The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie

Chapter 167: 167: Qiao Nanchu Gets Jealous (Second Update)

Fang Lixiang logged out of her gaming account, went to the balcony, opened the window, and gazed up at the stars at a 45-degree angle, sighing, “Ah!”

She was so melancholic, so sleepless, that after brooding for a while, she picked up her phone, logged out of her secondary WeChat account, and logged onto her main one. These days, who doesn’t have a few alternate accounts?

Ullala Li Xiang: “Xu Fang.”

She had saved Zhou Xufang’s contact as Fairy Fang, and Fairy Fang replied to her within a few seconds.

Fairy Fang: “Hmm.”

Fang Lixiang thought it over and over but still couldn’t hide that little bit of curiosity.

Ullala Li Xiang: “What do you think about online romance?”

Fairy Fang replied quickly: “It’s not good.”

Ullala Li Xiang: “Why not?”

She’d been feeling rather strange lately, actually finding that noob adorable—she just couldn’t tell if it was his dying poses that were cute, or his screams as he died? Oh, what a twisted sense of aesthetics she had!

It must be the excessive work pressure, her boss being so demanding, that she got addicted to gaming, to being repeatedly and creatively killed by that noob. If she didn’t get tricked by him a few times a day, she felt like something was missing from her life.

This was a disease, Stockholm syndrome!

Zhou Xufang, having read novels, had gotten ahead with the trends, even understanding online romance.

Fairy Fang: “I joined a big readers’ group and met a book friend there who also had an online romance. She eventually decided to meet up with him and discovered that the guy from the internet wasn’t a young man at all, but a foot-scratching hulk.”

Fang Lixiang: “…”

That noob couldn’t possibly be a foot-scratching hulk, right? His voice does sound quite like her boss’s.

Fairy Fang: “Moreover, that book friend also told me that this foot-scratching hulk was married and wanted her to be his mistress.”

Fang Lixiang: “…”

Wow, the world is so complicated.

Fairy Fang: “Lixiang, have you fallen for an online guy?”

Fallen for him?

Forget about dating; she hadn’t even landed a kissing scene yet.

Ullala Li Xiang: “I don’t know.”

Ullala Li Xiang: “Last week, while we were gaming, he took a bullet for me. I’ve been playing chicken for so many years, and he’s the first one to block a bullet for me.”

At that moment, she and an enemy raised their guns at the same time. Honestly, if he hadn’t blocked it, with her quick hands, she could have shot that scoundrel on the other side. But that noob, surprisingly stupid, just stepped in front of her. He blocked the bullet indeed but also saved that scoundrel. Normally, she would have cussed out the noob relentlessly, but she didn’t. Not only that, she actually found the noob cute… Anyway, since then, she felt weird, like, for example, if she teamed up with someone else instead of him, she felt like she was having an affair, guilt-ridden as hell. To give another example, when they teamed up and if he died first, she would feel like a widow!

Fairy Fang: “Then you should first ask him if he’s single.”

Ullala Li Xiang: “Better not, it’s too weird.”

Now, back to the auction.

All sixteen auction items had been sold, and it was time for the dinner banquet. At this kind of soirée, the banquet wasn’t for eating, it was for networking.

Qiao Nanchu was utterly bored and about to leave when Xue Baoyi’s call came through: “Table fourteen, hurry over.”

“It’s too noisy inside.”

He wasn’t interested and continued to leave.

But Xue Baoyi baited him with news like watching a drama unfold: “That girl from Da Mai Mountain, your child bride, is also here.”

He had barely finished speaking when the call was cut off.

Panicked, aren’t you?

Xue Bao Yi poured herself a glass of red wine, waiting to see the show unfold.

At the adjacent table number fourteen, Qiao Nanchu’s stepmother Wen Ya came over with her daughter, who sat reservedly, shy and introverted.

The wealthy wives at the same table, seeing a new face, couldn’t help but take a few more glances, “This is my first time seeing Mrs. Qiao’s daughter; she’s really beautiful.” The wealthy wife teased with a smile, “Mrs. Qiao, with such a beautiful daughter, why have you been hiding her?”

Wen Ya, who was still young, wore a light green dress that made her even more charming. Having been nurtured by the Qiao Family over the years, she had developed an air of nobility.

Her features delicate and graceful, she spoke softly as she added food to Wen Bai Yang’s dish, explaining, “She can’t speak and usually doesn’t like going out much.”

The wealthy wife was surprised, “Can’t speak?”

Wen Ya’s face showed a hint of embarrassment as she nodded.

Realizing her own faux pas, the wealthy wife quickly apologized, “I’m sorry, I was presumptuous.” Usually, one would only hear of Qiao City securing a young and beautiful wife; nobody knew that this wife came with an extra burden.

Wen Ya showed no sign of displeasure on her face, “No problem.”

“Can she hear?” a man suddenly asked from across.

The man, in his forties, somewhat overweight, with an average look and small, round eyes behind silver-framed glasses that resembled mung beans, hadn’t taken his gaze off her since Wen Bai Yang sat down.

This was Miao HuaRen, the second master of the Miao Family, a widower for many years, and a few years older than Wen Ya.

The Miao Family dealt in the seafood business and were considered wealthy and respectable in Imperial City. Wen Ya, having married into the Qiao Family for several years, had become more adept at social maneuvering and smiled, “She can read lips.”

So, she can’t hear.

“What a pity.” Miao HuaRen didn’t take his eyes off the still youthful face opposite him, thinking that if she grew up a bit more, she would definitely be even more beautiful than her mother, especially with those innocent and clear eyes that were irresistibly appealing, “What’s your name?”

Wen Bai Yang looked down, unresponsive. She felt extremely uncomfortable, clutching a handbag until her palm sweated.

Seeing her ignore the man, Wen Ya scolded lightly, “Bai Yang, Mr. Miao is speaking to you.” Then she raised her head and apologized with a smile, “Sorry, my daughter is quite shy.”

Miao HuaRen said, ‘never mind,’ his gaze moving from her face to her slender and smooth collarbone, his eyes growing increasingly fervent, “Miss Bai Yang, may I invite you for a dance?”

No sooner had he asked than a slow and measured voice came from behind, “No, you may not.”

Everyone at the table turned to look.

It was the fourth young master of the Qiao Family.

He was dressed in a suit, with his tie hanging loosely and the top button undone, his casual appearance lacking the prim and proper demeanor of a rich heir, though his facial features resembled his father’s, including a naturally roguish charm.

He walked over leisurely, took off his suit jacket, and draped it over the young girl’s shoulders, his lazy eyes looking at the opposite side, “Uncle Miao, you are an elder; she’s too young to dance with you. It wouldn’t be proper.”

Miao HuaRen’s plump face turned a shade of blue.

He was implicitly being called old!

Qiao Nanchu couldn’t be bothered with pleasantries and pulled her over to his side, his hand resting naturally on her shoulder, “She has classes tomorrow; I’ll take her home now.”

Having said that, he led her away.

The atmosphere turned a bit unpleasant, especially for Miao HuaRen, who felt his dignity was compromised and his face showed it.

Trying to smooth things over, one of the wealthy wives commented unwittingly, “Nanchu is quite protective of his sister, isn’t he?”

Wen Ya didn’t respond, just smiled awkwardly.

Once they were out of the villa, Qiao Nanchu let go of her hand, his expression cooling, “That old guy’s eyes were glued to you; didn’t you notice?”

His tone was a bit harsher, revealing the anger inside him.

She was still naive, wearing nothing but his suit jacket over her dress, which was a short strapless sundress, her slender legs bare.

Qiao Nanchu glanced at them and got even more frustrated, “Who made you wear this dress?”