The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie-Chapter 150 - : 150: Director Jiang shows off affection, love rival appears (second update)

Chapter 150: 150: Director Jiang shows off affection, love rival appears (second update)

Old Madam Jiang laughed, “Truly, the blessings of our ancestors.”

Jiang Zhi, “…”

Zhou Xufang was next to him, seriously holding back laughter.

“Do you have time tomorrow night?” Old Lady Jiang said, “Bring your girlfriend over for dinner.”

Without consideration, Jiang Zhi directly refused, “We haven’t been dating for long; we’re not seeing parents yet.”

Old Lady Jiang couldn’t grasp his intentions either and didn’t interfere, only reminding him, “Since you’ve found a girl, date her properly and don’t create a mess like Bao Yi did.”

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“Mhm.”

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Zhi pulled the car over.

“Are you mad at me?”

Zhou Xufang was confused, “Hm?”

Jiang Zhi unbuckled his seatbelt, “You’re not mad at me for not taking you to meet my family?”

She shook her head.

Jiang Zhi knew she understood but still wanted to explain seriously, “It’s not that I don’t want to introduce you to them; it’s just that those people do not count as my family.” He didn’t want to roll her into the Jiang family’s troubles too soon.

“I know.”

Obedient and sensible.

Jiang Zhi moved closer, wanting to hug her.

Zhou Xufang dodged backwards, “We’re outside; someone might see.”

Jiang Zhi didn’t care…

The paparazzi hiding in the shadows: Please continue!

An hour later, photos of a famous director and his girlfriend were trending online, attracting the gaze of countless onlookers.

“Wow, so sweet.”

Mr. Xue: “Only the joy of the newlyweds is seen, not the tears of the ones before.”

“Forgive me; I’ve become a fan of the couple.”

“If the paparazzi had pixelated the girlfriend’s lips, that would have been perfect.”

“…”

That night, at eight o’clock.

Someone knocked on the door of the presidential suite. The door wasn’t closed, and the woman inside said “Come in.”

A man walked in, with a pointy chin and gaunt cheeks, looking fierce and with tattoos from his neck to his earlobes, a black dragon one of them.

It was Hua Jun, who had been detained by the police station for several days.

He closed the door and entered the room, “President Zhang.”

The woman had just bathed and poured herself a glass of red wine, “You’re out.”

The police had detained him for seven days for causing a disturbance. Hua Jun stepped forward to apologize, “I’m sorry, President Zhang; I almost messed up your plans.”

She swirled the red wine in her glass, “Who interfered?”

“I saw him once at the police station,” Hua Jun unlocked his phone and handed it over, “It’s the person in this photo.” It turned out to be a celebrity.

The woman smiled, “It’s him.”

For several consecutive days, there had been clear skies without a cloud in sight.

The heat from Jiang Zhi’s romance lasted only a few days since, after all, he was a director and came from one of the Four Great Families. The media didn’t dare go too far, and moreover, it was known in the circle that the first paparazzi to expose Jiang Zhi’s girlfriend had vanished from the face of the Earth. Everyone in the industry clearly understood that Jiang Zhi was making an example to warn others; hence, the media restrained themselves. They wouldn’t offend Jiang Zhi over some gossip headlines. Of course, to satisfy netizen curiosity, reporters took many photos of his girlfriend, without pixelating them.

Don’t misunderstand; it’s not that the media were brazen—it’s that there was no opportunity to pixelate. Director Jiang’s girlfriend was always wearing a mask and dressed in all black, more covered up than the celebrities themselves.

Consequently, Director Jiang’s girlfriend got a nickname—Black-clothed Woman.

Besides, now that Director Jiang was straightened out, many female artists were throwing themselves at him.

Like at this dinner party today, there were quite a few more young women. Jiang Zhi was starting the shoots for his new movie after the New Year, and the investors organized a gathering to finalize details of the movie, including casting decisions.

Currently, the lead female role for this new movie had been cast—Baoguang’s actress, the newly popular Weaver. Other roles depended on how many could be confirmed at this dinner gathering.

“Jiaojiao,” the head of Guangteng Film put down his chopsticks and said to the young girl next to him, “Go pour Director Jiang a drink.”

It was Tao Jiaojiao, an actress beyond third-tier.

Barely over twenty, a clean-looking young girl with a sweet voice, she picked up the wine and approached, “Director Jiang.”

Jiang Zhi didn’t look up, “I don’t drink.”

Tao Jiaojiao smiled, putting down the bottle of red wine and leaning forward slightly, her neckline low, “Then I’ll pour you some tea instead, Director Jiang.”

She leaned in close, her slender hand mistakenly brushed the jacket Jiang Zhi had draped over the chair.

“No need,” Jiang Zhi picked up the jacket with two fingers and tossed it into the trash, then slowly wiped his hand with a tissue, “Stay back, you’ve got perfume on; it’s hard to explain to my girlfriend when I get home.”

Tao Jiaojiao’s face went pale, visibly uncomfortable.

Because Jiang Zhi had been straightened out, a lot of people in the circle had forgotten that he detested two things—roses and women.

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The president of Guangteng Film came out to smooth things over, “Men are bound to socialize, especially in our circle. The women at home need to be more accommodating,” he said with a smile, “Don’t you think so, Director Jiang?”

Jiang Zhi sprawled out lazily, “No.”

The president of Guangteng Film: “…” This guy really doesn’t give face!

It’s not just this president; the other producers and investors, surrounded left and right by companions, also had awkward expressions on their faces.

In the private room filled with men and women, everyone fell silent. Jiang Zhi sat in the main seat with a look of scant interest and said, “Socializing is inevitable, but self-awareness is necessary.”

No one dared to continue the conversation.

“Female and male artists who have nothing to do with my movie,” he paused, then continued, “get out.”

The table of presidents looked at each other, then silence fell like the chill of frost.

The accompanying artists had no choice but to stand up and leave, men and women alike, all with superior looks, and silently left.

Suddenly, Jiang Zhi called out to one, “You, in the pink outfit, wait a second.”

The girl in the pink dress felt a rush of joy. Being young and inexperienced, she couldn’t hide the excitement in her eyes, “Director Jiang, you called for me.”

Jiang Zhi asked, “Where did you buy the dress?”

“Ah?”

His gaze swept over her, “My girlfriend would definitely look better in it than you.”

The girl in the pink dress: “…”

That’s too much!

The next day, the pink dress was sent to Zhou Xufang’s house. Zhou Xufang tried it on, and while it looked good, Jiang Zhi felt the hem was too short, so he discussed with Zhou Xufang and had her wear it at home and avoid wearing it out.

The obedient and agreeable Zhou Xufang: Okay.

On Wednesday, there was a movie premiere that invited Jiang Zhi. Jiang Zhi usually had little to do with people in the circle, but this movie was the swan song of his mentor, so it was difficult for him to refuse. He brought Zhou Xufang with him.

Other girls dressed up beautifully in dresses, but his girl was in black pants and hoodie, with a large mask covering her face.

It was Zhou Xufang’s first time at such an event. She felt uncomfortable and still had a slight social anxiety, staying close to Jiang Zhi wherever he went.

A colleague approached to strike up a conversation: “Director Jiang, your girlfriend, huh?”

Jiang Zhi responded indifferently, “Hmm.”

There had been a lot of reports about Jiang Zhi’s girlfriend recently, and the colleague was very curious, scrutinizing Zhou Xufang closely.

Zhou Xufang felt uneasy, and Jiang Zhi shielded her behind him, “Mine is shy.”

Ah, look at how protective he is!

The colleague offered a polite gesture and tactfully took a detour to leave.

In the crowded corridor with people coming and going, mostly insiders, Jiang Zhi was afraid that someone might bump into Zhou Xufang, so he held her close to the wall as they walked, “Are you feeling uncomfortable?”

She said, “It’s okay.”

She was uncomfortable, she was shy around strangers, and in crowded places, she would unconsciously be on guard and defensive.

Jiang Zhi patted her head, made sure her mask and hat were properly on, and said, “If you don’t want to see anyone, just hide in my arms. I’ll shield you.”

She said okay and snuggled into his embrace.

After a few steps, she suddenly stopped walking.

Jiang Zhi asked, “What’s wrong?”

She pointed to a poster on the wall, “Who is he?” He looks like someone.

Jiang Zhi answered, “The singer of the movie’s theme song.”

The boy on the poster was very young, so beautiful it was outrageous, a docile kind of attractive with not the slightest hint of aggression.

The boy’s skin was very white, should be the age of vigorous youth, yet his eyes were veiled with world-weariness, hollow and melancholic, resembling a doll in a display window, exquisite, but lifeless.

It looked like that child.

Zhou Xufang read the name on the poster, “Xiao Yusheng.”

She stared at the person in the poster, lost in thought.

Jiang Zhi, completely ignored: “Zhou Xufang.”

Calling her by her full name, his tone carried discontent.

She was still daydreaming, staring intently at the poster.

“What are you looking at?” Jiang Zhi stepped directly in front of her, completely blocking the poster, a cloud of gloom gathering in his handsome eyes, “Your boyfriend is here.”

Yes, he was getting jealous of a poster.

Zhou Xufang tilted her head, still trying to see the poster, and said, “This younger brother is very handsome.”

Jiang Zhi sniffed disdainfully, “What’s so handsome about him?” A kid whose hair hasn’t even grown in properly!

Zhou Xufang, with her survival instincts apparently gone to the dogs, said, “His eyes.”

The nation’s younger brother, Xiao Yusheng, had a pair of eyes more exquisite than a girl’s, with slightly double eyelids and long, thin corners, forming a pair of curved crescents when he smiled.

Jiang Zhi hummed, “Better looking than me?” His eyes were peach blossom eyes, even when he was angry, the corners sharp, and the once colorful pupils now hooks that captivated people, beautiful indeed but always with a fierce charm about them. He said, “If his eyes were better looking than mine, I would gouge mine out.”