The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie

Chapter 174: 174: If you insult my boyfriend, I’ll smash your head oh (one more update

Zhou Xufang crouched on the ground, dazedly turned back, and then grinned a big smile: “Jiang Zhi.”

“Jiang Zhi, Jiang Zhi!”

She waved at him vigorously, her shoulders shaking as she laughed like a happy fool. After a while, she pushed herself up by her knees and staggered toward Jiang Zhi.

Jiang Zhi opened his arms to catch her and enveloped her in a hug.

She was tipsy, unsteady on her feet, and slumped softly in his embrace. Looking up with a grin, her eyes narrowed into crescent moons as she asked happily, “Jiang Zhi, are you going to carry me home?” Her blurry eyes somehow reflected his figure clearly.

Jiang Zhi supported her waist: “Hmm.”

Then she decided to go with Jiang Zhi, turned her head, and waved to Fang Lixiang: “Lixiang, I’m going home now, goodbye.”

Fang Lixiang was still sitting on the stone stool, her face well-covered. She stood up, waved her hand, and greeted Jiang Zhi as well: “Then I’m leaving too.”

Jiang Zhi said, “Thank you.”

Cordial and polite.

Actually, Jiang Zhi wasn’t an easy person to get along with. On the contrary, being born into a prominent family exposed him to a lot of falsehood and flattery, which made him distant. As an aristocrat’s son, he was somewhat spoiled. Apart from Xue Baoyi and a few others, he only had the patience for Zhou Xufang and Zhou Xufang’s friends.

The big director was formally expressing his gratitude in person, and Fang Lixiang was somewhat unaccustomed to it: “Director Jiang is too polite.”

With a wave of her hand, she left.

Behind them, Zhou Xufang, in a coquettish manner, kept calling out ‘Jiang Zhi, Jiang Zhi’—each word brimming with joy.

This girl really liked Jiang Zhi a lot.

Fang Lixiang couldn’t help herself, and under the street lamp, she turned back and smiled, “It’s good she met you. Before she met you, I had never seen her smile.”

Jiang Zhi didn’t say anything, but the corners of his lips were raised.

Fang Lixiang adjusted her baseball cap and left first. Tonight, the night was beautiful, and the person Zhou Xufang deeply liked was equally happy.

The wind was just right, the lights were just right, and the bustling city was filled with lively humanity.

Jiang Zhi helped Zhou Xufang to crouch down, and then moved in front of her: “Xu Fang, climb onto my back.”

Zhou Xufang grabbed his clothes, clambered up, and then wrapped her arms around his neck, her legs on either side, rocking. She pressed her face against his shoulder and said, “I’m all settled.”

Jiang Zhi then carried her on his back.

Zhou Xufang lay still, not fidgeting. As they passed a traffic booth, she pointed it out to Jiang Zhi: “I wanted to buy that traffic policeman’s uniform for you to wear, but he wouldn’t sell it to me.”

Next to the booth, the young traffic policeman felt a bit embarrassed, discreetly glanced at Jiang Zhi. It was a bit dark, and even with the help of the streetlight, visibility wasn’t great. Nevertheless, his clothes and demeanor were top-notch. Despite sporting a somewhat non-serious dyed hairstyle, it was unclear whether he was a respectable person. Just as he was about to take another look, their eyes accidentally met.

He caught just a glimpse of the profile, but could tell the features were handsome.

The young traffic policeman’s heart skipped, and he quickly looked away.

Jiang Zhi finished looking at the uniform, then said to Zhou Xufang: “I can’t wear that uniform.”

She tilted her head, puzzled: “Why not?”

Jiang Zhi patiently explained: “That uniform can only be worn by traffic police.”

“Oh.” She placed her hand on his head and patted it three times, “Don’t be sad, I’ll buy you some other nice clothes.”

The street was not very crowded, with rows of camphor trees planted along the side, and streetlights interspersed in between. The light filtered through the gaps in the trees, casting a dappled world around them.

The wind blew, the trees swayed, and under the light, their shadows stretched out long.

“Xu Fang.”

“Hmm.”

Jiang Zhi walked very slowly. The streetlights receded behind them, their shadows leading the way, the girl on his back nodding and shaking her head. He looked at her shadow on the ground: “You sang for others, but not for me.”

Zhou Xufang immediately responded: “Then I’ll sing for you.”

She happily boasted to him: “I can sing the songs from your movies.” She was proud as she pretended to take credit, releasing her hands from around his neck, making a big circle with her arms, “All of them, every single one.”

Jiang Zhi chuckled softly.

She began to sing: “Wind’s coming, rain’s coming, the monk’s coming with a drum, where to hide? Hide in the temple, hidden away is a young boy…”

She switched from one song to another, all from his movies, and eventually, she fell asleep while singing.

Jiang Zhi called a ride-sharing service and headed to his place.

Zhou Xufang slept the whole way, the car entered Qingshan Mansion and parked on the side. She turned over but did not wake up.

“Xu Fang.”

She nestled against Jiang Zhi’s legs, her head nudging slightly, and she mumbled sleepily, “Hmm…”

Jiang Zhi brushed her hair from her face to behind her ear: “We’re home.”

She half-slept for a while, her drunkenness half-dissipated but still half-present, utterly sleepy, absolutely refusing to open her eyes. She stretched out her arms and clung tightly to Jiang Zhi’s waist: “Not leaving.” Her head kept rubbing against him, “I want you to carry me up.”

Jiang Zhi, amused, “Would a hug be okay?”

She opened her eyes, which were still groggy and slow to react, and after a moment, she nodded: “Yes.”

Jiang Zhi got out of the car first and then picked her up. She was half-asleep, peaceful and quiet.

“Jiang Zhi.”

Jiang Zhi stopped in the middle of the road, “Hmm?”

She randomly tugged at her clothes, “I’m so hot.”

She was strong and careless; jeoparding her neckline as she pulled, it stretched wide open. Jiang Zhi, worried about tearing the clothes, coaxed her, “There are people outside,” lowering his stance, he whispered in her ear, “We can only take it off at home.”

“Oh.”

Though still drowsy, she obediently listened to Jiang Zhi.

Jiang Zhi’s house was a detached one, tucked further inside, and required a few minutes to walk.

Midway, he suddenly stopped and turned.

The man following behind also halted, puzzled for a moment, then casually continued walking past.

“Delete it.”

Hearing that, the man stopped again. Pocketing one hand, he held a smartphone with the other. In his twenties, with dyed hair and an earring, it seemed he had consumed some alcohol; his steps wobbled slightly. Unperturbed, he denied, “I didn’t film anything.”

Jiang Zhi repeated, “Delete it.”

A few steps apart, he stood holding her against the backlight, the moonlight hazy, casting a winter chill in his eyes.

The residents of Qingshan Mansion were all wealthy, not easily bullied; few were pushovers. The man, chin up, looked down his nose at him, intentionally belittling, “Why act high and mighty? If you’re afraid of being filmed, be more aware, and stay low in public—”

Suddenly, the person in Jiang Zhi’s arms opened her eyes, still somewhat groggy, “Are you talking about my boyfriend?”

“Who knows who I’m talking about.”

Tricky.

Zhou Xufang blinked, oh, he was talking about Jiang Zhi.

This displeased her. “Say that again, and I will hit you.”

The man clearly recognized Jiang Zhi and was unafraid. He scoffed, giving Zhou Xufang a once-over, his gaze teasing, “Really a sickly one, needing a woman to defend him.”

He also called Jiang Zhi a sickly guy.

Zhou Xufang was furious!

“I want to get down.”

Jiang Zhi let her down, far from angry; instead, he was excitedly watching his lady stand up for him.

Zhou Xufang, still not fully sober, staggered as she walked, her face fierce, pouting and glaring like an agitated little fox.

She looked ready to pounce.

The man crossed his arms, “What, you want to hit someone?” Neither a frail woman nor a sickly man frightened him.

Zhou Xufang didn’t walk straight, meandering off the path to the lawn, where she crouched, picked up the largest rock, then weaved back to the path.

The rock was bigger than her head.

Now the man flinched, instinctively stepping back, one hand guarding himself, “Wh-what, don’t come any closer, or I’ll call the police!”

“Bang!”

That rock, handled by the woman whose head was smaller than the stone, was broken into two pieces by her bare hands.

“!”

The man was completely stunned.

This must be a fake rock…

Here she came, carrying the stone, one in each hand, raised over her head…

“Ah—”

Zhou Xufang: “I haven’t hit you yet.”

His scream abruptly stopped, the man frozen in shock.

Zhou Xufang: “You’re such a coward.”

The man: “…”

He bowed like a criminal, head in arms, bending deeply at ninety degrees, his apology as earnest as a convict reflecting before the world, “I’m sorry.”