The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie
Chapter 387: 387: Jiang Xiaolin Pursues His Wife Aggressively

Chapter 387: 387: Jiang Xiaolin Pursues His Wife Aggressively

In the evening, Ah Wan dropped his new boss off at her home, in an old-style residential area where the lane was narrow. A sports car with the license plate ending in two sixes and two nines hadn’t parked properly and took up half the road width.

This license plate looks familiar, which big shot from Imperial City is it?…

Ah Wan couldn’t recall it at the moment, “Whose car is this? It’s blocking the way.” So what if you’re a big shot!

Tang Xiang sent the email she had edited on her phone, then finally looked up outside the car, “I’ll get off here.”

Ah Wan unbuckled his seatbelt, “I’ll walk you in.” He was a very competent bodyguard, dedicated and diligent in his work.

Seeing it was late, his boss was considerate toward her employee, “No need to trouble yourself, it’s just a few steps away.”

Ah Wan insisted, “How can that do, especially at this time of night, it’s when ruffians and drunkards are most likely to appear.” He got out of the car and gallantly opened the door for the lady.

Tang Xiang said thanks and then got out of the car.

Ah Wan escorted her to the foot of the building.

“Assistant Lin has worked hard today.”

Ah Wan waved his hand dismissively, “You’re too kind.”

“I’ll treat you to a meal someday.”

Ah Wan waved his hand again, “No need to be so polite.”

“Take care on your way home.”

Ah Wan waved his hand without taking away a sliver of starlight, “Take care.”

Tang Xiang: “…”

What’s with this gangster vibe?

She turned to walk towards the stair entrance—

An abrupt voice hit her, “Who is he?”

Tang Xiang’s heart leaped to her throat, “You scared me.”

Jiang Xiaolin stepped out from a shadowy place, his suit jacket draped over his wrist, his tie hanging loosely, “That guy, who is he?”

“My secretary.”

He spoke sarcastically, “Even rabbits don’t eat the grass by their burrows.”

“…”

How did she end up eating grass by her own burrow?

“Can you speak normally?”

Fine, he’d speak normally. He straightened his tie in a very human-like manner and smiled devilishly yet annoyingly, “You’ve gotten quite capable, Tang Xiang.”

The tone, like that of a hoodlum.

Ah Wan was not wrong; late at night, it’s indeed when you are most likely to bump into hoodlums and drunken revelers.

Tang Xiang considered herself not one to anger easily, but every time it was this guy who managed to stir her into wanting to hit someone, “Jiang Xiaolin, did you come here specifically to be scolded?”

He brazenly lied without changing his expression, “I was passing by.”

“Can’t be bothered with you.” She walked straight to the stair entrance.

During their sophomore year, her roommate Xiao Gui, after half a year of hesitation, decided to confess her feelings to their instructor Chen Pei. Xiao Gui was a shy and timid girl, lacking the courage to confess in person, she wrote a love letter and entrusted Tang Xiang, the class representative, to deliver it.

At that time, Chen Pei was chatting with someone outside the classroom, and since it was during break time, she ‘incidentally’ tucked the love letter into Chen Pei’s notebook while she was on the podium submitting semester evaluation forms.

She thought no one would notice, but—

She had barely returned to her seat when a voice floated over from behind, “You’ve really grown some skills, Tang Xiang.”

Did this person and his mouth soak in peacock bile? So venomous.

She turned around, her smile all skin and no sincerity, “Of course, if I don’t acquire some skills, how could I uphold your position as the eternal runner-up.”

“…”

It was at this point that Chen Pei came in, and before getting to the main topic, he rattled on for over half an hour, then finally began to discuss the important matters, “There are three things to talk about.”

Simultaneously with saying this, he picked up the notebook on the lectern, and an envelope fell out from between its pages.

It was a pink envelope.

Eighteen and nineteen-year-old boys and girls love pink stories the most, so there was immediately an uproar in the classroom with a chaotic chorus of whoops and hollers, and even a cheeky boy stood up to tease, “Instructor, looks like you’ve got some good fortune there.”

Chen Pei blushed furiously, “Don’t make a fuss, everyone sit down.”

“Instructor, read it out to us.”

Chen Pei, being young and articulate and having good relationships with many students, faced jokes from a student sitting in the front row without hesitation, “Old Chen is too shy, how about I read it?”

The boy made as if to pick up the letter that had fallen to the ground.

The guys in the back chimed in to encourage, “Xiao Bei, hurry up!”

Before Xiao Bei had a chance to stand up, Tang Xiang rose to her feet, and so did Jiang Xiaolin who sat behind her, walking with his long legs ahead of everyone else onto the lectern, calmly picking up the love letter and said, “This is mine, if you want to hear it, come to me.”

All the rowdy big boys suddenly fell silent as if struck by frost.

The agape Chen Pei, looking like he could fit an egg in his mouth: “…”

The plot took such an unforeseen twist towards the realm of decay.

Because of this love letter, Chen Pei, usually so eloquent, stuttered and faltered several times, speaking disjointedly. The class meeting, initially scheduled for two class periods, ended in less than one.

As soon as the class meeting was over, Tang Xiang didn’t even pack her bag and chased after Jiang Xiaolin as he left.

“Jiang Xiaolin.”

He stopped and turned back.

“Thanks.” She genuinely thanked him, having been classmates for over a year, this was the first time she thought this guy wasn’t so bad.

“Don’t misunderstand, I just didn’t want to pollute my own ears.” He dragged out his words, reciting as if composing poetry, dressed in white shirt and black pants looking like a well-learned young master, lazily quoting from the letter, “I think of you from morning till night, crazily enchanted, forever until the seas run dry and the rocks crumble… Didn’t you feel nauseous writing these words?”

Tang Xiang: “…”

So sour.

The expression on his face had changed from teasing to mocking sneer, “Even entering your dreams every night, what do you plan to do in there? Mosaic censorship?”

Tang Xiang was bewildered for a few seconds before she got the hint, her face turning red with embarrassment as she yelled, “Pervert!”

After that, the young, eloquent, handsome, and sunny male instructor never appeared again. It was said he was afraid of being turned gay, so their class got a female instructor instead.

Rumors went around the class that Jiang Xiaolin was gay, and the girls who had crushes on him also backed off.

“Tang Xiang.”

Tang Xiang had just reached the staircase entrance when she turned back, “What now?”

His tone suddenly became serious, “Call me if there’s any trouble.”

His words were abrupt and without context.

Tang Xiang was confused, “What exactly are you here for?”

He stood amidst the night, bathed in both the light of lamps and the moon, saying, “Just passing by.”

Passing by again.

When she was harassed during her part-time job, he beat up the culprit, claiming to be just passing by. When she was spied on at the public bath and her underwear disappeared, once she went out, she caught him, and he was “passing by” again. When she went abroad for study and saw him at the neighboring school just one street away, he still said he was just passing by.

“Jiang Xiaolin, could it be that you—”

She hadn’t finished speaking.

“Watch out!”

Jiang Xiaolin rushed towards her, pushing her away as he reached out to block.

“Crash!”

The flowerpot fell straight down from the building, shattering right beside them.

Tang Xiang was stunned.

Jiang Xiaolin immediately looked up towards the roof, but it was too dark to see anything. He led Tang Xiang to a safe place, “Are you hurt anywhere?”

She stared at his right hand, “I’m fine, but what about your hand?”

He lifted his right hand slightly, his eyebrows knitted tightly, “Can’t move it.” His tone was casual, as if it wasn’t a big deal, “It might be broken.”

If he had moved a step further, the flowerpot would not have hit his hand but his head.

Tang Xiang couldn’t help but shudder at the thought. Her heart was racing, and she was so angry that she cursed out loud, “Jiang Xiaolin, are you stupid? The flowerpot was nowhere near hitting me. Why did you come running to block it? Do you think your life is too long?”

It wasn’t that he thought his life was too long.

It was a reflex action; when he saw the flowerpot, his judgment faded to zero, and all he could think was to push her away.

His head heated up, and the words slipped out, “I am stupid, otherwise why would I like you.”

“…”

The noise faded, the wind stilled.

After what seemed like an eternity.

Jiang Xiaolin picked up the suit jacket that had fallen to the ground, everything else normal except for his flushed face and neck, “My hand is broken, I can’t drive. You take me to the hospital.”

Tang Xiang was dumbfounded, “Oh.”

After the car with the license plate ending in two sixes and two nines drove away, Ah Wan slipped out from hiding and made a report call to her boss.

“Boss, the person sent by target number one really came.”

Target number one was Luo Changfang.

If there was a number one, of course, there was a number two, which was Jiang Xiaolin.

Ah Wan truthfully described the thrilling scene, “I saw someone on the rooftop. Target number one probably wanted to use violence to intimidate Mr. Tang, choosing an angle to throw the flowerpot. But then target number two also arrived and ruined target number one’s scare tactic.” He couldn’t help but subjectively express his personal opinion, “But I think target number two is a bit foolish, running over there to get hit by the flowerpot for nothing.”

That flowerpot was a small distance away from where Tang Xiang was standing, it wasn’t meant to injure or kill but to warn.

After listening, Jiang Zhi questioned, “What were you doing?”

Ah Wan answered without thinking, “I was observing from a hidden spot.”

“What did I send you to do?”

The tone was dangerous, with faint anger.

Ah Wan straightened his back involuntarily, “To protect Mr. Tang.” He quickly explained, “I saw that target number two had arrived, so I temporarily cleared space for them, so as not to interfere with their courting.”

Jiang Zhi reiterated, “Don’t be smart, ensure Tang Xiang’s safety.”

“Yes, boss.”

Fifth Renmin Hospital.

The doctor put Jiang Xiaolin’s hand in a cast. The bones were not broken but were cracked with a slight displacement.

He emerged from the emergency room, forearm in a sling, a layer of perspiration on his forehead, “The doctor said this hand won’t be good for a month or two. What do you plan to do?”

Tang Xiang didn’t look at him, “What do you mean, what do I plan to do?”

He walked up close to her, “This injury was sustained because of you.”

She was still holding his suit jacket and looked uncomfortable as she met his gaze, “So what do you expect?”

His words were clear and to the point, “There has to be compensation.”

“…”

Just like the broken screen on the computer back then.

His gaze entwined with hers, more intense than it had ever been before, making her feel cornered as he said, “You can pay in installments.”

Tang Xiang took a step back, “How should I compensate?”

He took two steps forward, leaned down, their eyes locked, “Start by staying at my place for a month.”