The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie
Chapter 419: 419: In the staircase, pampering the little delicate flower (first update)

Chapter 419: 419: In the staircase, pampering the little delicate flower (first update)

Wei’er stood outside the hospital room, tears streaming down her face.

Xue Bingxue didn’t say anything, just held her and shared in her red-eyed grief.

The serious crime unit failed to take Xu Jiuru away; she was vomiting blood nonstop and was in resuscitation.

Jiang Weikai glanced at Wei’er crouching by the door, feeling a sourness in his heart. His sister was someone who deeply valued relationships, and it was fortunate she had someone with her.

“Compared to that boy before, Bingxue is much more suitable for Wei’er. With the Xue Family, she won’t have a hard life in the future,” Jiang Weikai reflected. “The old lady did make one right decision.” Although it involved beating the lovebirds, the Xue Family truly was a good match.

Jiang Xiaolin didn’t join the conversation, his hand in his pocket, he walked away.

Jiang Weikai asked, “Where are you going?”

He replied, “To smoke.”

He wasn’t heavily addicted to smoking—only indulging when he felt agitated.

Jiang Weikai didn’t interfere, letting him smoke. He thought to mention it to Tang Xiang later, that smoking wasn’t good for his health. Of course, Jiang Weikai was unaware that Tang Xiang smoked too, and his addiction was much worse than his son’s.

Before he reached the smoking area, Jiang Xiaolin ran into an acquaintance: “Why are you still at the hospital?”

Jiang Zhi kept a distant demeanor as if they were strangers, her voice cold and detached: “This place is the Lu Family’s territory now. What’s so strange about me being here?”

True, the Jiang Family’s holdings had become the Lu Family’s. The Jiang Family’s territory had also fallen into their hands. In Imperial City, the Lu Family was becoming increasingly dominant.

Jiang Xiaolin stood beside her, not leaving, and simply informed her: “She’s still in the resuscitation room. Whether she lives or dies depends on her fate.”

He was referring to Xu Jiuru.

Jiang Zhi’s expression was as indifferent as if she was asexual: “Did I ask about her?”

Such a nature, unsympathetic from the very beginning.

Jiang Xiaolin raised his eyebrows, leisurely observing Jiang Zhi: “Didn’t you come here to see if she’s still breathing?”

He denied: “No.”

Honestly, Jiang Xiaolin was quite annoyed with him—full of schemes, yet with a face like a Fairy, delicate and seemingly easy to bully. But nobody could bully him. That Fairy-like appearance was frequently praised by Tang Xiang for its beauty.

He still remembered when he was nine, Jiang Zhi was a weakly child that a gust of wind could knock over. Once, Jiang Zhi insisted on going skiing with him and ended up seriously ill upon their return. Xu Jiuru, who couldn’t bear to scold her “precious grandson,” ended up punishing him instead. Jiang Xiaolin remembered that incident for a long time and since then, he never took Jiang Zhi out to play again.

“I don’t care whether you are or not.” Jiang Xiaolin walked a few steps and then turned back, “Was it you who provided the evidence to the police?”

Jiang Zhi neither confirmed nor denied.

Jiang Xiaolin was curious, “How did you get it?”

His “informant” said that it was the professional errand runner who had surrendered himself, the one who kidnapped Mrs. Lu and Zhou Xufang. The man’s name was Xiong Jie.

Jiang Zhi generously admitted, “I sold my shares to Lu Xinglan and used the money to buy off the kidnapper.”

The Jiang Family’s shares were worth a fortune, and he’d sold them off so casually.

“The old lady initially gave you those shares to use against the Lu Family, yet you turned around and bit her with them,” Jiang Xiaolin clicked his tongue, “Jiang Zhi, you’re quite scheming.”

He didn’t deny it, “I learned from the Jiang Family.”

What a way to pass the buck!

Jiang Xiaolin couldn’t be bothered to argue anymore and left.

“Jiang Zhi.”

Zhou Xufang’s voice.

Jiang Zhi turned around, “Didn’t you go back with grandma?”

She was holding her belly, having rushed over: “I came back.”

Jiang Zhi quickly supported her, stopping her from running: “Why did you come back?”

Zhou Xufang said, “To pick you up.”

He chuckled, “Am I a kid that needs picking up?”

Her expression was serious, “You’re a delicate flower.”

“…”

She’d picked up some bad habits, speaking more and more indecently.

Jiang Zhi hummed, pulling her towards the elevator entrance: “Where am I delicate?” Someone had just called him scheming. Where was he delicate when he could easily cause someone injuries with just a move of his hand?

Oh, he had forgotten himself—he demanded the best food, the best clothes, the best of everything, sometimes needed his girlfriend to buy him a watch and often acted spoilt and sought affection.

Just yesterday, he’d been pestering Zhou Xufang to buy him a ring.

Zhou Xufang dragged him but changed direction, heading towards the stairwell and closed the door.

Jiang Zhi’s gaze, without effort, was enticing: “What are you doing?”

Zhou Xufang pressed him against the wall.

Jiang Zhi: “…”

He instinctively swallowed, thinking, actually, it could be a bit heavier.

Zhou Xufang had just reached for his neck, and he lowered his head himself, thinking she wanted to kiss him, so he cooperated.

But Zhou Xufang didn’t kiss him, instead pulling his collar down slightly and gently poked him just under his collarbone.

Jiang Zhi’s eyes became moist.

Zhou Xufang pointed to the spot she’d poked for him to see: “Look, it turns red the moment it’s touched, aren’t you delicate?”

“…”

If this were at home, he’d have let her poke to her heart’s content, all over.

He chuckled and nipped at her mischievous hand.

Zhou Xufang was pleased: “You finally smiled.”

She was cajoling him.

She knew he had been in a bad mood just before, tiptoeing to embrace him: “Still feeling down?”

Jiang Zhi stubbornly denied, “When was I ever down?”

Just moments ago, his beautiful eyes like jewels had been clouded over with a layer of grey.

Many people didn’t truly understand what kind of person Jiang Zhi was. Most thought he was aloof and cunning. Indeed, that was the image he projected to others, but only Zhou Xufang knew his heart wasn’t as hard as others perceived.

“You can’t fool me.” Zhou Xufang continued to prod him, genuinely delicate, blushing wherever touched.

“Mhm.” He conceded, “I am a bit upset.” His chin rested on her shoulder, rubbing gently in little arcs, “When I was little, Xu Jiuru was quite kind to me, even sang lullabies to me.” Although it was all an act.