The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie
Chapter 449: 449: Jiang Zhi's Ex — Su Qinghou (One more update)

Chapter 449: 449: Jiang Zhi’s Ex — Su Qinghou (One more update)

“Long time no see, 011.”

It was Young Master Zhi, Su Qinghou.

011 didn’t speak, 011’s family member retorted with, “Like a bad penny.”

Su Qinghou, feeling very much at home, sat on the only bed in the room, where beside him on the carpet lay a bottle of red wine—the bottle that Qiao Nanchu had given to Jiang Zhi.

“Jiang.”

Jiang Zhi corrected, “My last name is Lu.”

Su Qinghou was uninterested, “I don’t care what your last name is.” He kicked the cup away, and the remaining wine in it spilled all over the carpet, his gaze lazy and scattered, looking at Jiang Zhi, “Since you’ve said that I’m like a bad penny, shouldn’t I just stay?”

Jiang Zhi shielded Zhou Xufang behind her, “Get the hell out.”

Su Qinghou stood up, his gaze passed over Jiang Zhi, looking at Zhou Xufang, “011, come back to Pullman with me.”

She stood behind Jiang Zhi, her face obscured, only her voice could be heard, “I’m not going back.”

She was the same as before, disobedient.

“I’m not asking for your opinion. I’m informing you.”

Su Qinghou’s gaze shifted from Zhou Xufang’s forehead to her hand—the one that was grasping Jiang Zhi’s sleeve. He said, “It’s time to cut your ties clean. I’ll give you one week to come to me on your own. Don’t wait for me to take action.”

Jiang Zhi ignored his existence, leading Zhou Xufang past him to lift the bedsheet, “You think this is Pullman?”

“Jiang—”

Jiang Zhi tossed the bedsheet to the floor, “My last name is Lu.”

The bedsheet was pink, Zhou Xufang’s favorite color. Now it needed to be replaced.

Su Qinghou, who had just been sitting on the bed, now settled onto the sofa, propped up his long legs on the coffee table, “Where am I supposed to sleep?”

Jiang Zhi: “…”

Dammit!

The sofa cover was also Zhou Xufang’s favorite set.

Jiang Zhi, “Get out.”

Su Qinghou glanced at the cotton candy box on the coffee table.

She still had such a sweet tooth. In the past, he had used food to bait her. She wouldn’t look twice at anything else, but sweets would get a few extra glances, still, she’d never give in.

“Fine,” he said, “011, you escort me. I don’t know the way.”

Jiang Zhi had a bad temper and couldn’t stand being provoked. He was about to step forward when Zhou Xufang pulled him back, “Don’t fight with him.” There might be an ambush nearby.

Jiang Zhi heeded Zhou Xufang’s advice and refrained from violence, “You don’t know the way, huh? Then let the police car take you.” He dialed 110 directly, “There’s a pervert who has invaded a private residence.”

And Zhou Xufang, she called Su Lihua’s number.

The police arrived faster than Su Lihua.

Three comrades came, two stayed in the car on standby, and one came to mediate the dispute. The officer mediating asked who it was that had invaded the private residence.

One of them stepped forward, “Who says I’ve invaded a private residence?”

Oh, this guy.

A mixed-race, looking like a decent human, how could he be such a pervert?

The officer’s expression was stern, “You came uninvited, if that’s not invasion of privacy, then what is?”

“Do you recognize him?” Su Qinghou pointed at Jiang Zhi.

The officer nodded.

Of course, he recognized them; he watched TV for goodness’ sake. The Jiang Family and the Lu Family had both made the news.

Su Qinghou’s demeanor was calm, leaning against a lamp post, with not the slightest self-consciousness of a law offender, “Then do you know that he used to be gay?”

The officer nodded again.

Of course, he knew, he checked Weibo for goodness’ sake.

“Then take a guess at my relationship with him.”

The officer was flustered…

Zhou Xufang was flustered too…

Jiang Zhi grew angry, “I don’t know him.”

The fact that “I” emerged indicated he was truly infuriated.

Su Qinghou smiled lazily, his figure under the lamp, his facial features obscured by the hazy light, reducing his aggressive aura, his gaze filled with meaning, “There’s a scar on your left wrist, from my bite.”

The officer instantly looked at Jiang Zhi.

Jiang Zhi made the foolish move of instinctively hiding his hand behind his back.

He did have a scar on his wrist, which was indeed from this dog’s bite.

Then the officer wore an “I get it, I understand now” expression. The story seemed to go like this—

Second Young Master Lu and the Su Ex had once been in love, and that scar was the mark of their love. What should have been an earth-shattering romance came to an end because of a woman, and Second Young Master Lu moved on to Zhou Xianren. The Su Ex, unwilling to be broken up with, caused a scene in the middle of the night.

Jiang Zhi: “…”

Zhou Xufang suddenly felt like an outsider.

No, she wasn’t an outsider. Su Qinghou queued her up next, “There’s also a scar on my left wrist, bitten by this ruthless woman.” He rolled up his sleeve, revealing the teeth marks on his wrist, “With a relationship like ours, do you consider it invading a private residence?”

This kind of relationship?

Could it be that Su Ex had that kind of relationship with Zhou Xianren too?

Oh my!

The officer felt he had stumbled upon something incredible; his eyes lit up considerably, “Second Young Master Lu, your family matters are not for me to interfere in, what do you think?”

Should we just leave it be? After all, they had once deeply loved each other.

Jiang Zhi’s face was as cold as a bitter winter’s day, “I’m not familiar with him.”

How heartless.

The officer, “What about the scar on your hand?” Isn’t it the mark of your love?

Jiang Zhi licked his teeth, his patience nearly worn thin, “They sent you to arrest someone, not to question everything.”

No wonder they say badly ended relationships turn into enmities.