The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie
Chapter 422: 422: Sweet Crits of the Little Couple (Second Update)

Chapter 422: 422: Sweet Crits of the Little Couple (Second Update)

Jiang Fuli appraised her, “How much money did he give you? I’ll pay double.”

The Jiang Family members were all the same—they were never short of money.

But Zhou Xufang wasn’t short of it either, her boyfriend was super rich: “He gave me ten percent of the Jiang Family’s shares, are you going to give me double that?”

Of course, she was lying.

The hiring fee Jiang Xiaolin offered was ten million, and Zhou Xufang gave him a friendly discount, only charging eight million instead.

After the negotiation failed, Jiang Fuli turned and ran. As she left the study, she slammed the door shut and locked it with a key. The study was sealed tight, with door and windows firmly locked, so she wasn’t worried that the errand runner would escape. She ran to the bedroom in a panic, reaching for the cell phone on the bed, which had a special card reader attached.

Surely the photos had been deleted, leaving only that memory card.

She pulled out the card reader and dialed emergency services, “Hello.”

Before she could continue—

A loud bang came from downstairs, and the house shook.

It was Zhou Xufang kicking open the door to the study. From the sound to appearing in front of Jiang Fuli, it only took a few seconds.

Jiang Fuli dropped her cell phone to the floor, eyes wide with disbelief at Zhou Xufang.

On the other end, the voice kept talking: “Gutan New District Police Department.”

“Do you want to report something?”

“Hello.”

“Hello.”

“Please speak—”

Zhou Xufang picked up the phone and hung up, then deliberately spoke with a pressed voice, “I have a long-term hiring relationship with Miss Tang Xiang. Don’t bother her in the future.” She was cold and forceful, “Otherwise, I’ll come and trouble you.”

Jiang Fuli’s hand gripping the sheets trembled; she couldn’t understand how this errand runner had gotten out of the study and suddenly appeared before her.

Scared now, aren’t you?

Zhou Xufang took a step forward, and Jiang Fuli immediately shrank back.

Zhou Xufang said coldly, “I’m not going to hit you today.” She placed the cell phone back on the bed, “Wait for me to get far away before you call the cops.”

Just as Jiang Fuli reached out to touch the phone—

Zhou Xufang, dressed all in black with glasses on, looking extremely cool and scary, gave a shrill warning, “Otherwise, I will hit you.”

The cell phone slid out of Jiang Fuli’s hand and back onto the bed.

Pleased with herself, Zhou Xufang turned to the window, planning to break it and escape, to frighten Jiang Fuli so she would behave in the future. But before she reached the window, a synthesized voice from Wen Baiyang came through her earpiece, “Just received a new task.”

“The client is still Jiang Xiaolin, with a hiring fee of ten million.”

Zhou Xufang asked, “What’s the task?”

“Kidnap Jiang Fuli.”

Ten million could buy Jiang Zhi a super cool sports car. Zhou Xufang touched her belly, thinking that now she was pregnant, soon there would be an extra mouth to feed at home, plus the need to buy clothes for the baby, formula, even diamond-studded pacifiers… She would need a lot of money.

Zhou Xufang turned back, “Sorry, I’m going to go back on my word.” She moved closer.

Jiang Fuli immediately looked at her warily, “What, what are you going to do?”

She was going to go back on her word: “I’m going to hit you.”

This time Jiang Fuli saw clearly that the errand runner had almost instantly moved behind her, and then, a numbness at the back of her neck, and she lost consciousness.

Twenty minutes later, a nanny van parked outside Jiang Fuli’s villa. Zhou Xufang carried Jiang Fuli down and handed her over to a burly man.

The handover was successful, the task completed, and eighteen million was in hand.

Zhou Xufang stood in the night, lips curling into a smile.

“Zhou Xufang.”

Someone called her from behind, furious. It was Zhou Xufang’s delicate flower from home, “Didn’t we agree you’d call me every five minutes? Why didn’t you?”

Oh, she had forgotten.

Zhou Xufang took off her glasses and beckoned Jiang Zhi, “Come over here.” Her motorcycle was parked up ahead.

Jiang Zhi behaved arrogantly, “Beg me.”

Zhou Xufang laughed, “I’m begging you, come over.”

Despite Jiang Zhi’s dissatisfied expression, his body honestly moved closer.

Zhou Xufang wrapped her arm around him, “Jiang Zhi, what gift do you want?”

“You want to buy me a gift?” A smile began creeping across his face.

“Mm.”

He planted a loud kiss on her face, “Why suddenly buy me a gift?”

Being pampered just feels different; his eyes were blooming with love, a springtime garden that couldn’t be contained.

“Because I made money.” Zhou Xufang was serious, seriously spoiling him, “What do you want? Tell me, I’ll buy it all for you.”

How come this feeling of being kept is so thrilling? Jiang Zhi felt he might have some special preferences, like servitude, submissiveness, maybe a bit of a masochist.

“The engagement ring, you didn’t buy me one,” Jiang Zhi finally spoke up for the second time about Zhou Xufang buying him a ring. “Fang Lixiang gave Xue Baoyi a ring, and he comes here every day to show off, which is really annoying.”

“These matters really brought out Xue Baoyi’s love for showing off, and Jiang Zhi’s penchant for comparison—Qiao Nanchu called them both childish, vaguely complaining to his girlfriend about the two shameless childhood friends.”

Unfortunately, Wen Baiyang couldn’t grasp the subtext in Qiao Nanchu’s complaints.

Zhou Xufang thought to herself, if Mr. Xiao Xue has one, Jiang Zhi can’t be without: “I’ll buy you a more expensive one.” She would buy one studded with diamonds to blind everyone else.

Jiang Zhi’s face broke into a smile, “As long as you’re the one who buys it.” The two reached the place where the motorcycle was parked, and he glanced over the bike, “Don’t ride this thing, it’s not safe.”

Jiang Zhi hadn’t ridden the motorcycle before. When they had arrived, it was Zhou Xufang who had driven, with him feeling anxious as a passenger.

He called Ah Wan over.

Ah Wan was nearby and quickly arrived, “Boss, Miss Zhou.” He stuck his head out of the car window, glancing at the two black-clothed figures at the roadside, “You guys look so cool.”

The cool Zhou Xufang felt a hint of embarrassment, but her expression remained unchanged. She was always prim and proper, yet endearingly cool, “Not that cool, just moderately cool.” It would be cooler with a tattoo on her neck, but Jiang Zhi wouldn’t let her get one.

Jiang Zhi said to Ah Wan, “Get out here.”

Ah Wan got out of the car, and his eyes lit up immediately at the sight of the modified motorcycle, “Whose bike is this? So cool.”

The cool Zhou Xufang replied, “Mine.”

“Yeah, it’s cool,” Jiang Zhi tossed the motorcycle keys to Ah Wan, “You drive it back.”

Leaving the two-wheeler to Ah Wan, he took Zhou Xufang’s hand and led her into the four-wheeler.

The sports car zoomed away in an instant.

Ah Wan was dumbfounded, looking at the keys in his hand and then at the motorcycle, he was really troubled, not knowing how to operate the thing.

That moment, his phone rang, and just as he answered and brought it to his ear, a pretentious voice cooed, “Wanwan～”

Ah Wan shuddered with goosebumps.

Ming Saiying spoke in a pinched tone, “Where are you?” Ming Xiaohua had told her that men like girls who act delicate and tender, and that was precisely what she was serving up—who couldn’t?

Ah Wan responded with assertive manliness and dominance, “None of your business.”

Ming Saiying responded with a bell-like laugh, “You’re so spicy～”

Ah Wan: “…”

Why was this woman so weird?

He asked about important matters, “Can you ride a motorcycle?”

“Yes.”

Ah Wan continued with the matter at hand, “Help me drive a vehicle.”

Ming Saiying forgot to play the demure damsel, her pitched raised several notches, “Drive together with you?”

Ah Wan was puzzled: “?” He couldn’t understand what she meant.

The person on the other end laughed again, like silver bells, and teased coquettishly, “You bad boy, picking up bad habits, huh!”

Having read countless novels, Ah Wan grasped the implication instantaneously.

The city’s night didn’t have many stars, just a smattering sparse and bright. At ten o’clock, Jiang Xiaolin reached his destination, an abandoned hospital, the same one Jiang Fuli had used to detain Tang Xiang previously.

A tall man waited at the entrance of a ward, who reverently approached when he saw him, “Mr. Jiang.”

Leaving his suit jacket in the car, Jiang Xiaolin wore a white shirt, with his tie loosely hanging, “Where is he?”

“Inside.”

He reached for the door knob, about to open it, when his phone rang at that moment; he glanced at the caller ID, closed the door again, and walked aside to answer the call.

“Xiangxiang.”

Tang Xiang asked him, “Where are you? Why haven’t you come back?”

Jiang Xiaolin enjoyed this feeling of being asked and bossed around.

The cast on his hand hadn’t been removed yet, but it had long since stopped hurting. Drawings by Tang Xiang adorned the plaster, and he began to smile as he looked at them, “I’m doing bad things.”

He wasn’t lying; he really was up to no good.

Tang Xiang went silent for just a moment, then said, “If you get a prison sentence of more than five years, I won’t wait for you.”

He chuckled, “I’ve liked you for ten years, so it should at least be for ten years.”

Her tone was quite serious, “You just try spending ten years in jail. When you get out, my child will call you godfather.”

She meant that bad things were okay to do, but there had to be a limit.

Jiang Xiaolin leaned against the wall, looking at the shadow on the ground, “Are you joking with me?”

“I’m not joking.”

So that’s out of the question.

If he really went to jail, he’d break out just to make sure she was pregnant with his child. There was no way he would let her have kids for someone else.

“Don’t you want me to be a bad boy?” he asked her.

It wasn’t quite that—Tang Xiang simply advised, “Just take it easy.”