The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie-Chapter 160 - : 160: Jiang Zhi’s beauty trap, Fang Bao takes the bait (first update)

Chapter 160: 160: Jiang Zhi’s beauty trap, Fang Bao takes the bait (first update)

He was startled for a moment, then hugged her tightly.

Zhou Xufang lifted her wet face from his shoulder and tilted her head to look at him, “What’s the matter?” He was holding her so tight that she was having trouble breathing.

By her ear, Jiang Zhi was panting lightly. Water droplets from his bangs followed the contour of his face, dripping onto her neck.

“Fang Bao.” He tilted his head sideways, kissing her face.

Zhou Xufang didn’t move, “Hmm?”

He called her name and then fell silent again.

Zhou Xufang clumsily patted his back, trying to console him, “What’s wrong with you?”

He buried his face in her shoulder, his emotions suppressed and sinking deep within his eyes, his voice hoarse and barely more than a breath, trembling with sincere fear, he said, “Don’t be like him, don’t die before me.”

She was too much like Luo San.

Her eyes, her way of speaking, her obedience, and her disobedience too. She was the spitting image of that foolish boy, her heart and eyes full of him as her entire world, willing to give her all, offering him every precious thing she had.

Too much alike, it gave him the illusion as if he were going in circles, making the same mistakes over again.

Oh, there was just one difference.

Luo San was gone, and he was still alive. If Zhou Xufang were gone, he could not live.

“I will live to be a hundred years old.”

Zhou Xufang was making a promise, her voice wrapping around him, lingering by his ear. She said she would live to be a hundred years old. She said, “I will always be with you.”

She had to live to be a hundred years old.

Jiang Zhi wouldn’t outlive her.

“Cough.”

Such an ill-timed ‘cough’.

Jiang Zhi released Zhou Xufang, “Close your eyes first.”

Her eyes were still red, but she obediently closed them.

Qiao Nanchu, that third wheel out back, was waiting for the inseparable couple to part before he approached, “It’s all taken care of, let’s withdraw.”

Jiang Zhi shielded Zhou Xufang behind him and said, “Thanks.”

The sea breeze carried his voice, making it faint and elusive. Qiao Nanchu asked, “Thanks for what?”

“For the backup.”

Among their childhood friends, each more toxic in speech than the last, they seldom thanked each other so earnestly.

Qiao Nanchu felt this guy had been tamed by his girlfriend, making it quite unfamiliar, “Less cheesy.” He turned to leave but just as he had taken a step, he stopped, turned back, and also said, “Thanks.”

Indeed.

Hearing it did sound cheesy. Jiang Zhi asked him, “What are you thanking for?”

“It’s not you.”

The wind was fierce and bone-chilling. Qiao Nanchu took off his coat and tossed it to Jiang Zhi, “0893, my colleague.” He looked at the young girl behind Jiang Zhi, “Thanks, Zhou Xufang.”

Zhou Xufang poked her head out, still with her eyes closed, “No need for thanks, I was just doing what I should.”

What she should?

How many people in the world would risk their lives to do what they should? It’s easy to lend a hand, but to give one’s life for a righteous cause, who would do that?

Qiao Nanchu didn’t say more, it was too cold, he went to the car to warm up. Behind him, the insensible Jiang Zhi was still complaining about him, “Smoke less, your clothes reek of cigarette smoke.”

After his grumbling, he draped the coat over Zhou Xufang.

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Zhou Xufang wasn’t actually cold. She asked Jiang Zhi, “Aren’t you cold?”

Jiang Zhi, pale as paper, replied, “Not cold.”

If he wasn’t cold, why was his voice trembling?

She hugged Jiang Zhi, “Let’s get to the car quickly.”

The dock was closer to Zhou Xufang’s place. She was worried Jiang Zhi would catch a cold, so they went directly to hers. As both of them were soaked from the sea and in poor condition, Captain Cheng from the Criminal Investigation Team sent a police officer to drive them.

The two sat in the back wrapped in a blanket.

Zhou Xufang suddenly asked, “Jiang Zhi, why are you afraid of water?”

Jiang Zhi said, “A sequela of nearly drowning.”

He didn’t elaborate on how he had almost drowned.

Zhou Xufang felt melancholic, “Then I can’t take you to Moon Bay anymore.” It was a regret that she wouldn’t be able to dive with Jiang Zhi at Moon Bay.

It was the first time Jiang Zhi heard her mention this place, “Where’s Moon Bay? What do you do there?”

“It’s a small island abroad.” Zhou Xufang, not wanting to distract the police officer driving in front, lowered her voice and moved close to Jiang Zhi to whisper, “I used to want to buy it as a place to live.”

The car’s heater was blasting high. Having been dipped in water, and with the transition from cold to hot, it turned the moisture in Jiang Zhi’s eyes into a layer of fog, veiling the glow in his peach blossom eyes.

Zhou Xufang thought he looked like a delicate flower emerging from water, both tender and bright.

The little flower asked, “You want to live on the island?”

Zhou Xufang nodded, telling her family’s little flower, “Living alone is safe. If people come, I can hide in the water and not let anyone find me.”

She liked living alone.

Jiang Zhi was aware that if she weren’t dating him, she might not live in the city for long and would sooner or later become a ‘worldly master’ deep in the ‘forests’.

Retreating to solitude was fine, but he had one condition, “Going to the island is okay, but take me with you.”

Zhou Xufang seriously considered it, then refused, “I won’t take you.”

“Cough cough cough cough!”

He was already feeling an itch in his throat when her words made him choke, setting his stomach ablaze.

Zhou Xufang, upon hearing his cough, immediately patted his back to ease his breath, thinking to herself that although Jiang Zhi feigned illness, his body was genuinely frail.

His face was already red, and after a couple of coughs, his Adam’s apple had reddened too. Illness tinged his features. He was dissatisfied, “Why not take me?”

Zhou Xufang explained, “Moon Bay is very cold, you’re so delicate, you can’t live there.” Jiang Zhi was a pampered young master, unsuited for harsh environments.

So, what she meant was, “If you buy the island in the future, will you go alone and leave me behind?” Annoyed, his eyes reddened with a thin layer, like the early autumn sun casting its first meter of light onto the clear water, half the color submerged, half reflected.

Zhou Xufang thought the little pampered flower looked even more beautiful soaked, and couldn’t help but reach out to touch his face, touching here and there.

She said to the little pampered flower, “My money isn’t enough to buy an island, I have to support you.” She was honest, not concealing her thoughts, “I’ll buy it when I’ve saved enough.”

The first half of her words were sweet, and Jiang Zhi felt a bit pacified.

But then Zhou Xufang went on, “Shuangjiang told me to buy it first, and if you make me angry in the future, I’ll go to the island, and won’t live with you.”

“…”

Jiang Zhi unhesitatingly pushed away her wandering hands, tossed his head, and his expression conveyed a message—go live alone on your island, don’t touch me!

Oh, and another message—Hurry up! Pacify me!

Then, Zhou Xufang spent the entire trip pacifying him, and the police officer driving the car struggled to hold back his laughter. He had never expected that Mr. Jiang, who always radiated an air of nobility even in his hair, could be so tender in front of his girlfriend.

When they arrived at Yuquan Bay, it was just past half past eight.

Zhou Xufang let Jiang Zhi take a shower first; she had plenty of his clothes here, some bought by her, and some brought by Jiang Zhi himself.

When she came out after freshening up, Jiang Zhi had taken over her nest, occupying her bed, with one hand holding her cup and the other using her tablet.

Zhou Xufang tiptoed to the bed in her slippers, climbed up, and asked, “What are you looking at?”

Jiang Zhi handed her the tablet, “Watches.”

Oh.

She leaned in to take a closer look too.

Jiang Zhi put down the cup and pulled her into the covers. He was wearing the same pajamas as hers, pink, with a large bunny printed on the back.

“Xu Fang,” he said with one arm around her and the other holding the tablet, “buy me a watch.”

This was the first time he had actively asked her for something.

Zhou Xufang felt great and immediately agreed, “Sure, which one do you like?”

“This one.”

Jiang Zhi picked out the most expensive one.

Zhou Xufang happily saved the link to the diamond watch, her actions exhibiting the grandeur of someone who could drop a fortune without a second thought.

Jiang Zhi smiled.

At his smile, Zhou Xufang felt lightheaded.

“Xu Fang.”

He entwined her like a little demon.

Zhou Xufang, feverishly distracted, simply muttered, “Hmm?”

The little demon smiled, seductive charm brimming from his peach blossom eyes, lips causing mischief at her neck, enticing in a gentle manner, “Can you buy me a car too?”

My lord, may I take a bite?

Just like a little fox spirit that comes down the mountain to seduce scholars. In the end, the scholars in the plays are always drained dry by the little demons.

Zhou Shusheng: “I’ll buy.”

Buy, buy, buy! Buy it all!

He wants stars? I’ll buy him stars!

I’m willing even if it drains me dry!

Jiang Zhi was pleased, revealing a little smirk with his small tiger teeth.

Hmph, buy an island? She’ll never be able to afford it in this lifetime.

The little demon was up to mischief again, “Is this building all yours?”

The scholar said, “It’s all mine.”

I’m full of yang energy, come suck it up! Quick, come!

She boasted proudly, “I also have a villa.” Her two fingers traced a large circle in the air, Zhou Xufang laughed like a scholar whose senses had been ensnared by a fox spirit, “I have lots of money.”

Just in case she sells this building to buy the island…

Jiang Zhi pressed her down to lie back, himself sprawling on top of her: “Isn’t the property title in your name?” He had checked up on her; she didn’t own any real estate, completely impoverished.

Zhou Xufang blinked rapidly, her face flushed, her eyes darting around, occasionally glancing at Jiang Zhi’s neck, “I was afraid of investigations, so Shuangjiang arranged it under someone else’s name for me.”

He suddenly leaned in close, his pajama neckline slipping, “Zhou Xufang, do you love me?”

Ah, the collarbones.

How lovely.

Zhou Xufang immediately closed her eyes guiltily, nodded her head furiously, her cheeks turned as red as a cooked lobster.

The little demon tempted her again, “The property title doesn’t have my name, yet you say you love me.”

Zhou Shusheng opened her eyes, glanced for a second, shyly turned away her head, revealing her feverishly hot ears, and then she declared firmly, “I’ll transfer it to your name tomorrow!”

Transfer everything!

In the end, the scholar was truly devoured by the fox spirit.

Jiang Zhi nodded in satisfaction: Now you don’t have the money to buy an island, do you?