The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie-Chapter 151 - : 151: Kiss a lipstick and foundation (one more update)

Chapter 151: 151: Kiss a lipstick and foundation (one more update)

“If his eyes were as good-looking as mine, I would gouge them out.”

Zhou Xufang: “…”

She remembered what Lixiang had said before: Jiang Zhi hated it most when others praised his appearance. Hmm, the rumor was wrong; he cared so much about his looks.

And yet, Jiang Zhi was not convinced; pointing at the poster, he said with a sneer, “That’s all makeup. Without it, he’s definitely not good-looking.”

Just then, a passerby who happened to be walking by exclaimed, “Mr. Jiang, even without makeup, Yun Sheng looks good ahh!!!”

Zhou Xufang was about to take a closer look at the poster when Jiang Zhi yanked her away—yes, he dragged her away with a huge emotional pull, and only then did Zhou Xufang’s survival instinct to run away from home return.

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She immediately gave Jiang Zhi a thumbs-up: “You are the best-looking.” Her eyes were sincere. “Really, no one else looks as good as you.”

It was the truth.

Although the brother in the poster was also good-looking, Jiang Zhi was the most handsome in the universe.

Jiang Zhi let out a “Hmph” with a nasal tone, discarding a single word.

When it came to looks, not a single person in Imperial City could hold a candle to him!

He pulled her to the makeup room where several actors were getting their makeup done; he directly asked others to leave and then ordered Lin Wanwan, “Go find a makeup artist.”

Zhou Xufang: “…” She needed a moment of silence to think about how to compliment someone.

Ah Wan: “…”

Damn this competitive spirit!

No wonder they say men become childish when they fall in love. Just look at Jiang Zhi. He used to hate it when people talked about his beauty, yet now he was overdoing it. Not only did he care so much about the title of Imperial City’s number one beauty, but Ah Wan had even caught him applying a facial mask!

Tsk tsk tsk.

Well, Miss Zhou was attracted by his face, after all. Otherwise, with his bad temper, who could stand it?

After grumbling to herself, Ah Wan went to find a makeup artist.

It was a female makeup artist, who obviously recognized Jiang Zhi and knew about his bad temper, and was a bit fearful of him: “Director Jiang, what… what kind of makeup do you want?”

Had the sun risen from the west? Director Jiang, who never wore makeup for any show, was actually asking to be made up? She clearly remembered that last month, when Director Jiang went on a talk show and she was the on-site makeup artist, they needed to apply light makeup to the guest due to lighting issues. Director Jiang, with a cold face, wouldn’t even let her touch him.

This time, Director Jiang sat in front of the mirror, holding his girlfriend with one hand and parting his bangs with the other to reveal his handsome forehead.

“Make it the same as Xiao Yusheng’s poster outside,” he said.

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Zhou Xufang fell silent, Ah Wan fell silent, the makeup artist fell silent; everyone was in silence!

What could they do?

They could only follow the orders of their ancestor, applying an idol-style stage makeup on his delicate face…

The female makeup artist’s hand trembled continually, fearing that if she accidentally touched this germaphobe ancestor, it would be a disaster. This was probably the most difficult and least professional makeup she had ever done, yet paradoxically, his features were so striking that a modest application resulted in an impressive impact.

“It’s done.”

The makeup artist finished but didn’t dare to look.

Due to his chronic illness, Jiang Zhi’s face always carried a touch of sickness. His complexion was pale, with a rosy tint at the corners of his eyes, which made him appear somewhat delicate and significantly reduced his aggressiveness.

But once the makeup was applied…

His entire aura changed: less ethereal charm, more assertiveness added, giving people a conflicted sense of allure and intimidation.

“Zhou Xufang,” Jiang Zhi looked at the dazed little girl from the mirror. “Come here.”

Zhou Xufang: “Oh.”

She stared straight… stared straight at Jiang Zhi and swallowed a big gulp of saliva.

Jiang Zhi was pleased with her reaction, lifting her chin with his hand: “Am I better looking, or is Xiao Yusheng?”

Zhou Xufang: “You.”

He leaned in closer to give her a clearer view: “What about the eyes, whose look better?”

Zhou Xufang: “Yours.” She gave a thumbs up, remembering “Three Lives and Thirty Miles of Chrysanthemums,” “You are the best looking across the seas and lands, you have the beauty to charm the moon and shame flowers, your looks stun fish and sink geese, you are as fragrant as a nation of colors, you—”

“Stop.” Jiang Zhi frowned, dissatisfied, “Why are all these descriptions for girls?”

Oh.

She rummaged through her brain, recalling the novel “President Gu, Your Little Wife is on the Run Again” and switched descriptions: “You are the most handsome on the Huaxia Continent, you possess a dashing charm, you have the looks of Pan An, you are Fu Fen He Lang, you are as graceful as a tree standing in the breeze, you—”

Suddenly, Jiang Zhi hooked his arm around her neck and pulled her close, “Kiss me.”

Zhou Xufang blinked, stared at his lips for a few seconds, and then stepped back, shaking her head: “No.” She refused, she staunchly refused, “I don’t want to eat lipstick.”

Jiang Zhi: “…”

So, were all those compliments just to appease him?!

Jiang Zhi gave the female makeup artist a cold stare.

The makeup artist sweated bullets: You can’t blame me, the makeup on Xiao Yusheng’s poster was stage makeup, which includes lipstick, and you were the one who requested that style…

Jiang Zhi pulled the retreating girl back: “Then kiss my cheek.” There was no lipstick on his cheeks.

Zhou Xufang looked at Jiang Zhi’s face, hesitated for a long time, but inside she still resisted, “No, there’s foundation. It will leave powder on my mouth.”

Jiang Zhi: “…”

The makeup artist: “…” Her husband, a man of steel and logic, would react the same way.

Ah Wan couldn’t hold back and let out a snicker.

Jiang Zhi: “You two, get out.”

Ah Wan and the makeup artist sister left together, thoughtfully closing the door behind them, and then looked at each other with a smile.

Ah Wan: Get it?

Makeup Artist: Got it!

And then, two pairs of ears were pressed against the door.

“Xufang,” Jiang Zhi licked his lips and pulled Zhou Xufang closer, “this lipstick is strawberry-flavored.”

Zhou Xufang: “Liar.”

He tilted his chin, bringing his face closer to hers, “Try it.”

She dabbed her finger on his lips, picking up a tiny bit of red, then sniffed it.

It was not strawberry-flavored at all.

She backed away: “No.”

“Whether you want to or not.”

After that…

No ears listening!

Outside the door, Ah Wan, who was eavesdropping: How shameless!

Ten minutes later, the people in the makeup room came out. The makeup on Jiang Zhi’s face had been washed off, while Zhou Xufang’s lips were slightly red.

The premiere was about to start, and as Jiang Zhi brought Zhou Xufang into the performance hall on the fifth floor of Shengdu Opera House, someone stopped them.

“Jiang Zhi.”

It was a girl.

Zhou Xufang immediately turned around, yes, it was a pretty girl.

She walked over, holding a walkie-talkie, dressed professionally like a staff member, and said, “Long time no see.” Her gaze landed on Zhou Xufang but wasn’t presumptuous. She nodded and sized her up politely, “Girlfriend, huh.”

Jiang Zhi grunted, neither cold nor warm.

Someone behind was shouting ‘Zixi,’ and she turned to reply before saying, “Excuse me.”

Once she walked away, Jiang Zhi took Zhou Xufang into the venue and after sitting down, he said, “She is Nanchu’s ex-girlfriend.”

Zhou Xufang sincerely complimented, “Very pretty.”

It was the kind of unthreatening beauty that all girls would like, someone who seemed easy to get along with.

Jiang Zhi made no comment about other women, just stating the objective fact: “Nanchu has a stepsister who wasn’t taken care of when she was in her teens, so he sought her out.”

Oh!

Zhou Xufang gasped in surprise, “Mr. Qiao is so scummy.”

Jiang Zhi disagreed with her view, “Not scummy, he never touched her, didn’t take advantage of her, and even paid her when they broke up.”

And, as a parting gift, she had even given him a cuckold’s hat.

He decided not to share the part about the cuckold’s hat with her, to avoid corrupting the young girl.

Zhou Xufang snorted, “Still scummy.”

Jiang Zhi: “…”

Fine, scummy it is then.

His phone vibrated. It was a call from Ah Wan. Since the show had already started, being at a public event, Jiang Zhi only listened, not speaking.

Ah Wan couldn’t come in. Over the phone, she said, “Boss, I just got news, the person you asked me to check on is gone, the body is at the medical examiner’s, and the Criminal Investigation Team is on the case.”

Jiang Zhi covered the receiver a bit, his voice very low, “Cause of death.”

“The cause of death isn’t known yet. The guy was a small-time thug named Ah Hao, either collecting debts for people or hanging out in bars, bad reputation, offended many in the underworld.”

“Send me his information.”

After ending the call, Jiang Zhi looked at Zhou Xufang, “What’s wrong?”

He hesitated for a moment but eventually told her, “That person from 0893 was killed.”

After listening, Zhou Xufang frowned, her mood very low, feeling guilt-ridden, “I shouldn’t have just stopped that person, I should have chased after them.”

Jiang Zhi gently touched her face, through her mask, “It’s not related to you.”

Their paths crossed by chance, she had already done more than enough by stepping in to intervene.

At eight o’clock, the premiere promptly began. Since Zhou Xufang didn’t like crowds, Jiang Zhi intentionally chose seats at the very back. It was Zhou Xufang’s first time at a premiere and she didn’t understand the process at the stage.

She quietly asked Jiang Zhi, “Aren’t they supposed to play the movie?” Half an hour had passed, and the actors on stage were still sharing ‘funny anecdotes’ about filming.

“They start with the usual pleasantries, and there are interactions and questions, it’s part of movie promotion,” Jiang Zhi explained, holding her head against his shoulder, “Rest your eyes for a bit, I’ll wake you when it starts.”

She leaned against him, shaking her head. She wouldn’t sleep, even if it was boring, as it seemed impolite to sleep while others were speaking.

However…

She was a bit sleepy, “Is your premiere like this too?”

“Not so many promotional gimmicks.” Jiang Zhi replied with natural assurance, “My name is the drawcard, it’s well-known without promotion.”

So impressive!

Zhou Xufang gave two thumbs up enthusiastically, “You’re the greatest!”

Jiang Zhi, flattered by the praise, wanted to plant a kiss on her forehead but just then, he was called upon. The host invited him on stage.

Jiang Zhi didn’t want to bother.

The atmosphere suddenly turned awkward as many pairs of eyes looked back. Zhou Xufang lifted her mask slightly to ensure her face was well-covered, then she whispered softly to Jiang Zhi.

“Aren’t you going up?”

Jiang Zhi cast a displeased glance at the reporter swinging the camera toward him, “It’s not my film.”

The host’s face was turning red with embarrassment.

Zhou Xufang urged Jiang Zhi, “This director was your former teacher, you need to show respect.” Otherwise, the keyboard warriors would surely criticize her Jiang Zhi for being ungrateful.

As his girlfriend had spoken, Jiang Zhi had to comply, reluctantly getting up, “Sit tight, I’ll be back soon.”

“Okay.”

As Jiang Zhi approached the stage, cameras followed. An empty chair remained on stage and he sat down directly, “Why did you call me up?”

The premiere’s director, Director Feng, had been Jiang Zhi’s teacher in film school, and they had a good relationship. Giving him a glance, Director Feng joked, “You, such an attitude coming up here.”

Jiang Zhi kept his stern face, “Someone is waiting for me, if you have questions, be quick.”

Who’s waiting?

Jiang Zhi’s girlfriend, of course!

The journalists seemed more interested in gossip than Director Feng’s art film. As the camera swiveled toward the back, aiming for a close-up of Jiang Zhi’s girlfriend, suddenly—

All the lights went out.

Instantly, the venue was in uproar, plunged into darkness.

Jiang Zhi immediately stood up and called out, “Xu Fang.”

No response came.

Blind to whether he could see or not, he pushed his way through the chairs, charging toward the back. A flashlight just happened to shine in the direction where Zhou Xufang was sitting.

Her seat was empty.

Jiang Zhi panicked, asking a nearby person, “Where’s the one who was sitting here?”

“Ah?” That person was momentarily dazed, “Didn’t, didn’t notice.”

The light flickered restlessly, casting wavering shadows in Jiang Zhi’s eyes. His steps were rushed and frantic. Reaching the doorway, he grasped a security guard.

He ordered, “Lock down all the exits.”

The guard, who had just arrived, was still unclear on the situation, “Why should we close down—”

As shifting shadows agitated before his eyes, his voice was icy, repeating, “Lock down all the exits.”

The guard hesitated, then seeing the person clearly by flashlight, nodded immediately, “I’ll inform the security room right now.”

Zhou Xufang’s phone was off.

The sweat began to bead in the palm of Jiang Zhi’s hand gripping his phone. With no lights in the corridor, his steps were a mess, quickly running downstairs, dialing, “Bao Yi, get some people over here, to the Shengdu Opera House.”

“What happened?”

Too dark to see in the stairwell, he stumbled, crashing hard against a corner. He said, “Zhou Xufang is missing.”