The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie-Chapter 116 - : 116: The Night of Pillow Talk for the Textile Couple~

Chapter 116: 116: The Night of Pillow Talk for the Textile Couple~

Jiang Zhi lifted the blanket and lay down without turning off the light, propping her chin in her hand as she lay on her side: “Xu Fang.”

“Hmm.”

“Did something happen?”

Tonight, she was so well-behaved it hurt one’s heart.

She said, “No.” Her face was expressionless, neither happy nor angry.

She didn’t want to talk about it.

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Jiang Zhi moved a bit closer, almost touching her: “Tired?”

Zhou Xufang: “Hmm.”

He moved his face closer, very near to hers, the light above his head casting the shadow of his profile right onto her face.

“Zhou Xufang, do you want to sleep holding each other?” he said, “I want to hold you.”

Zhou Xufang wanted that too.

So, she immediately rolled into his arms, her hands obediently wrapped around his waist. He kissed her face, patting her back to lull her to sleep.

After a quiet moment, thinking she had fallen asleep, he was about to turn off the light when she suddenly raised her head: “The birthday on my ID card is fake, I don’t know my real birth date either.”

She then buried her head in his chest once more.

“I must have been abandoned.”

Jiang Zhi remained silent, listening to her piece together her past, sharing her origins with him for the first time.

“They say my chromosomes are different from normal people’s, arranged strangely, and there are many genetic mutation triggers.”

Who were they?

She murmured to herself again, wondering: “I don’t know if it’s because of this that I was abandoned.”

In other words, her anomaly was due to her chromosomes and genes.

This was a completely foreign field to Jiang Zhi, right, the Luo Family’s little fool also had a chromosomal abnormality.

She was getting sleepy, her voice growing softer: “Ever since I can remember, I have been alone.” Her eyelids fluttered and closed, “I’ve met good people who helped me, and bad people who were scared of me.”

Jiang Zhi, a conspiracy theorist at heart, believed that only a very small part of the population could be called good people. Of course, most weren’t bad either, it was those who didn’t qualify as good nor bad that were the majority. Often, it was these people, usually kind and friendly, who would become prickly and self-centered once their comfort zone and safety were challenged.

That was normal; most people have a strong sense of self-preservation and selfishness, so he could imagine the hardships Zhou Xufang, an extraordinary person, must have endured living and growing up alone.

She, ah, was a girl who had grown up without anyone to love her, struggling every step of the way on her own.

“Jiang Zhi.”

“Hmm.”

She was drowsy now: “I’m going to sleep.”

He adjusted their position, holding her: “Sleep then.”

She mumbled something, and fell asleep.

Before long, her breathing steadied, Jiang Zhi turned off the light: “Fang Bao.”

She didn’t respond, asleep.

Jiang Zhi kissed her forehead: “You won’t be alone anymore, you have me now.”

Outside, the sky was flashing with lightning, yet it refused to rain. The moon and stars all hid behind the clouds, the night air heavy and somber. Downstairs, Fula was barking again.

Jiang Chuan, slipping on his clothes, got up and in the dimness saw a figure, dragging a suitcase. It was only when he approached that he recognized who it was.

“Fifth Miss.”

Jiang Wei’er turned around.

Jiang Chuan advanced: “It’s so late, where are you heading?”

She had cut her hair, very short, barely reaching her ears.

She said, “To the airport.”

Jiang Chuan, concerned, replied: “I will go wake Old Madam.”

He had just turned his head when Jiang Wei’er stopped him, her demeanor composed and serene: “Don’t disturb Mother’s sleep, I’m just going out to clear my head, I’ll be back.”

“Fifth Miss—”

She waved her hand: “I’m off.”

“Woof!”

“Woof woof!”

Fula called out again, endless and unceasing.

Jiang Wei’er left, on the three o’clock flight in the early morning. She didn’t tell anyone, intentionally choosing this time.

At this hour, the airport wasn’t crowded. Perhaps due to the deep night, passers-by unconsciously softened their footfalls, creating an air of desolate tranquility.

A billboard blocked out the light, leaving a large shadow in which a person stood still for a long, long time.

“Brother Xiao,”

The assistant behind him said, “It’s very late, let’s go back.”

The figure had not moved; he was looking in the direction of the boarding gates.

The plane had long departed, and no one was there anymore. The assistant couldn’t help but mutter, “If you can’t bear to part with her, why didn’t you stop her?”

He acted as if he hadn’t heard, talking to himself.

“Wei’er was wearing black clothes and she had cut her hair short.”

His voice was so low that the assistant couldn’t hear clearly and moved closer: “What did you say?”

He said, “She looked very pretty.”

The remark was disconnected and confusing, so the assistant didn’t understand, “What looked very pretty?”

Xiao Linsu shook his head and didn’t say anything more. He turned and saw Xue Bingxue standing next to a pillar, not knowing how long he’d been there.

Their eyes met, both expressions subdued, both silent.

Xiao Linsu walked over. His face was covered with a mask and sunglasses, hiding his expression. He placed the bag he was holding on a bench nearby.

The bag was full of medicine.

“Her stomach is weak, and she doesn’t eat properly. She always forgets to bring—”

He stopped mid-sentence.

Ridiculous, what was he doing?

He picked up the bag again, clutching it tightly in his hand, and turned to leave without a word, his eyes under the sunglasses finally moistening.

Before coming to the airport, Xiao Linsu had gone to the police station.

The verdict hadn’t yet been delivered. It had taken him some effort to see Lin Shuang, who was calmer than he expected. He was nearly the same, feeling peaceful after the dust had settled.

“I’ve talked to the lawyer, and you won’t be sentenced for long,” Xiao Linsu started.

Lin Shuang looked at him through the glass without making a sound.

He spoke alone, his tone like that of dealing with final affairs: “I’ll take care of your parents for you.” And he added, “Huayu is now managed by Xue Baoyi, and the new talents you brought will transfer to Baoguang. Xue Baoyi is fair and won’t treat them badly.”

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He spoke slowly, and softly.

“Your contract—”

Lin Shuang cut him off, “Stop talking about me, talk about yourself.”

Talk about himself? There wasn’t much to say about him.

He was silent for a while: “The press conference is tomorrow afternoon.”

Lin Shuang’s calm eyes rippled: “Do you really have to retire?”

He nodded: “I can’t let Wei’er hear any news about me.”

Whenever he mentioned Jiang Wei’er, his gaze gained a slight vibrancy.

“What about you?” Lin Shuang asked him, her tone accusatory and urgent, “Are you going to give up everything?”

He didn’t respond directly: “After it ends, I’ll take my sister’s ashes back to Zhang Town.”

Zhang Town was Xiao Linsu’s hometown.

It was a small town with flowers and bridges, mountains and water, where his parents lay buried.

Lin Shuang remembered again, the first time she had seen him in Zhang Town. Her eyes, betraying her, reddened: “Will you come back?”

Xiao Linsu said, “I won’t return.”

She lowered her head, laughing at herself with self-derision.

There was nothing left to say. He sat for a while, then stood up: “Lin Shuang.”

“Hmm.”

He said, “I’m sorry.”

Sorry?

It was she who had brought him from Zhang Town to Imperial City. She who had introduced him to Jin Song. She who had used Jiang Wei’er. And she who had crashed into Jiang Zhi.

What did he do?

He directed and acted in a play where he was the one to get hurt, leaving everyone else overjoyed.

“Sorry for what?” she choked, laughing and crying like a madwoman, “Xiao Linsu, you haven’t done wrong by anyone, the only person you’ve let down is yourself, even if it’s Jiang Wei’er, you don’t owe her anything.”

That was all he had, his future, his pride, and the rest of his life… he had already given it all away.

What else could he give?

It’s unfair of heaven to bury him in the mud, giving him so little, this was all he had…

He said thank you again and said, “I’m leaving.”

And just like that, he left.

Lin Shuang called after him, “What are you going to do?”

He turned back, asking what she meant by what was he going to do.

“Without Jiang Wei’er, what will you do?”

He laughed, laughed in response, “Just let it be.”

Just like that, his life drifted aimlessly, destined to die alone.

That was his life.

“Linsu.”

He stopped but did not turn around.

Lin Shuang’s eyes were moist with tears as she looked at his straight, lean back, “I regret helping you to drive her away…”

Thunder rumbled all night, but it didn’t rain.

The next day, the sky cleared up, and sunlight streamed through the windows, covering the floor with golden light.

Jiang Zhi opened her eyes to see Zhou Xufang’s face right in front of her, sitting against the wall with a mess of hair on her head, still wearing her old-fashioned long johns. Unlike the movies he made, where the male lead wakes up to find the female lead gazing at him tenderly from the ground.

Zhou Xufang’s face was expressionless, serious if anything.

“Zhou Xufang.”

His voice was husky and bubbly from just waking up, lazy.

Zhou Xufang replied, “Hmm.”

Jiang Zhi crawled out of the covers, her hair even messier than Zhou Xufang’s, with cowlicks sticking out unabashedly, and some red mark on her face that looked like it had been pressed by a hand or something. The buttons of her pajamas had come loose, hanging sloppily over her shoulder and exposing her pale and tender collarbone. He grabbed his hair, still groggy, “When did you wake up?”

Zhou Xufang said, “A little after six.”

He probably didn’t sleep enough, his peach blossom eyes looking puffy, “Why so early?”

Zhou Xufang took a glance at his collarbone, just one quick look, then quickly shifted her gaze away. She reached out, carefully pulling up his pajamas, “You kicked me awake.”

Sleeping Beauty was now fully awake.

“Did I kick you?”

Zhou Xufang nodded, not looking at him, pulling the blanket haphazardly thrown over his legs all the way up, covering everything below the waist, “Yes, you kicked me eleven times last night.”

Jiang Zhi: “…”

“Jiang Zhi,” after she had covered him up properly did she dare to look at him, “you have bad sleeping habits.”

It wasn’t a complaint; she was just stating a fact.

Kicking blankets and people was not all; he liked to burrow into pillows, burrowing back and forth… Zhou Xufang had to pick up the pillow eight times last night.

Later, afraid he would burrow into the pillows again, she held them down, and then he stopped burrowing into the pillows, instead, he burrowed into her…

Zhou Xufang’s back was feeling a little sore now.

Jiang Zhi had his reasons, proud and assertive, “I’ve never slept with anyone else; I’m just not used to it. I’ll stop kicking once I get used to it.”

Zhou Xufang was unconvinced.

Even if he didn’t kick, he would still burrow into people.

She rubbed her back, “I’m not sleeping with you anymore.”

She spoke without thinking, and Jiang Zhi’s mind began to wander, “So are we going to sleep in separate beds after we get married?”

“Ah?”

She hadn’t thought that far ahead.

“No way.” His pajamas and blanket were black, setting off his fair skin, making him look more like a pampered young master, “You just need to get me to behave, there’s always a way. Separate beds,” his hair stood up at one end with a red mark on his face, “don’t even think about it.”

She hadn’t thought about it at all…

“How did we end up talking about what to do after getting married?”

At this moment, footsteps could be heard outside.

Jiang Zhi lowered her voice, “Someone’s coming.”

Zhou Xufang immediately burrowed into the covers, lying still as if playing dead.

A servant knocked on the door a few times, “Young Master, breakfast is ready.”

There was no response from inside the room.

“Are you up?”

“I’m not up,” a languid voice came from inside the room, accompanied by a few coughs, “I want to sleep a bit longer, don’t disturb me.”

“Understood.”

The servant then withdrew.

Once the footsteps faded, Zhou Xufang emerged from under the covers, ruffled her hair, and pointing at a painting by the bed, she asked Jiang Zhi, “What did you paint?” She guessed, since it was hanging by the bed, “Is it a charm against evil spirits?”

“It’s you,” Jiang Zhi replied.

Zhou Xufang scratched her head, looked at the painting again with effort, straining her eyes, observing carefully, “If you look closely, it does resemble me.” She stared harder, even more intently, scrutinizing it, “You used the colors really well.” It was all just a blotch of black.

Jiang Zhi no longer wanted to discuss the painting with her. Her feet were still under the covers, and in a fit of pique, she kicked Zhou Xufang’s legs.

Ticklish, Zhou Xufang dodged, “I should head home now.”

“Don’t go back. I’ll take you out in a bit.”

Zhou Xufang refused, “I need to go home to brush my teeth and change clothes.” She clambered over Jiang Zhi’s outstretched legs, careful not to press down on him, her movements reminiscent of a grasshopper missing limbs, her head cocked to one side, watching Jiang Zhi, “I have a meal with your friends today, I want to dress up a bit.”

Jiang Zhi was charmed by her last statement and reached out to wrap his arm around her waist, lifting her from the bed and placing her down on the floor. Without bothering to put on shoes, he stepped barefoot on the carpet, picking up her clothes one by one and helping her dress.

“I’ll pick you up from your place at nine.”

“Okay.”

Zhou Xufang wrapped a scarf around the back of her head and cranium completely, finishing she walked out the door.

Jiang Zhi tugged at her sleeve, “Aren’t you going to give me a kiss before you go?”

With a serious expression, she said, “No kissing, I haven’t brushed my teeth.”

“…”

He hadn’t landed himself a girlfriend, but rather a chunk of steel.

This steel was surprisingly flexible when it came to climbing out the window, easily scaling the anti-theft bars with just a hand, the other waved goodbye to him.

Jiang Zhi watched nervously, “Don’t fall, be careful—”

She leapt onto the roof in a single bound.

Jiang Zhi stuck his head out the window, but she was already out of sight.

This feeling…

How to describe it? It was as if she were a patron of pleasure seeking the company of courtesans and he, the beauty in the red tent, used and then abandoned without even leaving payment.

Jiang Zhi ran a hand through his hair, laughing.

The servant knocked again, “Young Master, the Old Madam sent me to bring breakfast over. Do you want to eat before you sleep?”

Jiang Zhi opened the door, “Just leave it.”

The one carrying the tray in was a young lad named Xiao Tian, a distant relative of Jiang Chuan who hadn’t been working at the Jiang family for long and wasn’t quite familiar with the rules. He was easily startled.

“Yikes! What happened to this window? It wasn’t a thief, was it?”

Good heavens, even the anti-theft bars were twisted!

What a diabolical little thief!

Jiang Zhi put on a jacket, his beautiful eyes composed, pajama buttons not fully fastened, suggestively indecent, “Which little thief would dare to steal from the Jiang family?” He said calmly, “It’s from a lightning strike.”

“…”

Last night there had been thunder, but—

“Does lightning twist anti-theft bars like this?”

Jiang Zhi blew a stray hair out of his eyes, “Do you want me to go and ask Duke of Thunder?”

“…”

“Don’t disturb the Old Madam, just find someone to fix it as soon as possible.”

“Understood.”