The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie-Chapter 107 - : 107: Going with my wife to apply a screen protector~

Chapter 107: 107: Going with my wife to apply a screen protector~

“Wait, I’ll come over to kiss you right now.”

Zhou Xufang: “.”

Another period.

Jiang Zhi grabbed his coat, walked outside, and sent a voice message: “Don’t use periods.”

“Send me an emoticon.”

The late-stage obsessive-compulsive patient, Zhou Xufang, sent an ellipsis back.

...

Jiang Zhi: …

He just couldn’t seem to flirt with her.

The drive from the Jiang Mansion to Ba Yi Bridge took over an hour. Ah Wan was a cautious driver and extra slow, which made Jiang Zhi kick him out of the driver’s seat in annoyance.

Jiang Zhi’s driving was like drifting.

Ah Wan almost threw up.

However, they picked the wrong time to arrive. From a distance, they saw a young man with dyed yellow hair sitting at Zhou Xufang’s stall. He was dressed flashily and wore small black diamond earrings that gave off a ‘street’ vibe.

The flashy yellow-haired young man was flirting with Zhou Xufang, wearing a self-assured grin that he thought was devastatingly handsome: “Can I get your WeChat? I’ll come back to your stall for screen protector services next time.”

He was, at best, bronze level.

Then, he met the king, Jiang Zhi.

Jiang Zhi, with his frosted, muted blue hair, strolled over casually: “Sure.” He took out a moon-white handkerchief from his high-end coat pocket, placed it on the seat, and sat down. His peach blossom eyes slightly lifted at the corners as he hooked in the soul of anyone who looked on, his murderous aura tinged with an elegant unworldliness, “You can come directly to me, I’ll do it for you.”

The flashy yellow-haired young man was stunned, and it took him a long time to stammer out: “You, who are you?” He seemed somewhat familiar.

Jiang Zhi raised his hand, knocking on the small table Zhou Xufang used for applying screen protectors. His watch knocked against the table corner with a soft clink. He said, “I’m the ‘Boss Lady’ of this stall.”

“…”

That watch was worth eight figures.

The yellow-haired street youth scurried away, defeated.

“Why did you come?” Zhou Xufang was very happy, her eyes curving into a smile.

Jiang Zhi nonchalantly flirted, “To give you a kiss.”

“…”

Zhou Xufang, bashful and thin-skinned, was afraid someone would overhear them. She looked around nervously, feeling guilty without having done anything wrong.

It wasn’t dark yet, and there were already quite a number of street vendors. Next to the screen protector stall was a stir-fried noodle vendor, run by a lady in her fifties who had been quietly watching Jiang Zhi for a long time: “Xiao Zhou, is that your boyfriend?”

‘Xiao Zhou’ was about to explain—

‘Xiao Zhou’s boyfriend’ with his long legs stepped right over the stall to stand next to Zhou Xufang: “Have you eaten?”

Zhou Xufang said no.

It was just past four.

“I brought something for you.” Jiang Zhi sent Ah Wan to get the insulated food container from the car. He then pulled up a stool beside Zhou Xufang, “You eat first. I’ll watch the stall for you.”

Ah Wan: “…” That was the dinner his mom had prepared for him!

He was so annoyed!

In the end, Ah Wan reluctantly handed over his own meal to Zhou Xufang.

Zhou Xufang thanked him, took a bite of the rib, and asked Jiang Zhi, “Do you know how to apply it?” Meanwhile, Ah Wan watched the rib, his heart bleeding.

Jiang Zhi faced the wind, his hair fluttering: “What’s so hard about it?”

Fifteen minutes later, the first customer arrived.

The customer selected a tempered screen protector, twenty yuan.

Jiang Zhi professionally peeled off the old phone protector and wiped the screen clean with a little damp cotton cloth before carefully applying the new one—

“Hey!”

The customer, a burly man in his thirties or forties with an intimidating build, looked like he had a short temper.

“How did you apply this? The screen is full of bubbles!”

“It’s crooked!”

“Do you even know how to do this?!”

Jiang Zhi: “…”

If Zhou Xufang wasn’t there, he might have thrown the man into the river nearby.

He restarted, trying to reapply the screen protector.

“It’s still crooked!”

“There’s another bubble underneath.”

“You’ll scratch my phone if you keep scraping like that.”

Jiang Zhi: “…”

Clang!

She tossed her phone.

The other person shut up.

“If it’s scratched, I’ll compensate you with a car,” Jiang Zhi kicked the small table, her peach blossom eyes lifting with a frosty air, “Are you going to shut up now?”

Customer: “…”

In Imperial City, every other person is a ‘master.’

Look at her clothes, look at that demeanor… She could really be a ‘master.’ The customer stopped talking, eyeing the screen full of air bubbles, with a herd of ‘f*cks’ galloping in their mind.

Zhou Xufang also saw the bubbles: “Let me do it.”

Jiang Zhi was still scraping bubbles off the screen with a small metal piece, “You eat.”

She quickly wolfed down a few bites: “I’m done.”

“You think I did a bad job?” he said, and with one forceful scrape,

a large scratch appeared on the phone protector.

Customer: “…”

If she kept scraping, who knows if the screen would survive—inside, the customer’s herd of ‘f*cks’ was racing even more fiercely.

“That…” The customer took out a twenty-yuan note from their wallet, placed it on the table, “I won’t put it on.” Then they picked up their phone, full of bubbles and scratches, and left.

Jiang Zhi didn’t care and handed the twenty yuan to Zhou Xufang: “Tell me, do you think I did a bad job?” She was irked, “I even made you money.”

Zhou Xufang said that wasn’t it: “Your hands are all red from the cold.”

She was concerned for him.

Jiang Zhi chuckled with her head tilted back, stuffed the money into her pocket, and then presented her frostbitten hands, eyes gleaming on this cloudy day: “Then warm them up for me.”

The outdoor temperature had plummeted below zero, it was very cold.

Zhou Xufang turned to grab two large boxes used for stocking goods. Digging through them, she found some leftover hand warmers from a few days ago. Ripping one open, she adhered it to Jiang Zhi’s arm through his clothing, then tore another, placing it symmetrically on his other arm, sticking it on straight and proper.

Jiang Zhi: “…”

Then Zhou Xufang pulled down Jiang Zhi’s sleeves, adjusted them, and upon looking at him again, noticed: “Your face is red from the cold too.”

You can’t stick a hand warmer on a face, after all.

Jiang Zhi leaned his handsome face closer: “Just covering it with your hand would suffice.”

Zhou Xufang stared blankly at him for several seconds, then her face dawned with realization; she stood up and fetched the yellow helmet that only showed the eyes from the tricycle, and swiftly put it on Jiang Zhi: “Now the wind won’t get to you.”

Jiang Zhi: “…” What kind of creature was it that he had fallen for?

Ah Wan shook her head, unable to bear watching.

The Boss Lady at the fried noodle stall couldn’t stand it either: “Xiao Zhou.”

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Xiao Zhou turned her head: “Hmm?”

The Boss Lady asked: “What does your boyfriend do?”

Zhou Xufang was quite proud: “He acts in films.” Oh, she caught herself and blushed as she explained, “He’s not my boyfriend.”

The Boss Lady looked at Jiang Zhi several times.

The more she looked, the less satisfied she became compared to her own nephew. She wanted to introduce her nephew to Xiao Zhou, seeing that Xiao Zhou was the most hardworking girl on the street, and many stall owners wanted to introduce their relatives to her.

As for Xiao Zhou’s ‘boyfriend’…

Sporting a head of blue hair, he didn’t look like any respectable young man at first glance, probably one of those hundred and eighth-rate minor celebrities, with no real talent but still wanting to wear branded clothes every day, probably even relying on Xiao Zhou to make a living.

After concocting a million-word backstory in her head, the Boss Lady sighed: “What matters most in life is to be down to earth.”

Zhou Xufang didn’t quite understand but still responded with an “Oh.”

“And another thing, a man’s looks come second,” the Boss Lady spoke earnestly, “He should be ambitious.”

Zhou Xufang continued with “Oh” and asked Jiang Zhi: “Are you still cold?”

Jiang Zhi said he wasn’t cold but then coughed right after that.

The Boss Lady chimed in: “Your boyfriend seems quite delicate.”

Zhou Xufang understood this time and was a bit upset: “He’s just not very healthy.” Even if he were delicate, it wasn’t for others to criticize.

“It’s no good for a man to be so weak,” the Boss Lady commented.

Zhou Xufang didn’t want to continue the conversation and smoothed things over for Jiang Zhi. Once he stopped coughing, she said, “There’s a place selling hot water bottles over there. Wait here, I’ll go buy you one.”

Jiang Zhi, wearing the yellow helmet: “Hmm.”

Zhou Xufang ran off to buy the hot water bottle.

Jiang Zhi removed the helmet and ruffled his hair: “Ah Wan.” His voice was not as sweet as it had been in front of Zhou Xufang.

Ah Wan came over: “Boss.”

“Could you check if the land under my feet is for sale?”

Ah Wan asked, “What do you want to buy land for?”

“To build a store for Zhou Xufang.” Jiang Zhi’s peach blossom eyes were half-closed, flickering briefly across the fried noodle stall, “Might as well spruce up this street while I’m at it.”

After giving his instructions, he leaned against the little table where screens were being fitted, propping his chin with one hand, and dialed Xue Baoyi’s number: “Screen fitting?” His legs, too long to fit comfortably anywhere, were stretched out lazily under the table.

Ah Wan gave an OK sign and, turning his head, ‘complained’ to the fried noodle stall owner: “Eh, my boss, he’s got too much money.”

The Boss Lady: “…”

Ah Wan stepped in front of the stall, his large frame blocking half of it, and continued ‘complaining’: “Yeah, and he’s so delicate. Wherever there’s a breeze, that’s where he decides to build a house. Such a pampered one!”

The Boss Lady: “…”

Ah Wan fished out car keys from his pocket, toying with them: “He’s too fragile, really. The old lady at home built several medical labs and contracted quite a few hospitals just to take care of him.”

These car keys you recognize, right?

The Boss Lady: “…”

Ah Wan used the car key to clean out his ear: “And he’s not ambitious at all, just prancing around, nothing to do but jet off to international film festivals. Truly, his feet aren’t planted on the ground.”

Although his employer was indeed quite annoying.

But no matter what, this was his employer. As the saying goes, “The ruler’s grain eaten, his affairs done,” and he, Lin Wanwan, was a man of integrity and pride.

He could have his complaints, but could others?

They could not!

Ah Wan heaved a deep sigh: “Ah, if he doesn’t get serious about his acting, my boss will have to go home and inherit the family fortune.”

The fried noodle stall owner: “…”

Her face turning various shades, finally, she forced a ‘kind and friendly’ smile: “Xiao Zhou’s boyfriend, would you like some rice noodles?”

Xiao Zhou’s boyfriend was on the phone, saying, “Come to Zhou Xu’s place to pick up goods, name your price, the money will come from me,” and after finishing this sentence, he finally turned his attention to the fried noodle stall: “No, thank you.”

These manners and actions…

The more she watched, the more unbelievable it became.

Seizing the opportunity, Ah Wan chimed in again: “Look at him, so delicate. His stomach is spoiled by all the fancy foods, can’t eat just anything, unlike me,” he swiftly changed the topic, “Madam, I’ll have a bowl of rice noodles.”

Still engulfed in the anxious thought of ‘this street is going to be bought by Xiao Zhou’s boyfriend, and the noodle stall might be cleaned out,’ the fried noodle Boss Lady managed an “… Oh.”

Remembering his pork rib meal that Miss Zhou who was applying screen protectors had eaten, Ah Wan felt very hungry: “Can I add an egg?”

“Yes, you can.”

“Then give me four sunny-side-up eggs.”

“Alright.”

In the end, the Boss Lady, with trembling hands, served Ah Wan a portion of rice noodles fit for three, adding two large spoonfuls of pork and a spoonful of chicken dices, and absolutely refused to take any money.

Ah Wan ate with relish, stuffing a big piece of egg into his mouth, and turned to see Zhou Xufang hurrying back: “Boss, the young Boss Lady is back.”

Jiang Zhi was visibly delighted by this title, a spring-like joy shimmering in his eyes.

Zhou Xufang had run all the way here, the hand warmer stuffed inside her clothing. When she reached Jiang Zhi, she handed over the warmed handwarmer she’d been hiding: “It’s fully charged, hold it.”

The spring in Jiang Zhi’s eyes flourished.

His little girl knew how to take care of people.

“Xiao Zhou.”

The neighboring fried noodle stall owner suddenly gave Zhou Xufang a thumbs-up: “Your boyfriend is really good.”

Zhou Xufang was first dumbfounded, then, touching her hot ears, she sneaked a glance at Jiang Zhi and muttered quietly, “He’s not my boyfriend.”

The Boss Lady clenched her fists, making an encouraging gesture: “Hold on to him, go for it!”

Zhou Xufang: “…”

This Boss Lady is weird.

There were many strange people today.

The recent customer was a young man who appeared to have run all the way and was still catching his breath, his head covered with sweat: “Screen fitting?”

“Yes.” Zhou Xufang asked the customer, “Which kind do you want to have fitted?”

The customer said, “Any kind.”

So Zhou Xufang picked out a tempered glass protector for him.

After it was fitted, the customer asked again, “You have phone cases, right?”

“Yes.”

“Give me ten.”

Off to the side, the non-grounded, delicate, ambition-lacking Jiang Zhi who might have to go back and inherit his fortune if he doesn’t act properly raised his eyelids slightly.

The customer’s voice seemed to tremble, “Twenty?”

“Cough cough cough cough cough…”

Jiang Zhi was coughing.

Zhou Xufang immediately turned around, looking at him with concern.

Jiang Zhi soothingly rubbed the little girl’s head.

The customer then changed their order, “Forty!”

“You don’t have that many of this model of phone case,” Zhou Xufang said.

The customer scanned the code and paid directly, “Any model will do.”

After ten more minutes, another odd customer arrived.

Dressed in a suit and leather shoes, like a white-collar worker from a big company, he carried a big bag full of phones, dumping them all onto the table.

“Screen protectors.”

Zhou Xufang was surprised, “All of them?”

“Yep, all of them.” He then asked, “You have phone cases, right?”

“Yes.”

“I’ll take eighty, any model, as long as it’s a phone case.”

Zhou Xufang: “…”

It took her more than twenty minutes to finish applying the screen protectors. After the man left, she said to Jiang Zhi, “That man had so many phones.”

Jiang Zhi sat next to her, seemingly unfazed by the dirt and mess around, holding a hand warmer, wearing a helmet, and patiently waiting for Zhou Xufang to make money from applying screen protectors. He was very well-behaved. He asked, “What’s wrong?”

“Could he be a phone thief?”

Jiang Zhi: “…”

The people Xue Baoyi finds!

Zhou Xufang was conflicted, “Should we call the police?”

Jiang Zhi casually said, “He might be dealing in second-hand phones.”

So they decided not to call the police.

Ding.

Zhou Xufang’s WeChat message arrived; she checked it briefly.

Jiang Zhi asked, “Who’s looking for you?”

“It’s Mr. Xue Baoyi, he wants to buy phone cases from me.” After reading the message, she put her phone back in her bag with a very happy expression, “I made a lot of money today, Jiang Zhi, I’ll treat you to some fruit jellies.”

Why fruit jelly?

Zhou Xufang had recently taken a liking to fruit jelly, finding strawberry-flavored jelly to be as delightful as cotton candy.

Having had a ‘very good business day,’ she closed up shop early, taking Jiang Zhi to buy two big bags of fruit jelly. Jiang Zhi drove her home, and she ate them the whole way in the car.

Jiang Zhi’s car was pink inside, with cotton candy and milk.

Zhou Xufang ate her fruit jellies, completely satisfied.

Jiang Zhi laughed, “You like it that much?”

She nodded, bit into a strawberry-flavored jelly, her eyes curving into crescent moons, “I’ve never had it before.”

“Your parents didn’t buy it for you?”

Her crescent eyes slowly drooped, and she went silent. She accidentally crushed the plastic jelly container, dropping the jelly onto the car seat.

“I’m sorry, I’ve made your car dirty.” She reached out to pick it up.

Jiang Zhi took her hand, wiped it clean before bothering about the car seat, “I’ll buy it for you in the future.” He patted her head, “Tell me whatever you haven’t had, and I’ll buy them all for you.”

She lifted her head and smiled again, not showing any sign of loss, smiling quite foolishly.

Jiang Zhi opened another fruit jelly for her and fed it to her mouth. She nibbled it gently.

“Sweet?”

“Sweet.”

He leaned in and tasted it from her lips, “It is very sweet.”

The Zhou Xufang who just leaked a mouthful of jelly: “…”

She turned as red as a tomato, dumbfounded like a goose, with some jelly remnants on her lips.

“Do you have a fever again?” As he spoke, Jiang Zhi licked away the jelly remnants, his face also red, with reddened eyes, but his gaze hid none, looking straight at her, then reached out, resting his hand on her forehead.

Yes, she was feverish again.

Zhou Xufang’s soul floated in the clouds for a good while before returning to her body. In a fluster, she dug out two strawberry-flavored jellies from the bag and handed them to Jiang Zhi, “For you.”

She pushed open the car door and rushed into the house.

Once inside, she started bounding around frantically, hopping here and there like a gust of wind.