The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie
Chapter 391: 391: Jiang Xiaolin Tang Xiang Secret Crush Series (One More Update)

Chapter 391: 391: Jiang Xiaolin Tang Xiang Secret Crush Series (One More Update)

“I had no choice but to come pick you up since you didn’t come to get me.”

“I still haven’t packed up my things.” She could delay it for another day.

Jiang Xiaolin’s right hand was in a cast, hanging around his neck. He instructed the driver behind him, “Head to Fuxing Peninsula first.”

Tang Xiang: “…”

There was no escape now; she’d have to go to his place and slave away for him.

“Mr. Tang.”

There were always acquaintances at the company entrance. Two young ladies approached, one from the reception and the other from foreign trade. The receptionist, an enthusiastic and naive girl, asked with wide curious eyes as she passed by, “Who is this?”

Tang Xiang thought for a moment, “My creditor.”

Hearing this, the receptionist immediately asked with eagerness, “Mr. Tang, do you need me to call the police for you?”

“…”

Her heart was in the right place, just not very bright.

The lady from foreign trade couldn’t stand it anymore, “Goodbye, Mr. Tang.” She dragged the other away.

The two walked off.

Receptionist: “Why are you pulling me?”

Foreign Trade: “How can you be so clueless, don’t you recognize him?”

The receptionist didn’t recognize him, “Who is he?” She had only been at the company for a few days and hadn’t gotten to know everyone yet.

Foreign Trade: “Heard of the Jiang Family?”

The receptionist looked confused, “The Jiang Family that works in healthcare?”

Foreign Trade nodded, “That guy just now is the eldest son of the Jiang Family.”

The receptionist was shocked and found it unbelievable, “Did he lend money to our Mr. Tang? And he even came personally to collect the debt.”

Foreign Trade, who was more seasoned in the ways of the world, said, “Ever heard of a love debt?”

Receptionist: Got it, they’re involved!

The involved duo first went to Tang Xiang’s residence at Fuxing Peninsula to pick up her luggage, then proceeded to Jiang Xiaolin’s place at Huafu Garden.

Once inside the house, Tang Xiang set down her suitcase, “After I move in, what do you want me to do?”

Jiang Xiaolin avoided the question, “The room is upstairs, first one on the left.”

Tang Xiang put her suitcase up, changed into home clothes, and came down, “What’s for dinner?”

Jiang Xiaolin, who hadn’t changed clothes, was sitting on the sofa, seemingly waiting for her, “I ordered a meal.”

“Don’t need me to cook?” She wasn’t here to be a free nanny.

Jiang Xiaolin took off his tie and threw it on the sofa, “There’s nothing in the kitchen.”

“Then why did you ask me to come here?”

He lifted one leg onto the sofa, stood on one foot, leaned forward, and with one hand hanging, half reclined against the back of the sofa, “After confessing, I brought someone home to live with me, what do you think I want?”

Tang Xiang didn’t want to answer this question that couldn’t be discussed further; fortunately, the doorbell rang then, it was the delivery person.

Jiang Xiaolin was unwrapping the package with one hand, “Utensils are in the cabinet below in the kitchen.”

Tang Xiang fetched the utensils.

Whether he was truly particular or just pretending, he insisted on having no soup in his rice and wouldn’t let her place food in his bowl. Using a spoon, he scooped some rice, stretched out his hand, “Help me pick some dishes.”

Great, just great!

Tang Xiang switched to a pair of chopsticks, picked up a piece of fish, and placed it on his spoon.

He ate gracefully, chewing slowly. After another spoonful of rice, he handed it over for her to pick more food, “No need to fuss, I don’t mind using your chopsticks.”

“I mind.” Tang Xiang switched chopsticks again to pick for him.

Though they didn’t share chopsticks, it didn’t affect Jiang Xiaolin’s good mood, “Suit yourself.”

After dinner, Tang Xiang went to wash the dishes.

Jiang Xiaolin also entered the kitchen, “Tang Xiang.”

“What is it?” Tang Xiang crouched down, rummaging for dishwashing gloves in the cabinet—his kitchen clearly hadn’t seen much use.

He reached out his hand, “Help me unbutton this.”

His right hand was injured, making it impossible to unbutton the sleeve on the left.

Tang Xiang unbuttoned it for him.

He didn’t leave, “Aren’t you going to help me take off my shirt?”

Tang Xiang reminded him, “Your other hand isn’t disabled.”

Fine then.

He returned to the dressing room to undress himself. If only the flower pot had smashed his other hand too.

Tang Xiang had just finished washing the dishes.

Jiang Xiaolin was calling from the bathroom again, “Tang Xiang.”

Since his confession, this guy had really embraced his true nature—not tormenting her anymore, just wearing her down.

Tang Xiang took a deep breath, held back, and went to the bathroom, “What now?”

Jiang Xiaolin stood in front of the mirror, his forehead damp with wet hair, “Help me twist the towel.”

Tang Xiang wrung out the towel and handed it to him.

He didn’t take it and lifted his shirt instead, smiling lasciviously, “Help me wipe.”

All prim and proper in public, but a beast behind closed doors—that was him!

Tang Xiang gave a professional, fake smile, “Do you want me to cripple your left hand as well?”

He spread one hand, the ostensibly well-bred young master, not knowing where he had picked up such shamelessness, “You can, but you’ll have to help me take off my pants.”

Tang Xiang threw the towel at his face.

At nine in the evening, after freshening up, Tang Xiang came downstairs dressed in long sleeves and pants with a long coat over them, “Jiang Xiaolin, come here, let’s set some ground rules.”

Jiang Xiaolin put down the laptop he held, “I have no other demands, but you have to stay here with me until my hand heals.”

Given the flower pot incident could happen once, it could happen again. Luo Changfang was ruthless; nothing was beyond her, so he had concocted such an excuse to lure her back home to watch over her, of course, there were benefits to be near, and he had his own ulterior motives.

“You have no other demands, but I do,” Tang Xiang sat across from him, “I can take care of cleaning and cooking, and I’ll also help you with things you can’t do with your hand, but only things that indeed require two hands, like the buttons on your left sleeve.”

These tasks she was willing to help with definitely did not include undressing and wiping down his body.

Jiang Xiaolin pondered.

Seeing he hadn’t responded, Tang Xiang asked, “What’s your opinion?”

He looked at her, truly a charming and handsome sight, “I am thinking about what things my hand is too inconvenient for that you could help with.”

Tang Xiang replied with two words, “Shameless.”

Shameless?

He was stunned for a few seconds, then his face turned red.

Tang Xiang, “…”

Alright, this time she was the shameless one.

She turned her face away, silent.

Jiang Xiaolin had his fill of laughing, grabbed his laptop, and stood up, “Your room doesn’t have a desk for working; you can use my study.” Concerned for her convenience, he then headed back to his own room first.

Tang Xiang was mid-use of the study when he came in once.

He said, “I’m here for a book.”

At that moment, Tang Xiang was standing by the window, the window open, with a cigarette in her hand, half-smoked, “Help yourself.”

He took a book and left.

Five minutes later—

Knock, knock, knock, there was knocking at the door again.

Tang Xiang had just lit her second cigarette, “Come in.”

He pushed the door open, “I want to add a clause to our agreement.”

“What are you adding?”

He stuck a piece of paper on the door, on which were written two characters in ink—No Smoking.

Tang Xiang, “…”

She had a heavy smoking habit, having started right after she joined the Luo Family business post-graduation due to stress.

“I saw an ashtray next to your computer desk and thought you didn’t mind indoor smoking.” Clearly, Jiang Xiaolin also smoked.

He said, “I mind now.”

Tang Xiang moved the ashtray from the window back to the desk, “Then I’ll go outside to smoke.”

He took the cigarette between her fingers and extinguished it in the ashtray, “Smoking is not only bad for the lungs but also for the stomach, and your gastric illness is already severe.”

Tang Xiang laughed, “You smoke too.”

Wearing an off-white house robe, he looked less formal and rigid than usual; his entire demeanor appeared much softer. He said, “I can quit.”

That statement was quite different; it wasn’t the dignified and graceful Jiang Family’s eldest grandson, nor the libertine tormenting her. No pretense, no games, he was serious.

The night before graduation, there was a farewell dinner; two classes from his major had organized it together, setting up over a dozen tables.

He wasn’t seated at the same table with Tang Xiang, they were quite far from each other, one at the head, the other at the tail.

His roommate, Guan Pei, noticing his distraction, whispered, “Aren’t you going to confess?”

He kept silent.

Guan Pei, a bit of a romantic, remarked, “It’s our last dinner, after graduation everyone will go their separate ways, who knows when we’ll meet again.”

“She doesn’t like me,” he said that and drank half a glass of wine.

Guan Pei chuckled, “At least let her know you’ve liked her for several years.”

He was a proud man, being the eldest grandson of the Jiang Family, and had always been taught how to be impassive and unemotional. No matter the turmoil inside, he would never admit it aloud, “It hasn’t been several years.”

Guan Pei directly punctured this pretense, “What about that old computer in your cabinet, it’s been there for four years, right?”

“…”

Jiang Xiaolin at twenty-two wasn’t quite so disciplined and ended up blushing.

Tang Xiang went to propose a toast, there was a book on her table, a graduation gift from a good friend. He walked over, pretending to be drunk, sat down, and slipped the envelope he’d been carrying all day into her book.

That was the first time he contemplated confessing to her.

After placing the letter, he returned to his seat. Tang Xiang’s roommate, Chen Xiaogui, came back from toasting first, and afterward, their class president, Bai Yuqing, came and sat for a while.