The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie

Chapter 238: 238: Take you abroad to get married~ Chapter 238: 238: Take you abroad to get married~ The steel bar dragged across the ground, emitting a grating noise, inching closer step by step…

Zhou Xufang suddenly opened her eyes.

The room was dark, and she took a while to recover her senses, whispering, “Jiang Zhi.”

Jiang Zhi immediately woke up, turned on the bedside lamp, and looked at her in the light.

Her eyes were red.

“What’s wrong?” he hugged her. “Did you have a dream again?”

She burrowed into his arms, rubbing her head on his chest, her voice soft and tender: “Jiang Zhi.”

“Mm.”

She lifted her head and kissed his chin, “Do you like foxtail grass?”

Jiang Zhi was taken aback, “Remember now?”

She shook her head, “I think I dreamt of you, and Tang Xiang’s dad.” She wasn’t sure, though, whether it was a dream or a memory.

Jiang Zhi, seemingly afraid she’d recall something unpleasant, asked tentatively, “Anything else?”

“I don’t remember much after opening my eyes.”

He sighed in relief.

Actually, he didn’t really want her to remember the past. The hardships she had endured, the injuries she had suffered—it was better if all were forgotten.

“You haven’t answered my question,” while holding his face, noticing his thick, long eyelashes, she couldn’t resist stroking them with her finger, and asked him again, “Do you like foxtail grass or not?”

Jiang Zhi, tickled by her touch, didn’t move away: “Who would like foxtail grass.” He lifted his chin, his lips just touching the palm of her hand.

Zhou Xufang immediately withdrew her hand and nestled closer into his embrace.

Jiang Zhi smiled, “I like you. I was worried you’d steal other things to give me, so I said I only liked foxtail grass.”

Zhou Xufang felt delighted upon hearing this. Initially cuddled on the inside, she rolled over Jiang Zhi to the outer side, “So you liked me even when you were that young.”

Jiang Zhi said, “Yes.” Worried she might fall, he pulled her back to the safer, wall-side of the bed, “Back then, I had saved quite a bit of pocket money. I wanted to buy you a house, a bed, and clothes, and then fill a whole room with your favorite candies.”

That year, his health was poor. After falling into water at the Luo Family’s place, the doctors said he wouldn’t last many years. He genuinely contemplated planning for the aftermath, even consulting a lawyer, although there wasn’t much to arrange. His only thought was to leave all his money to her to ensure she wouldn’t have to worry about food and clothing.

Zhou Xufang lay on her side, close enough for their breaths to mingle: “And then?”

“Then I’d raise you until you came of age, and once you were an adult, I would come out of the closet, take you abroad and get married.” Of course, that was assuming he lived that long.

A sixteen-year-old boy’s thoughts were simple. After receiving a kiss, he’d plan their future all the way until they were sixty, even sorting out marriage and inheritance.

Zhou Xufang lay propped up, watching him and smiling.

“What are you laughing at?”

Without answering, she rested her hand on his shoulder, leaning in to kiss him.

The next day was overcast with strong winds. As the year-end approached, the residential complex was decorated with festive lights, and every household was busy preparing New Year’s goods. Zhou Xufang was also busy; she had stocked a cabinet full of snacks and placed boxes filled with cotton candy in various cabinets around the house, all filled with candy.

“Jiang Zhi, your phone is ringing,” Zhou Xufang nestled on the sofa, watching a movie with the projector. Without sunlight outside, she drew the curtains, darkening the room.

Jiang Zhi was hanging clothes, not allowing her to help.

Usually, he either spent the night at Zhou Xufang’s place or took Zhou Xufang to his, but she was shy at first, secretly washing and drying her intimate clothes. After Jiang Zhi had hand-washed them for her once, she became less bashful. Sometimes she would wash, and other times Jiang Zhi would.

Jiang Zhi had never done housework before and was clumsy at first. Zhou Xufang, reluctant to let his beautiful fingers touch the mundane chores of firewood, rice, oil, and salt or just plain water, intended to pamper him. Still, he didn’t like it, didn’t want the housekeeping staff to touch her things, nor did he want her to do it all herself. After several little tantrums, Zhou Xufang simply let him have his way.

He came in, answered the phone: “Hello.”

“Mr. Jiang, it’s me,”
It was someone from the prison.

“What’s the matter?”

“Luo Qinghe has applied for medical parole.”

Zhou Xufang looked over and listened carefully.

Jiang Zhi asked, “Which hospital did she go to?”

“Changling Hospital.”

“Okay, I got it.” Jiang Zhi hung up the phone.

Zhou Xufang sat down next to Jiang Zhi with a bag of chips in her arms, “Luo Qinghe went to her uncle’s hospital, do you think she’s going to pull some tricks?”

“Don’t worry, I already know what she’s going to do.” Jiang Zhi didn’t want to talk about that depressing woman; he glanced at the chips in Zhou Xufang’s hands, “Lunchtime is coming, you can’t eat any more snacks.”

Zhou Xufang felt this was not right, “But I’ve already opened them. If I don’t eat them, they’ll get damp and then be wasted. Wasting isn’t good, wasting is a crime.”

Such twisted logic.

Jiang Zhi wiped the chip crumbs from her mouth and wrapped an arm around her waist. The heater was on in the room, and she was dressed thinly; her waist was notably slender to the touch, “You seem to have lost a bit of weight; you haven’t been eating much for proper meals lately.”

Especially these days, she hadn’t been eating much, snacking all day long. Jiang Zhi wouldn’t let her, and she would sneak snacks. On this point, Zhou Xufang, who usually complied with Jiang Zhi, wasn’t behaving too well.

Zhou Xufang pinched her waist, “I haven’t lost weight.” She placed Jiang Zhi’s hand on her stomach, “Feel here, there’s flesh here.”

This girl, utterly unguarded.

Men tend to take liberties with a beloved girl before them, and he was no saint; of course, he wasn’t immune to such common behavior, let alone the fact that the girl in his arms was his own. There was no reason to play by the book.

Her face turned red from his touch, but she didn’t shy away, burying her head in his shoulder, whispering softly that it tickled.

Jiang Zhi didn’t tease her anymore but instead supported her waist and pecked her lips, “Tastes like tomato.”

Zhou Xufang was still holding a bag of tomato-flavored chips, nearly burying her head in the bag.

He placed his hand on her forehead, “You have a fever.”

Yep, she was running a fever.

He took advantage of her grogginess to take away her chips and removed the elastic band from her hair, tying the open bag, “If you don’t finish a bowl of rice for lunch, you won’t get any snacks this afternoon.”

Zhou Xufang: “…”

How cunning, seducing with colors.

The movie was still playing; it was a thriller, and the soundtrack was enough to send shivers down one’s spine. However, Zhou Xufang was no longer in the mood for the movie. With Jiang Zhi by her side, she couldn’t concentrate.

“Xu Fang, won’t you be going to the concert tonight?”

“Yeah.”

Tonight Xiao Yusheng was holding a concert at Imperial City’s stadium. Fang Lixiang had handed her the tickets yesterday, having arranged to go together.

But today’s weather wasn’t very good.

Jiang Zhi asked her, “It might snow tonight. Could you go another day?”

“I can’t change it. The next show won’t be in Imperial City.” She remembered something, “Do they sell glow sticks at the venue, or should I prepare in advance?”

“How would I know?” He hadn’t been to a concert before.

Zhou Xufang was also a first-timer and didn’t understand much, “I’ll ask Lixiang.” She dialed Fang Lixiang’s number, “Lixiang.”