The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie-Chapter 196 - 196 Textile promoting dog food Qiao Wen makes

Chapter 196: 196: Textile promoting dog food, Qiao Wen makes progress Chapter 196: 196: Textile promoting dog food, Qiao Wen makes progress On the way back, Xue Baoyi’s call came through.

He asked Jiang Zhi, “We’re all at Fusheng Inn, are you coming?”

“I’ll ask Zhou Xufang.”

You have to ask your girlfriend?

Xue Baoyi despised!

While driving, Jiang Zhi asked Zhou Xufang, “Baoyi is throwing a welcome party for Bingxue, are you going?”

Zhou Xufang glanced at the time, 8:20, and replied, “If you’re going, I’ll go too.” If it were any later, she wouldn’t go, since Jiang Zhi was not strong physically and couldn’t stay up late.

“We’ll be there in forty minutes,” he said, and then hung up the phone.

Zhou Xufang leaned against the car window, looking outside, “Isn’t this place really close to Fusheng Inn?”

Jiang Zhi said, “Let’s go home and change clothes first.”

Right.

Meeting Jiang Zhi’s friends, she couldn’t dress like Black Impermanence; she had to wear pretty pink.

At the other end, Xue Baoyi placed his phone on the mahjong table, “Brother Zhi will take a while to come over.” He sat like a boss, threw a tile out, “Three bamboos.”

His next player picked up a tile, pushed the mahjong tiles in front of him, and declared, “I win.”

Xue Baoyi grabbed his hair.

Damn, to keep losing three games in a row, could his luck get any worse?

The next player was Jiang Wei’er, “Pure suit, triple score.” She smiled, revealing a dimple, and extended her hand, “Pay up, pay up.”

She was a bit tanned, with very short hair, no longer than her ears, wearing two earrings on her left ear, and one on the right, dressed in a black punk-style top, with pencil pants and boots, looking sharp and handsome.

This was how Jiang Wei’er used to look, the only difference being that her smile now was missing some of the reckless pride and flamboyance of her unawakened youth.

“Pay up,” she urged Xue Baoyi.

Xue Baoyi opened the small box on the mahjong table, finding it empty, not a single note inside: “No cash.” He fished through his pockets, handed over his car keys reluctantly, and said, “Take this!”

His customized SUV!

Jiang Wei’er actually looked down on his vehicle, slapping his hand away, “Who wants your flashy car? Pay up.”

It was even better that she didn’t want it – Xue Baoyi wasn’t willing to part with it anyway. He pocketed the car keys and gave up, “I’m out of cash.”

He always lost when playing cards.

This must be some bad karma!

Jiang Wei’er flashed him a radiant smile, “No money? Well, alright, start stripping.”

Xue Baoyi: “…”

He looked at the other two players.

Qiao Nanchu was fiddling with his tiles, Xue Bingxue staring at the floor, both pretending not to see and showing no intention of lending him money.

These damned bastards!

He had no choice but to beg for mercy, putting on a cheesy smile, “Fifth Aunt, leave me some dignity for future encounters, let me put it on my tab.”

Jiang Wei’er pushed all the tiles into the mahjong machine, pressed the shuffle button, and glanced at Xue Baoyi, “Enough talk.”

The rule had been set before starting the game, cash only, and if you lose all your cash, you start stripping off your belongings, two items a game.

Xue Baoyi took off his watch and jacket, looking at his upper player Xue Bingxue with eyes of betrayal and asked coldly, “Uncle, are you deliberately losing to Wei’er?”

“I’m not,” Xue Bingxue’s skin, despite having been in the sun for over a month, was still as white as a freshly peeled egg. He glanced at Jiang Wei’er, shy but straightforwardly admiring, “Wei’er is really good.”

Xue Baoyi: “…”

The guy’s a total nutcase!

Around thirty minutes later, Jiang Zhi and Zhou Xufang arrived.

Zhou Xufang was wearing a pink sweater, pink coat, pink shoes, and a pink knitted hat, with a bag that was white and pink, only her pants were black. She stopped in front of the private room door and told Jiang Zhi, “You go in first, I need to use the restroom.”

Jiang Zhi didn’t let go, leading her to the restroom, “I’ll wait for you outside.”

Zhou Xufang felt it was like a dad taking his daughter to the bathroom…

Zhou Xufang’s daughter went inside.

Jiang Zhi’s dad waited outside, leaning against the wall with his hands in his pockets, looking down. Each time someone came out of the ladies’ room, he looked up.

His appearance was quite eye-catching, ladies going in and out took notice of him, those who recognized him quickly lowered their heads and walked away quickly, while those who didn’t recognize him blushed and fluttered their hearts secretly.

Of course, there were also those who took the initiative.

“Mr. Jiang.”

It was a young lady from some wealthy family in Imperial City, last name Liu, Jiang Zhi couldn’t remember her first name and didn’t acknowledge her.

The woman’s name was Liu Yun, her family moderately wealthy. She had seen Jiang Zhi several times, which is why she greeted him, but feeling snubbed like that, she wasn’t content to let it go.

As she passed by Jiang Zhi, she stumbled, her entire body falling towards him.

Jiang Zhi instantly dodged.

She staggered fiercely, her shoulder slamming against the wall.

“…”

This person really doesn’t know what’s good for them!

Liu Yun said, “My apologies,” before straightening her skirt and stepping into the women’s restroom in her high heels.

Her companion followed her in, and only when they reached the sink did she ask, “Did you do that on purpose?” There was a teasing tone in her words.

The woman named Zhang Lingqi, too, was a rich heiress.

Having just lost face, and now being called out, Liu Yun was very embarrassed and naturally wouldn’t admit it: “Am I sick? Why would I deliberately fall?”

Zhang Lingqi was touching up her powder in the mirror, saying half-jokingly, half-mockingly: “Going for a hug-and-fall ploy, huh?”

Liu Yun snorted disdainfully: “Him?” She scoffed, “A sickly wretch. Who knows if he’ll even survive until next year—I certainly don’t want to be a widow.”

Zhang Lingqi had finished touching up her makeup and was fussing with her hair: “Anyway, he’s still a young master of the Jiang Family. Even if he doesn’t live long, he’ll still inherit a hefty sum.” She smiled, her eyes lighting up at the thought of the man outside, “And with a face like that, it wouldn’t be too bad to have something going on with him.” The young masters from wealthy families, how many of them could be like him, untainted by vulgar interests, exuding an air of innate nobility?

Having just been humiliated, Liu Yun was upset and unwilling to admit she was intrigued, so she deliberately spoke ill of him: “It’s just good luck, born into it. That temper of his ancestors—whoever wants to put up with that, can go ahead.” She flipped her hair and took out her lipstick, “I think it’s not only his body that’s sick, his mind must be too.”

This talk was getting more and more excessive!

Zhou Xufang was about to kick the door open and teach them a lesson when the stall next to him suddenly made a loud bang.

Jiang Wei’er had kicked open the door, her eyes blazing with anger, though her lips wore a smile: “Who’s got the sickness now?”

The two women by the sink jumped in shock, their expressions far from pleasant.

Jiang Wei’er walked over, her short hair and long neck complementing her tall stature; she commanded the space with a presence that was hard to ignore: “You were talking so happily just now, why so quiet all of a sudden?”

The two most famous people in the Jiang Family were Jiang Zhi and Jiang Wei’er—the former for his appearance, the latter for her temperament.

In social circles, everyone called Jiang Wei’er “Little Witch.” Over the years, no one knew why, but she had become less active, yet her notoriety remained intact.

Zhang Lingqi, of course, recognized the Little Witch and immediately apologized: “I’m sorry, Miss Jiang, we misspoke.”

At least she knew what was good for her.

Jiang Wei’er turned to the other one: “What about you?”

Liu Yun, spoiled as the only daughter in her family, did not realize how highly she ought to regard the Jiang Family of the Imperial City: ignorant of their reach, she responded flippantly, “I didn’t make it up; that’s what everyone says.”

This one was really clueless.

Needed teaching.

Jiang Wei’er crossed her arms and approached; even in flats, she was a bit taller than Liu Yun, who wore high heels, and her aura was fully unleashed: “Why don’t you ask others and see if they dare let me hear them say it?” She stepped closer, “Who are you to judge anyone from my Jiang family?”

Liu Yun huffed.

Zhang Lingqi stepped forward to pull her back, gesturing for her to back down, but Liu Yun shook off her hand: “What did I say wrong? He’s just a sickly—”

She couldn’t finish her sentence.

She cried out as her hair was grabbed.

Jiang Wei’er shoved her head into the sink, grasping her struggling hand and twisting it behind her: “Say it again.”

Liu Yun screamed in pain, cursing breathlessly: “Sickly—”

Jiang Wei’er cranked the faucet to full blast.

With a whoosh, the water poured down.

The bone-chilling cold water soaked Liu Yun’s head, and she was completely stunned.

Passersby came and went, none daring to approach.

The Jiang Family’s Fifth Miss was disciplining someone, and no one dared interrupt.

Once the basin was half full, Jiang Wei’er slapped the back of Liu Yun’s sopping wet head: “Still need to curse?”

“No… cough cough cough…”

She tried to speak but cold water gushed into her throat; Liu Yun couldn’t open her mouth and shook her head frantically.

Only then did Jiang Wei’er let go.

“Cough cough cough… cough cough cough…”

She leaned on the sink, gasping for air with wide-open mouth, her face and body dripping, her makeup run, looking utterly disheveled.

Jiang Wei’er had only a few water splashes on her, which she flicked away with her hand, then pulled out a couple of tissues to dry her hands: “If I ever hear it again,” she crumpled the tissue into a ball, tossed it effortlessly into the trash can with a perfect arc of her arm, and raised an eyebrow lightly, “I’ll kill you.”

Having said this, she dusted off her hands and left.

Outside the women’s restroom, just a bit further on, Jiang Zhi was leaning against a window, bored to death, staring at a potted plant.

“What are you doing standing there?”

He replied, “Waiting for Zhou Xu.”

Jiang Wei’er gave him a sidelong glance: “Pathetic!”

Having dropped her remark, she walked ahead.

Shortly after, Zhou Xu exited, rushing up to Jiang Zhi: “Jiang Zhi, Jiang Zhi.” She looked around with a curiosity as if she had stumbled upon something shocking, and with excitement said, “Your Fifth Aunt is so fierce!”

Jiang Zhi, standing far enough away to be oblivious to the commotion in the restroom, asked, “What happened?”

“Just now, some nasty woman was bad-mouthing you, and your Fifth Aunt put her in her place.” She was a bit angry but also excited, as she told Jiang Zhi, “The way she pinned her down was so cool.”

Jiang Zhi probably knew what was happening inside. “She practices Taekwondo and spent a few years on the national team.”

The national team, huh.

Impressively badass!

Zhou Xufang was quite surprised. “I thought she was a little lady.”

Jiang Zhi corrected, “She’s a Little Witch.”

Jiang Wei’er had always been like this; it was only because of Xiao Linsu that she had retracted her claws for a few years.

Inside the private room, the mahjong machine was still spinning.

Xue Baoyi had lost miserably, with few clothes left on him. He removed his tie and tossed it onto the chair next to him, “You three are ganging up on me, only winning off my tiles. I’m not playing anymore!”

Just then, Jiang Zhi walked in with Zhou Xufang.

Xue Baoyi turned his head and sought help. “Brother Zhi, come here, help me deal with them!”

Jiang Zhi didn’t bother with him and asked Zhou Xufang, “Wanna play?”

“I don’t know how.”

“I’ll teach you.” Jiang Zhi led her over and asked Xue Baoyi to get up.

Zhou Xufang hesitated for a moment, glanced at the mahjong table, and quietly asked Jiang Zhi, “What if I lose?”

“If you lose, I’ll cover it for you.”

She blinked, feeling that this logic didn’t quite make sense, and looked at Jiang Zhi in confusion. “Isn’t yours mine already?”

Jiang Zhi smiled. “It is.”

These two!

Qiao Nanchu knocked on the mahjong tiles. “Alright, I’m not here to listen to you two being lovey-dovey. Hurry up and start.”

Zhou Xufang felt awkward, quickly sat down properly.

Jiang Zhi pulled over a chair for her, wiped it twice with a tissue, and then sat down. He only taught the rules and didn’t make decisions for her.

In the first four rounds, Qiao Nanchu won by self-drawn once, Zhou Xufang caused others to win three times, once by Xue Bingxue, twice by Jiang Wei’er.

Jiang Zhi had to fork out a total of thirteen bills.

On the sixth round, Zhou Xufang caused another win.

Her head drooped, quite discouraged. “Lost again.” She had lost a lot of tubs of ice cream…

Jiang Zhi patted her head. “No worries, we’ll win it back later.” He took out all the cash from his wallet and gave it to her. “Got the rules down now?”

Zhou Xufang. “Got it.”

She picked things up quickly, and after losing a few times, she started to get the hang of it.

In the following several rounds, she occasionally caused another win.

On the tenth hand, Zhou Xufang drew a 1-ting and uncertainly tugged on Jiang Zhi’s clothes. “Jiang Zhi, is this a win?”

“Yeah.”

She pushed her tiles over, grinning like a little money-grubber. “Pay up, pay up.”

After this round, she no longer caused anyone to win. If it wasn’t her own win, it was someone else’s self-drawn win, or someone else causing the win. The money she had put out mostly came back to her.

In the round being played, she had drawn something big, warranting a three times multiplier.

After she pushed her tiles down, Jiang Wei’er took a look. “Daughter-in-law, why didn’t you play the three dots?”

Zhou Xufang had a pair waiting for a single tile; playing the three dots would’ve resulted in Jiang Wei’er winning, so she didn’t play it, opting to keep it and self-drawn.

“I was afraid you would win.”

Jiang Wei’er pushed his tiles down. “I really would have won with the three dots.” It was curious, “How did you know?”

“I guessed.” Zhou Xufang happily collected the money while honestly explaining, “You mentioned you were waiting to win earlier, and after that, you were throwing away all your tiles instantly, only switching once when you discarded a 2-dot, and before you said you were waiting, you had also dropped a 1-dot, 7-dot, and 8-dot. You probably had a 2 and a 4 on hand, drew a 5, traded the 2, and then you could win with a 3 or 6.”

She had guessed everything correctly.

Jiang Wei’er found it unfathomable. “You remember all the tiles I played?”

Zhou Xufang. “Mhm.”

The one who could remember the cards, besides Zhou Xufang, was Jiang Zhi.

Therefore, Jiang Zhi rarely lost at mahjong.

The one who mostly lost was Xue Baoyi.

Jiang Wei’er turned to him. “Baoyi, do you know why you lose every time you play?”

Xue Baoyi. “?”

Jiang Wei’er tapped his head. “You’re not sharp enough up here.”

Xue Baoyi. “…”

Damn, it’s his fault for not being smart?

A new game began, and Zhou Xufang was the dealer.

Jiang Zhi asked her, “I’ll get you a drink, what would you like?”

Zhou Xufang was busy picking up tiles and didn’t look up as she said, “I want the same as Mr. Xiao Xue.”

Calling Xue Bingxue and Xue Baoyi by their full names felt too intimate, and using ‘Mr. Second’ and ‘Mr. Third’ was too distant and not quite right. Thus, Xue Bingxue was Mr. Xue, and Xue Baoyi was Mr. Xiao Xue.

This was how Zhou Xufang differentiated between them.

Jiang Zhi glanced at the drink in Mr. Xiao Xue’s hand and then bent down to whisper into Zhou Xufang’s ear, “That’s a cold drink, and you can’t have that during your period.”

Worried about being overheard, Zhou Xufang glanced around and said, “…Oh.”

“Would milk be okay?”

“Yes.”

Jiang Zhi got up to get Zhou Xufang some hot milk.

Xue Baoyi leaned in, mischief on his lips, “Brother Zhi, your wife seems dumb but is actually quite clever.”

Jiang Zhi gave him a cold look, “Who are you calling dumb?”

Xue Baoyi was taken aback.

Jiang Zhi, “Is your IQ even above a hundred to call my girlfriend dumb?”

Jiang Zhi, “You’re the dumb one.”

Jiang Zhi, “You’re the dumbest here.”

Jiang Zhi, “Idiot.”

Xue Baoyi, “…”

Next to a girlfriend, brotherly love meant nothing at all.

Plus, Zhou Xufang’s former habit of lurking in corners did seem very silly…

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When Jiang Zhi returned with a cup of hot milk, he heard upon pushing the door open, “I’ve won.”

Zhou Xufang had won again.

Jiang Zhi handed her the milk and ruffled her messy hair, as she had taken off her hat, “How are you so good at this?” He shot a sidelong glance at Xue Baoyi, with his peach blossom eyes conveying one message—Idiot, look how smart my girlfriend is!

Xue Baoyi was hit by ten thousand points of damage.

Zhou Xufang, because she had won money, was grinning ear to ear.

At the start of the next game, Qiao Nanchu’s phone chimed with a text. After reading it, he set down his tiles, “I need to leave first.”

Jiang Zhi asked, “Do you have a case?”

He replied, “A personal matter.”

Xue Baoyi drew out his words in a teasing tone, eyes full of mischief, “Whose matter is it?”

Who else could it be, but his betrothed.

Qiao Nanchu cursed with a smile, “Always the nosy one.” He grabbed his coat and stood up, “I’m off.”

After he left the table, they were one player short.

Zhou Xufang hadn’t had enough, “Aren’t we playing anymore?”

Jiang Zhi kicked Xue Baoyi’s chair, “Your turn.”

He didn’t move, just shrugged, “I’m out of money.”

Jiang Zhi took out a wad of bills from the small box in front of Zhou Xufang, “I’ll lend you some.”

Taking the money, Xue Baoyi joined the game.

Ah, how nice.

She could play Mahjong again.

Today, Zhou Xufang had realized for the first time just how fun playing Mahjong could be, even more so than QQ Dazzling Dance.

Tingyu Building, the best room under heaven.

After a trip to the restroom, Miao HuaRen came back to find the girl still in the same position as when he left, with her backpack still on her back, sitting stiff and proper.

He walked over and pulled out the chair next to the young lady to sit, “Why haven’t you ordered anything?”

His bulky body was too close, his arm already touching her.

Wen Baiyang shifted slightly to the side. She hadn’t taken off her cotton jacket and was feeling very warm, her face flushed. She took out pen and paper from her bag and wrote, “Sorry, I have to go.”

Miao HuaRen adjusted his glasses, his mung bean eyes locking onto the young girl, “Do you have an emergency?”

She didn’t respond.

Miao HuaRen took out a piece of paper and wiped his hands, “Didn’t Mrs. Qiao tell you?”

She nodded.

Ms. Wen said it was about her residence registration, that’s why she called her out.

Miao HuaRen folded his napkin neatly over his lap, “Since you’re already here, why not have a meal before leaving?”

“Sorry,” she said in sign language, and stood up to leave.

Miao HuaRen swiftly grabbed her wrist, “What’s so degrading about having a meal with me?”