything she could to make up to him but felt so indebted that she didn’t even dare to get close.

Jiang Zhi’s eyes were downcast, her emotions completely hidden, betraying neither joy nor anger, she merely said, “Tell her I don’t want it.”

“Tell her yourself,” Lu Xinglan suggested with the poise of a mature official, speaking earnestly, “Regardless of whether you hold any resentment in your heart, find some time to talk to her, to untie this knot.”

Jiang Zhi finished the beer in her can and stood up, pushing the chair back, “You sound quite the part.” She was holding up the airs of an elder quite steadfastly.

Lu Xinglan naturally replied, “Of course, an older brother is like a father.”

“…”

Jiang Zhi threw away the beer can and went back to her room.

Lu Xinglan called after her from behind, “What’s the deal with your illness?”

He didn’t hide it, “Pretended.”

“…”

Lu Xinglan had seen him gasping after three steps and coughing after five, especially in winter, looking as if he was on his last breath. And it was all an act…

Lu Xinglan also stood up and headed upstairs, “Not bad acting.”

Jiang Zhi led the way, “Of course, I’m the director.” He looked back, objectively evaluating, “Your acting is not up to par, too exaggerated.”

Lu Xinglan: …￣へ￣.

He wasn’t even an actor!

The summer days dawn early, with the first light appearing around five or six in the morning.

Yao Bixi got up to use the toilet, and the spicy chicken feet from last night were a bit salty, prompting her to pour a glass of water to drink.

“Good morning,” Lin Qiunan emerged from the kitchen, still wearing an apron.

Yao Bixi glanced at the wall clock, it was only six fifteen, “Mom, why did you get up so early?”

Lin Qiunan took a few eggs out of the refrigerator, returned to the kitchen, filled a small pot with water, and set it on the stove to boil, “Jiang Zhi has to return to the hospital early, so I’m preparing some breakfast for him.”

In the Lu Family, men were the ones who cooked. The old man had been caring when he was alive. After the matriarch married into the family, she hardly ever set foot in the kitchen; her culinary skills were mediocre at best, and the number of times she actually cooked was countable.

Curious, Yao Bixi followed her into the kitchen, “This,” she looked at the clumps in the frying pan, “is this fried rice noodles?” Was it burned? It was blackened, with a lot of meat and a few strands of overcooked vegetables.

Lin Qiunan glanced at her, “What else would it be?”

The presentation was indeed quite apologetic.

Volunteering herself, Yao Bixi asked, “Do you have more rice noodles? I’ll fry some more.”

Lin Qiunan brought two plates to serve the food, “With your cooking skills, forget it.”

“…”

Pot calling the kettle black – no one should criticize the other.

Lin Qiunan picked out the burnt parts with a pair of chopsticks, “Although it may not look great, it tastes all right.”

Yao Bixi, still curious, reached for her own pair of chopsticks.

Without a word, Lin Qiunan moved the two plates piled high with fried rice noodles to the side and covered them with two other plates.

Yao Bixi: “…”

She really just wanted to taste it.

There was noise upstairs, and feeling a bit embarrassed, Yao Bixi put the chopsticks back and left the kitchen, seeing Jiang Zhi and Zhou Xufang coming down, “They’re down now.”

Zhou Xufang greeted the elder, “Auntie, good morning.” She also saw Lin Qiunan in the kitchen, “Grandma, good morning.”

Lin Qiunan nodded at her and then glanced at Jiang Zhi.

Jiang Zhi remained silent, following behind Zhou Xufang.

Yao Bixi asked Zhou Xufang, “Did you sleep well last night?”

“I did.”

Lin Qiunan brought out the two plates of pork fried rice noodles and set them on the dining table, “Let’s have breakfast first.” She went back to the kitchen to get milk.

Jiang Zhi and Zhou Xufang sat at the dining table, eating the fried rice noodles.

Lin Qiunan placed the milk down, then moved to the sofa, put on reading glasses, and started to read the news on her tablet.

After brushing her teeth, Yao Bixi came out, still curious about the flavor of the fried rice noodles, “Your grandma made it, she hasn’t cooked in a long time. Does it taste alright?”

The person reading news on the sofa shifted a little towards the dining area.

Zhou Xufang gave two thumbs up, “It’s good.”

Jiang Zhi also made an affirming sound.

Lin Qiunan adjusted the reading glasses on her nose bridge, a smile at the corner of her mouth, her expression gentle and kind.

When Jiang Zhi and Zhou Xufang finished eating and stood up, Lin Qiunan put down her tablet and walked over, “Are you full?”