The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie
Chapter 447: 447: Jiang Fuxi logs off, Jiang Zhi's new name (first update)

Chapter 447: 447: Jiang Fuxi logs off, Jiang Zhi’s new name (first update)

“Ahhh—”

The nightingale on the branch scattered in all directions, startled by the woman’s piercing scream.

So noisy.

The surveillance video was on; the woman confined with the snake continued her frenzy, screaming at the top of her lungs.

Su Qinghou turned down the volume of the video, “Go gag her.”

“Yes.”

Even vixens feared snakes, thinking there would be something different.

Still, 011 was more interesting. Su Qinghou had also tried to scare 011 with snakes but to no avail; that snake got crushed by 011.

He answered a phone call.

It was from Xiao Yi, “Young Master Zhi, we’ve found a solution for 011’s blood transfusion issue.”

Everything was ready, except for the person.

After hanging up the phone, Su Qinghou tapped on the desk as he pondered.

Su Chan pushed the door open, “Qing Hou.”

He turned off the surveillance video, speaking in a lazy tone that sounded quite casual, “You should change the way you address me.”

He had only taken her to a banquet once, allowing her to call him by his name at the banquet, and she hadn’t changed the way she addressed him since, nor had he specifically mentioned it.

Recently, as Old Master Zhi stepped down and he took over power in Pullman, the number of people who dared call him by name had dwindled, and he didn’t consider Su Chan an exception.

Young Master Zhi.

011 had never called him that.

Su Chan didn’t change her address, nor did she call him by name again, “Jiang Fuxi’s grandmother died.”

“Grandmother?”

“The old lady who came to Pullman with her.”

Su Qinghou had a bit of an impression, “How did she die?”

“There was a robbery at the inn; she was hit by a stray bullet.”

Should he attend the funeral?

Su Qinghou tapped his foot and swiveled in his chair, “Send this woman to Redwood Wind. Let that pirate chief handle her. As long as she’s within Redwood Wind’s territory, he can do whatever he pleases with her.”

That was a den with more monks than meat.

“Yes.”

The next day, Jiang Fuxi was sent off to Redwood Wind.

August in Imperial City was very hot, even the breeze was scorching. Since Zhou Qingrang was hospitalized, Zhou Xufang hadn’t returned home.

Jiang Zhi took her out of Zhou Qingrang’s ward, “Xufang, how long has it been since you went back home?”

About half a month.

Zhou Xufang said, “I need to be in the hospital with my uncle.” And she also needed to “heal her wounds.”

During this half month, Jiang Zhi hadn’t returned home either, sleeping in the hospital bed with Zhou Xufang, insisting on squeezing into the same one; the space was too narrow, and he was afraid of squashing Zhou Xufang, so he slept curled up, his back sore, “Lu Sheng’s company is enough.”

Zhou Xufang, “I’ll stay too, we’ll keep him company together.”

A straight-as-an-arrow woman who didn’t understand the concept of a third wheel.

It was left to Jiang Zhi to enlighten her, “If you’re around, they can’t even kiss.”

That seemed true.

Zhou Xufang thought seriously about a strategy; she had an idea, “Then I can choose a time to go to the toilet, let them kiss, and come back after they’re done.”

“…”

Jiang Zhi released her hand, not holding it, “Then what about me? Do I kiss you in the bathroom?”

In the past half month, Zhou Xufang had thoroughly ignored him; no hugs or kisses, not even a few glances. He admitted, he was becoming impatient.

“Let’s talk about it after my uncle’s surgery.”

Zhou Xufang reached out to grab his hand. He struggled symbolically before leaning in willingly, “The surgery still needs a week.” He wasn’t fussing; he was serious, “You stay at the hospital during the day, and go home to rest at night, okay? If you’re still worried, I’ll stay at the hospital.”

Zhou Xufang hesitated.

Jiang Zhi’s expression became stern, “Don’t forget, you’re pregnant.”

That concerned him more than being ignored.

Zhou Xufang touched her belly thoughtfully and then compromised, “You said the hospital bed was uncomfortable, you go home to sleep too.”

Jiang Zhi agreed, scanning the hallway—nobody was there; he leaned in, wanting Zhou Xufang to kiss him.

Zhou Xufang suddenly remembered something, pushing his face away, “Grandma said she wants to transfer your household registration back to the Lu Family.”

Not getting kissed left Jiang Zhi in a so-so mood, “Oh.”

“And she wants to change your name.”

“Change it to Lu Jiangzhi?”

This was the name Zhou Xufang came up with, changing the Jiang of Jiang Family to the ginger version of Jiang.

“No,” Zhou Xufang said, “It’s fine to call Jiang Zhi casually, but the formal name on the household register should be chosen by the elders; it shouldn’t be too casual.”

Especially when Grandma Jiang Zhi looked at her with hopeful eyes, asking whether Lu Xingxing or Lu Xingguang sounded better, Zhou Xufang deeply felt that she had been too casual previously, easily naming Jiang Zhi and his son.

That wasn’t good.

Jiang Zhi didn’t care, “So, what’s my name?”

“Lu Xingxing.”

When Grandma Jiang Zhi looked at her with hopeful eyes, Zhou Xufang no longer made a hasty choice and seriously picked Lu Xingxing.

Jiang Zhi, “…”

Just thinking of someone addressing him with a double character, Jiang Zhi couldn’t stand it, “Don’t you think the name Lu Xingxing is too casual?” It sounded effeminate.

Zhou Xufang’s serious expression countered, “No, I think it’s cute. Even cuter than Lu Xingkong or Lu Xingguang.”

Xingkong, Xingguang…

Why must they follow the convention of Lu Xinglan?

Jiang Zhi went through all the star-related words in his head and tried to negotiate with Zhou Xufang, “Can I be called Lu Xingchen?”

Xingchen…

It was also quite nauseating.

Jiang Zhi felt it was at least better than Xingxing.

Zhou Xufang earnestly asked, “Do you like this one?”

No, he didn’t.

But Lu Xingxing…

Zhou Xufang always respected Jiang Zhi’s choices, “Then fine, I’ll tell Grandma.” Zhou Xufang immediately called Lin Qiunan, “Grandma, Jiang Zhi says he really wants to be called Lu Xingchen.”

Lu · Jiang Zhi · Xingchen, “…”