The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie-Chapter 69 - : 069: Xu Fang is intrigued

Chapter 69: 069: Xu Fang is intrigued

“Bow 90 degrees again and apologize to her sincerely.”

Damn you, Jiang Zhi!

Luo Yinghe’s palms were clenched so tight they almost bled. Step by step, very slowly, she approached Zhou Xufang, bent down, and bit her lip, “I’m sorry, it was my fault.”

Zhou Xufang was totally confused the entire time, not knowing what to say, and turned her head to look at Jiang Zhi.

This was the first time someone had stood up for her.

She didn’t know what to do.

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Jiang Zhi curled the corners of his mouth, grabbed her hat, and hid her behind him, his gaze sweeping over the crowd, “Taking photos is fine, but if you dare to leak them to the media,”

He didn’t finish the threat—everyone could weigh the consequences themselves.

In the end, he waved his hand, gasping for air. The previous aura was gone, replaced by a listless air, “Alright, disperse now.”

Luo Yinghe was helped away by two assistants, and the crowd wiped their cold sweat and scattered like birds and beasts.

“Xu Fang,” Jiang Zhi turned back, “Come with me.”

“Oh.”

Zhou Xufang obediently followed him.

Fang Lixiang was left behind, contemplating life.

“I feel,” Fang Lixiang stroked her chin, “Director Jiang seems to have taken a fancy to our Fang.”

Otherwise, he wouldn’t be so protective of her.

Next to her, Vice Director Zhao chimed in, “Impossible, Director Jiang is gay.”

Fang Lixiang immediately retorted righteously, “Even gay people need to continue their family line, right?” She was really worried that Zhou Xufang would be tricked by a gay man to ensure the continuation of the Jiang family line.

Zhou Xufang was led by Jiang Zhi to the resting room to ensure the continuation of the line… Ugh, to be questioned alone.

Jiang Zhi closed the door and fetched a can of milk for Zhou Xufang, asking her, “Did you suffer any loss?”

“No,” she said, “Thank you.”

She knew Jiang Zhi had just been trying to stand up for her, which was why he was so tough on Luo Yinghe.

Jiang Zhi really was a great guy.

He opened the can of milk before handing it to her, “In the future, if you encounter a similar situation, don’t just bear it. If you can win, fight; if you can’t, come find me.”

Zhou Xufang took a sip of milk, “If I break something, I’ll have to compensate.” She was strong, and once she started, it was hard to stop and would surely end up paying a lot in medical bills.

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But Jiang Zhi said, “Why be afraid, the crew will reimburse you.” Go ahead and fight!

Even if she was a professional errand runner and injured someone badly, he could take care of it for her.

Zhou Xufang was moved, her usually cold gaze turned warm.

She nodded vigorously, “Okay.”

Jiang Zhi was really nice!

Not realizing he had been handed a kindness card, Jiang Zhi was soothed by her obedience and brought a box of cotton candy from the cupboard, placing it on the coffee table, “Take this home to eat.”

In Zhou Xufang’s memory, no one had ever been this nice to her.

She felt warmth in her eyes, an odd feeling, and she rubbed them with her hand. Suddenly, she felt an intense desire to be good to Jiang Zhi, to really take care of him, but Jiang Zhi came from a wealthy background, he had everything, and she didn’t know what she could offer him.

After some thought, she asked, “Have you finished the eggs I gave you?”

“Not yet.”

He hadn’t eaten any of them; they were all stored in the wine cellar of his villa, waiting for a while before he would donate the egg whites and keep the shells.

Zhou Xufang said, “Then let me know when you’ve finished them, and I’ll buy more for you.”

If only Jiang Zhi were a bit poorer, then she could buy him a house, a car, a diamond watch.

But Jiang Zhi was easy to please, a few eggs were enough to make his cheeks blush with joy, and he nodded hastily in agreement.

Then Zhou Xufang stopped talking, planning the amount of eggs to bring next time.

After sitting a while, she finished a can of milk, “Then I’ll be going.”

She bent over to pick up the box of cotton candy.

Jiang Zhi suddenly covered his mouth and coughed, “Cough cough cough cough…”

Zhou Xufang paused, then sat back down, “Do you always cough so severely in the winter?”

He slumped on the sofa, looking wilted and weak, “Mhm.”

“Can’t it be cured?” she asked, Fang Lixiang had told her that the Jiang family was in the pharmaceutical business.

He lay there with a misty fog in his eyes from the coughing, his skin pale, lips red, and his eyes brimming with a fragile charm laced with a hint of seductiveness.

He said, “Can’t be cured at the moment.”

Zhou Xufang grew anxious, “Then what should we do?”

What should they do indeed?

Jiang Zhi weakly convinced her, “Just pat me on the back, that will make it better.”

Pat on the back?

She was afraid she would pat him to his last breath.

She hesitated.

“Cough cough cough cough…” Jiang Zhi coughed more violently, looking at her with watery eyes, appearing utterly helpless.

Zhou Xufang’s heart immediately turned soft, and she set the box of cotton candy down, moved closer, stiffly placed her hand on Jiang Zhi’s chest, and then didn’t move for several seconds. Then she lifted her hand and gently lowered it, patting him slowly and softly…

She almost held her breath, fearing that she might use too much force and hurt him.

Her actions and expression were so earnest they bordered on reverence.

Jiang Zhi looked up and could see her face, so close, her presence enveloping him, invading without restraint.

“Your face is so red,” Zhou Xufang stared at his face, leaning in closer, “Do you have a fever?”

He gasped for breath, his hand sweaty, his fingers involuntarily curling up, “You—you feel it.”

Zhou Xufang had strong defenses.

But for some reason, Jiang Zhi had become the exception.

She had no guard up against him, the coldness and desolation in her eyes gone, leaving only Jiang Zhi’s reflection. As if compelled, she laid her hand on Jiang Zhi’s forehead.

She didn’t immediately remove her hand, noting, “It’s very hot.”

Could he be running a fever? Should she call a doctor? As she was thinking, Jiang Zhi suddenly looked up.

Before she could withdraw her hand, his lips were pressed to her palm.

Boom!

A firework exploded in her head. Dazed for three seconds, she abruptly retreated but tripped over the leg of the sofa and staggered, landing on the floor with a thump.