The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie

Chapter 305: 305: Jiang Zhi’s Dog Food, Xue Baoyi’s Dog Food (Second Update)

Jiang Zhi took the milk from her and opened it before handing it back to her, “She just won Best Actress in Berlin last year.”

Zhou Xufang bit an apple, took a sip of milk, “Is she even better than Lixiang?” Getting injured and staying in the hospital was fantastic; Jiang Zhi gave her an extra can of milk every day.

“If nothing unexpected happens, Fang Lixiang should be able to win an award this year.” The film he was working on was aimed at the awards.

Just as Jiang Zhi finished speaking, Fang Lixiang popped up from nowhere.

“Really?” She was clawing at the glass on the hospital room door, “Director Jiang, you truly are my ‘regeneration’ parents.”

The girlfriend of her ‘regeneration’ parents, Zhou Xufang: “…”

The last day of March was the day Fang Lixiang and Xue Baoyi got engaged—a most auspicious and suitable day for all things.

The night before the engagement, Fang Lixiang invited Zhou Xufang to stay over at her place. Xufang agreed and went over in the afternoon. Mr. Fang was delighted to see Zhou Xufang and cooked a feast. After dinner, Mr. Fang started to tear up.

Fang Lixiang felt emotional too, “I’m not getting married tomorrow, why are you crying?”

Mr. Fang turned his head with a proud sniffle, “Who’s crying? I’ve just got something in my eye.”

Still stubborn.

Fang Lixiang chuckled, “How about I blow on it for you?”

Mr. Fang whined and grumbled.

Fang Guifei lay at their feet, whimpering away.

Fang Lixiang pretended to blow on Fang’s eyes, but the more she blew, the more tears flowed. Finally, he began to sob openly, “My girl, when you’re at the Xue Family, don’t be too lazy. Wash the clothes, fold the blankets, and don’t wait for someone to call you for meals.”

The atmosphere of sending off a daughter instantly kicked in.

Zhou Xufang also felt a sourness in her heart.

Mr. Fang continued, tears streaming, “The most important thing to remember: if that brat Xue Baoyi dares to bully you, don’t just endure it.”

Above all else, his daughter was most important.

Fang Lixiang sniffled, “I know.” Her mother had passed away early, and Mr. Fang, playing both mother and father, had raised her with great difficulty. “Mr. Fang, if you like Aunt Qin from downstairs, you should marry her.”