The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie
Chapter 386: 386: High sweetness, high pampering; tormenting both dogs and scum together (second update)

Chapter 386: 386: High sweetness, high pampering; tormenting both dogs and scum together (second update)

When Jiang Zhi and Zhou Xufang finished eating and stood up, Lin Qiunan put down the tablet and walked over, “Did you eat enough?”

Zhou Xufang: “Yeah.”

Lin Qiunan went to the kitchen, took four boiled eggs, and put them in a bag, “I had someone buy these free-range chicken eggs, they’re already cooked, take them with you for the road.”

Jiang Zhi said, “Xu Fang is allergic to eggs.”

Lin Qiunan was about to take the eggs back—

He accepted them, “I’m not allergic.”

This awkward temperament, it’s very like his father.

Lin Qiunan then asked Zhou Xufang, “Is it just eggs you can’t eat? Can you eat chicken?”

“I can eat chicken,” Zhou Xufang added, “Chicken feet too.” The spicy chicken feet that Lu Sheng’s dad made were especially delicious, she had eaten a lot of them last night.

Lin Qiunan smiled, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes deep, “I’ll remember that.”

Jiang Zhi, holding the eggs in one hand and his girlfriend’s hand in the other, said, “We’re leaving.”

Lin Qiunan gave one more piece of advice, “Drive slowly.”

The conversation was plain and ordinary; the Lu Family was just an ordinary family, and the elders were just ordinary old people. When they aged, the children who lived away from home were always guests, hoping day and night for their return, and finding it hard to say goodbye when they left.

Lin Qiunan escorted them to the door.

While changing shoes, Jiang Zhi suddenly said, “The Lu Family doesn’t need to worry about me, I need to manage my own company, I can’t take care of both.”

“Did Xinglan tell you that?”

“Yeah.” Jiang Zhi went out through the front door, “I’m off.”

“Jiang Zhi.”

He turned around.

The morning’s First Sun shone on the old man’s head, making his white hair seem as if it were tinged with frost, she said, “Come back more often in the future.”

The rule in the Jiang Family had always been to return to the old house on the first and fifteenth of the lunar month, and it was only later that Jiang Zhi learned this was a rule set by Xu Jiuru for the convenience of regularly medicating him; it was the first time someone told Jiang Zhi to come back more often.

He replied, “I’ve finished eating the almonds you peeled.”

What he wanted to say was, he didn’t hold any grudges; what was past was past, and moving forward, he still had the surname Lu.

Lin Qiunan understood, standing at the door, watched the car drive away, waved, and went inside with tears in his eyes.

Yao Bixi came out patting her cream-covered hands, “Did Jiang Zhi leave?”

“Yeah.”

She peered outside, feeling oddly sentimental, “Wonder when he’ll come over again?”

Lin Qiunan went inside, “He’ll be back once the Jiang Family’s affairs are settled; this is his home, after all.”

“That’s true.”

Lin Qiunan sat on the sofa, her presbyopia making her place the tablet a good distance away, and continued watching the news. Thinking of something, she mentioned, “Bixi, tell Jingsong not to put egg whites in the meatballs next time.”

“Ah?” Why was she suddenly mentioning meatballs.

“Xu Fang is allergic to eggs.”

Yao Bixi was surprised, finding it quite rare, “There are actually people allergic to eggs.”

Lin Qiunan flipped to another news page, dressed in an old-style floral blouse, poised and graceful, “What’s so rare about that? Look at Xinglan, he needs to sleep that long every day.”

“…”

With that comparison, Yao Bixi no longer found it rare. She collected the bowls and took them to the kitchen, but couldn’t resist her curiosity, grabbed a pair of chopsticks, and tasted the last remaining rice noodle on the plate.

So salty…

The elderly lady hadn’t cooked in a long time, her sense of taste was a bit off. Yao Bixi chuckled; those two kids actually finished everything.

When Jiang Zhi and Zhou Xufang returned to the hospital, it was not yet seven o’clock.

Boss Dai, lying in the hospital bed, Ah Wan had suffered from insomnia all night, quickly got up when he heard noises, with dark circles under his eyes, “Boss, why did you only come back now? Didn’t you say you were just going for a meal?” It had kept him awake all night, feeling like he was in a spy thriller, anxious and scared.

Jiang Zhi first poured a glass of water for Zhou Xufang, then one for himself.

After Zhou Xufang finished,

“Do you want more?”

She nodded.

Jiang Zhi poured her another glass, “Did anyone come by the hospital while I wasn’t here?”

Ah Wan said, “Only the nurse came to change the medicine.” He didn’t know what medicine they gave him, but his back felt cold now.

“You don’t have to come over this afternoon.”

Ah Wan was surprised, “You are giving me a vacation?” Had his conscience finally awoke?

Jiang Zhi asked Zhou Xufang to sit down first, then went to get a patient’s gown, “You are going to Tang Xiang’s.”

Ah Wan was confused, “What am I going to do at her place?”

“To be her secretary.”

Was he being sent away?

Ah Wan’s heart turned cold, “Boss, am I being dismissed?” He had stolen Jiang Zhi’s watch years ago to treat his mother’s illness and was forced to sign a thirty-year servitude contract. Now that Jiang Zhi had a ‘little fairy’ who could climb walls and vanish into the sky, he didn’t need this old servant who worked hard and dedicatedly.

He suddenly felt a bit desolate.

Jiang Zhi said, “Salary will still be paid, double.”

Ah Wan wasn’t desolate anymore, feeling warm-hearted, “Just give me your orders.” He wasn’t avaricious; it was just that money was a very warming thing.

Afterward, Ah Wan worked at Tang Xiang’s place for a week. He was not only a secretary but also a bodyguard, the kind that had to pick her up and drop her off to and from work, as if escorting a national leader. He felt it was strange and sensed that something big was about to happen.

On the eighth day of working at Tang Xiang’s, Ah Wan understood that he was not a secretary or bodyguard, but a spy.

He received a ‘secret’ phone call from Jiang Zhi and afterward went to the mission location.

The location was in Tingyu Building, on Lu Family’s turf.

Tang Xiang entered the private room a step behind; Luo Changfang was already there waiting, and tea had been ordered. She sat down, “Chairman Luo invited me here, is there something you need?”

Luo Changfang poured her a cup, “Mr. Tang, you are a smart person, so I won’t beat around the bush.”

That “Mr. Tang” was said with great courtesy.

Tang Xiang also got straight to the point, “Please speak frankly.”

“You better not get involved with the Qiming Fund project.”

Though the warning was delivered with a smile, the message was clear.

Tang Xiang realized, this was a trap.

She pushed the teacup away, not drinking, and composed herself, “I won’t get involved, just give me a reason.”

Luo Changfang’s face showed displeasure, suppressing her anger, “Originally, someone I promoted was in charge of this project, but you cut in halfway and blocked my way.”

Tang Xiang smiled, “You mean I blocked your financial path, right?”

Luo Changfang’s expression changed slightly, a mix of panic and anger under her eyes, “I don’t understand what you are talking about.”

Playing dumb, huh.

“Let me make it clearer then,” Tang Xiang got to the point, “where did those three hundred million in charity funds go?”

Luo Changfang looked up at her.

After JC acquired Zhou Group, it declared that all profits, except for the necessary operational expenses, would be donated to charitable organizations. Luo Changfang still held some shares, enough to be considered a director. It was her suggestion to start the Qiming Fund project, aiming to directly link the company’s finances with charitable organizations, saving manpower and financial resources. But not long after the operation began, three billion yuan went unaccounted for in the books. The surface record looked impeccable, but unfortunately for them, the project was handed over to Tang Xiang, who had studied accounting and auditing.

Luo Changfang was embezzling public funds under the guise of charity.

“Mr. Tang, one must not speak carelessly.”

Her face already showed signs of angry embarrassment.

Tang Xiang remained calm, “I have no evidence, but since you are here, Chairman Luo, I can at least be sure that you are related to the matter.”

Luo Changfang quickly denied it, “It has nothing to do with me, you are just too nosy, getting in my way.”

Tang Xiang leaned back in her chair, tapping her hand on the table, “Then I’m sorry, but I will continue to be in your way.”

Incorrigible!

Luo Changfang lost patience, her eyes desperate, “Don’t beat around the bush, name your conditions. What will it take for you to back out of this project?”

Tang Xiang, unperturbed and half-joking, “How about three billion yuan?”

Luo Changfang stood up furiously, her face and ears red with anger, “Don’t be too greedy!”

The fox’s tail had shown itself, and compared to her niece Luo Qinghe, her tricks were far inferior.

Tang Xiang shrugged, “Then there is nothing to discuss.” She stood up, took a sip from her teacup, “The tea is not bad, thanks for the hospitality.”

After speaking, she left.

“Tang Xiang,” Luo Changfang ‘reminded’, “don’t walk the night roads these days, be careful of the ghosts.”

A threat.

Tang Xiang was not one to be intimidated, she stood at the door with her arms folded, “Then I will also give Chairman Luo a piece of advice, don’t sleep too soundly, beware of waking up with a stiff neck.”

Luo Changfang was gritting her teeth with anger.

Outside the private room, Ah Wan slipped aside and made a call to his boss. After looking around, he covertly reported, “Boss, I got the recording.”

On the other end, Jiang Zhi was concise, “Send it to Jiang Xiaolin.”