The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie-Chapter 112 - : 112: Fang Bao, pamper me more

Chapter 112: 112: Fang Bao, pamper me more

That watch…

Qiao Nanchu took a few careful looks, then laughed, “Brother Zhi.” No joking now, seriously, “You should stop drawing in the future.”

The soulful artist Jiang Zhi: “…”

Outside, the clouds dispersed, and the sun emerged again; the weather was fickle and ever-changing.

After leaving the police station, Jiang Zhi walked a distance with Zhou Xufang before he asked her, “Do you remember anything about the deceased?”

Zhou Xufang nodded, “She asked me for help. I was in a hurry to find you, so I hid her in a closet.”

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That room was a gathering place for waiters, which should have been safe in theory.

She thought about the details, “When I saw her, she was already injured, with lots of blood on her dress.” After pondering for a bit, she said to Jiang Zhi, “She must have been murdered after getting off the boat. If it happened on the boat, it would have been easier for the killer to throw the body into the sea, there would be no need to take it off the boat to find a place to dump it.”

Jiang Zhi’s focus was different from Zhou Xufang’s, “Did she touch you when she asked for help?”

Zhou Xufang nodded.

He then asked, “What about the clothes?”

“Thrown away.”

“Think it over, you can’t let the police trace it back to you.” Others might die a grievous death, but that was their business; he only cared about his own people. It didn’t matter who the killer was, as long as it didn’t involve Zhou Xufang, not even as a suspect.

Not to say it wasn’t her that killed, even if it was…

“I was very careful,” she said with a tiny hint of pride, “I’ve been a professional errand runner for so long and no one has discovered my identity.” Quite impressive!

Jiang Zhi: “Didn’t I discover it?”

True, her little tail was caught by Jiang Zhi.

Zhou Xufang felt deflated all of a sudden, unable to understand, “When did I slip up?” Her voice was disguised, her face covered, even her footsteps and stride were deliberately varied.

“You smell of milk.”

Oh, the scent.

She sniffed, “I can’t smell it.”

Jiang Zhi smiled, holding her chin to lift her face, “I recognize your eyes too.”

She blinked.

He poked her forehead gently, “And your skull.”

“…”

“I can recognize the back of your head with a touch.”

“…”

Oh, so her skull and the back of her head were so distinctive! Zhou Xufang became distressed, “So in the future, when I’m on a mission, do I need to wrap up my skull and the back of my head too?” That would be so strange, like a female ghost.

“No need,” said Jiang Zhi, “others definitely won’t recognize you.”

Zhou Xufang disagreed, feeling like she should still wrap up her skull and the back of her head in the future, “But you recognized me.”

“Others can’t compare with me.” He caressed the back of her head, liking it more and more the more he touched it, unable to let go, “Who loves you as much as I do.”

The dumbstruck Zhou Xufang: “…”

Jiang Zhi was so good at sweet talk, so she had to say something too, “I like your skull and the back of your head as well.”

After saying it, she became embarrassed and turned her head away, secretly giggling.

The skull and the back of the head that were just complimented, Jiang Zhi: “…” He gestured her over, “Come here.”

“Oh.” Zhou Xufang shuffled forward slowly.

Jiang Zhi touched her head, “You are a bit feverish.”

She was so used to the fever, “It’s fine, it’ll pass soon.”

Jiang Zhi’s hand was cool, resting on her hot face to cool her down, “Do you get a fever when others kiss you, hug you, or say nice things to you?”

Zhou Xufang shook her head like a rattle, “No fever.” She said earnestly, “I would hit him.”

“So,” Jiang Zhi’s eyes curved with his smile, “you feel this way because you like me?”

She was dumbfounded.

After recovering, she nodded with a flushed face.

Jiang Zhi thought of something else, “What if you stop liking me in the future—”

Zhou Xufang, whose survival instinct suddenly peaked, said, “My immunity is quite strong. If I stop running a fever in the future, it would mean I’ve become immune, not that I don’t like you.”

It wasn’t impossible. The first time she had a fever, it lasted a long time, and medicine didn’t help. But now, the fever subsided within minutes. Who knows, maybe in the future, she wouldn’t get a fever at all.

Jiang Zhi snorted, his mood soured by his own hypothetical scenario.

Zhou Xufang couldn’t figure out his sudden moodiness, so she scooted over, gently shaking his finger to appease him.

Jiang Zhi reached out, wrapped his arm around her waist, and pulled her into his embrace, “Say it three times, Zhou Xufang will always like Jiang Zhi.”

Zhou Xufang, “…Oh.”

Her expression and tone remained constant, like a parrot, as she repeated it three times.

“Zhou Xufang will always like Jiang Zhi.”

“Zhou Xufang will always like Jiang Zhi.”

“Zhou Xufang will always like Jiang Zhi.”

The girl seemed lost and naive, utterly compliant to him. Jiang Zhi’s heart softened from being so sweetly placated, and he rested his chin in the crook of her shoulder, “I want to kiss you.”

Zhou Xufang shrank back, “You can’t, not out here.”

She was too shy to kiss in public.

Jiang Zhi pecked her blushing earlobe, “Fine, let’s go to the car.”

Before he had finished speaking—

The third wheel turned on, “Boss! Boss!”

Ah Wan paid the taxi driver then ran toward his employer, blurting out his frustrations without thinking, “Why didn’t you call me before you left? What if you passed out while driving?!”

Interrupted, Jiang Zhi was more than just upset, “Who are you complaining to?”

His peach blossom eyes held a sharp, icy gleam—like daggers.

How scary!

Ah Wan stopped his casual banter, “You’ve misunderstood, you are my boss; how could I complain to you? I’m just worried about your well-being.” He put on a sincere face, “Is your esteemed self still in good health?”

What a drama queen.

Lin Xijing showed a deeply concerned expression, along with a look of ‘thank heavens and blessed be the gods, the Boss is alright’: “Seeing your rosy complexion, you must be in good health, that’s a relief to me.” Then he naturally changed the subject, glossing over his earlier grumbling, “Miss Zhou is here too.” His gaze fell on the intertwined fingers of his employer and Miss Zhou, surprised, “Yikes! You two… made it official?”

The little white rabbit, Miss Zhou, was finally snatched into the wolf’s den by the big bad wolf.

The car parked some hundred meters away, Jiang Zhi walked ahead with Zhou Xufang, “At the Jiang Family’s place, keep your mouth shut.”

Ah Wan followed behind, “Why?” Curiosity piqued, he boldly guessed, “Boss, are you afraid Madam Gu will play the matchbreaker?”

Jiang Zhi ignored him.

The more Ah Wan thought about it, the more he believed it to be the case, feeling somewhat melancholy, “It’s true, Fifth Miss and Mr. Xiao were stricken down with a single blow. Look at Mr. Xiao, he almost ended up in jail, and Fifth Miss’s heart turned to ashes. Madam Gu cares too much about social status. Since you’re her darling, she will definitely meddle in your marriage matters. If Madam Gu finds out Miss Zhou is just a screen protector installer, she might just issue her a hefty check to leave you, like Madam Gu did in ‘President Gu, Your Dainty Wife has Run off with the Ball Again 2’.”

Ah Wan had finished all the Korean dramas and recently switched to domestic idol dramas.

“Boss, you’re not in the best of health. If Madam Gu really breaks up the pair with a stick, that blow could—”

Jiang Zhi turned around, his beautiful eyes suddenly frosted over, “Can’t keep your mouth shut, can you?”

Ah Wan, who had become increasingly bold from his close relationship with the screen protector installer, Miss Zhou, “…I can keep it shut.”

Then, Ah Wan fell silent.

But Zhou Xufang piped up, “Ah Wan, is there a second part of ‘President Gu, Your Dainty Wife has Run off with the Ball Again’? I haven’t seen it.”

Jiang Zhi, “…”

He couldn’t scold his girlfriend, so what could he do? He just bore with it.

Ah Wan, who had an extraordinary relationship with the screen protector installer, Miss Zhou, and had again grown bold, said, “The TV series isn’t out yet, but the novel is.” He walked ahead. The large, nearly two-meter-tall, two-hundred-pound figure managed to maintain not only his muscle but also the girlish heart inherited from Ms. Song, with great enthusiasm, “Miss Zhou, you haven’t seen the novel, right?”

Zhou Xufang said, “No.”

For Ah Wan, it was time to win over the Boss Lady, “I’ll send you the link.”

Zhou Xufang: “Okay.”

Ah Wan opened the rear door first, then sat in the driver’s seat and continued to chat with the Boss Lady: “I still have an uncut version of the good stuff, do you want it?”

Zhou Xufang: “Yes.”

Just as Ah Wan was about to share the link through her phone, someone kicked the back of her seat: “Lin Wanwan.”

Ah Wan’s hand, in the midst of sending the link, trembled.

She couldn’t scold her girlfriend, so Jiang Zhi looked up, his reflection in the rearview mirror showcasing a pair of peach blossom eyes sharp enough to draw blood: “Do you think I’m dead?”

This time, Ah Wan completely shut up, tightly sealed her mouth.

Again, it was Zhou Xufang who spoke during the lull: “Jiang Zhi.” She asked, “What is this uncut version of the good stuff?”

Jiang Zhi: “…”

He gave a glance at the driver’s seat, wishing he could twist off Lin Wanwan’s head.

Ah Wan tucked in her head and sneakily peeked at the rearview mirror, seeing the employer leaning close to Miss Zhou’s ear.

“Stuff not suitable for children.”

Zhou Xufang was curious, as it was her first time encountering such things.

Jiang Zhi whispered in her ear again: “I’ll teach you later.”

“Oh.”

The very Ah Wan who was straining to eavesdrop—

“Are you not going to drive? Do you want to stay here overnight?”

Ah Wan weakly asked for the location.

Jiang Zhi said, back to his apartment.

They had only just started the car when Zhou Xufang’s phone received a WeChat message.

“Who’s looking for you?”

Zhou Xufang said: “The porridge shop’s Boss Lady, asking if I could help deliver takeout.”

Today was the weekend, and the porridge shop would be busy. Zhou Xufang worked honestly and could move quickly, so the porridge shop’s Boss Lady often asked for her help when she was swamped.

Jiang Zhi was holding onto the corner of a pink cushion: “Are you going?”

“I’m going; I agreed last week to help.” A promise shouldn’t be broken.

The pink cushion became crumpled in his grip: “What about me?”

Zhou Xufang then said: “I’ll take you home first.”

Even decorated with soft pastel colors, the car couldn’t hide the gloom creeping through Jiang Zhi’s peach blossom eyes: “We were just together yesterday.”

Zhou Xufang listened.

“And today you’re leaving me behind.”

“Is working more important than me?” His tone tinged with annoyance, disappointment, and a barely perceptible hurt.

Oh!

She realized why he was unhappy.

She said: “Working isn’t more important than you.”

“Then you’re still going to work.” He had plans for a date, all set.

Zhou Xufang, suffering from severe heterosexual pride, interpreted the meaning: I’m more important than your job, thus you must not work, or you don’t care about me.

She then had another thought: “Eating isn’t as important as you either, so in the future,” she timidly suggested, “can I no longer eat?”

Jiang Zhi: “…”

To Ah Wan, this logic was flawless, and he felt that maybe they had swapped their scripts.

“You go then,” Jiang Zhi turned to look out the window. “Just spend your life working.”

Childish, and unreasonably petulant.

It was like being bewitched—no wonder Xue Baoyi said one mustn’t mess with emotions, as they could be deadly. Indeed, if Zhou Xufang wished, she could play to death a man as cowardly and wretched as him.

Zhou Xufang tugged at his sleeve: “Are you mad?”

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“No.”

She was certain now: “You are definitely mad.”

He remained silent.

Reflected on the car window was a beautiful face, with an expression that spelled out in three bold capital letters—Hurry! Comfort me!

But Zhou Xufang wasn’t good at comforting: “Don’t be mad, I’ll just,” also can’t stop eating or working, “I’ll eat a bit less, work a bit less.”

Since when did he forbid her to eat?!

His own girlfriend, whom he couldn’t scold or be angry with, he just chilled his handsome brows and eyes, looked away, not at her: “Lin Wanwan, to the porridge shop.”

Zhou Xufang said: “I’ll take you home first.”

“No need.”

Jiang Zhi was mad at her.

Jiang Zhi was ignoring her.

Zhou Xufang felt lost, unsure what to do.

Behind them, silence filled the air.

Ah Wan couldn’t bear to watch any longer, thinking the employer was being downright unreasonable! Did people turn so childish when in love?

After about fifteen minutes, they arrived at the porridge shop, Ah Wan parked the car along the roadside.

“Jiang Zhi,” Zhou Xufang called him.

He didn’t respond.

She felt a bit sad but didn’t know what was wrong, her voice losing its energy, spiritless: “Then I’m going to deliver the takeout.”

Slowly, she got out of the car.

Jiang Zhi, with a stern face, sat hugging his arms, his gaze enough to bore a hole through the porridge shop’s sign.

Ah Wan, the friend of women, felt he needed to speak a fair word: “Boss, I don’t think you’re being fair.”

“Where am I not fair?”

With ‘Boss’ popping out, he was truly annoyed.

Ah Wan, a courageous athlete, boldly spoke out: “Although Miss Zhou is your girlfriend, she also has her own career. Maybe in your view, applying screen protectors and delivering takeout aren’t promising, but Miss Zhou doesn’t think so. It’s her workplace, and even a boyfriend shouldn’t interfere. If she has to give up her own career just to be with you, then how are you any different from Mr. Xue’s uncles who keep canaries? And moreover, Miss Zhou promised others earlier, not going would be breaking her word.”

After finishing, Ah Wan carefully observed the reactions.

The employer was in thought.

Seeing that he might be taking it in, Ah Wan continued: “I know, you just want Miss Zhou to coddle you, to spend time with you, but she doesn’t know that. She’s so naive, her emotional intelligence is movingly low, she’s never dated, and she doesn’t even have friends.”

Jiang Zhi suddenly looked up: “Who are you calling emotionally naïve?”

Wasn’t that the brutal truth?

But that wasn’t important, what’s important was—

“You also forbid her to watch TV or read novels, not allowing her to learn and observe, how would she understand a man’s heart?” Ah Wan may not have eaten pork, but he’d seen a lot of TV dramas about pigs running. With confidence and the air of a relationship consultant, he said, “This is when you should patiently teach her, how can you just get mad so easily?”

“And you can’t be so clingy, it suffocates people.”

To be honest, Ah Wan was shocked himself—how deeply must he like the girl to feel so insecure? Where did that air of domination he used to carry vanish to?

Someone awkwardly asked: “So what should I do now?”

The relationship consultant Lin Wanwan said: “You can go with her to deliver the takeout. That way, you can take care of Miss Zhou’s career and build your relationship at the same time.”

Silence for a moment.

Jiang Zhi looked at the entrance of the porridge shop: “I’ll go deliver takeout with my girlfriend, what about you?”

Lin Wanwan, momentarily blank: “Uh…”

Jiang Zhi opened the car door and stepped out: “You do the delivery.”

Lin Wanwan: “…”

As a person, one shouldn’t get too ahead of oneself.