The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie-Chapter 171 - : 171: Qiao Nanchu Attacks Little Baiyang (Second Update)

Chapter 171: 171: Qiao Nanchu Attacks Little Baiyang (Second Update)

Before the banquet began, many guests approached Old Madam Jiang to inquire about her wellbeing. She patiently responded to each of them, not least bit diminishing the grace of the number one family in the Imperial City.

At the neighboring table, Luo Changde had just taken his seat.

Old Lady Jiang offered her sympathies, “When were you discharged from the hospital, Changde?”

Luo Changde had grown thinner, his face pallid: “Last week.”

Old Lady Jiang, with a kind and gentle gaze, asked, “I hope there are no serious issues with your health?”

“There’s nothing to worry about now,” he replied, keeping his eyes downcast, his cheekbones high, and his brow ridge protruding, carrying a sullen rage between his brows.

Old Lady Jiang’s expression remained unchanged, and she continued, “Have they caught the culprit who hit your head?”

Asking what she already knew!

Luo Changde’s face darkened: “No.”

A look of pity crossed Old Lady Jiang’s face as she advised, “Then you should avoid walking alone at night from now on.” She took a small sip from her teacup, a smile emerging from the corners of her eyes, “Brother Zhi has arrived.”

Luo Changde turned around, his hand clenched into a fist, growing tighter and tighter; wasn’t this the very assailant who hit his head, walking towards him coughing every three steps, in a sickly and twisted manner?

As the beauty passed by, Ming Yanghua caught a scent wafting through the air; he sniffed with his nose, nudging the young master next to him with his elbow: “Do you smell that?”

Distracted by the nudge, the young master’s peanuts were knocked loose: “What?”

“Jiang Zhi smells so good,” Ming Yanghua took another sniff, it was genuinely fragrant.

The young master gave him a sly grin, dragging his words shamelessly and flirtatiously like a debauched scoundrel teasing someone: “Xiao Hua, you’re quite the temptress.”

Ming Yanghua: “…”

Go to hell!

He was fuming, his expression becoming stern, “It’s Jiang Zhi who’s the temptress, alright! Which normal man would douse themselves with perfume so much that it reeks? Pathetic!”

Just as he finished ranting, the hand of his own sister struck his head like a mother hen protecting her chick: “Mortal messenger, who are you calling pathetic?!”

Mortal messenger Ming Yanghua: “…”

This title was an utter disgrace to him.

He gritted his teeth in anger, as menacing as a snarling Shiba Inu: “Don’t talk to me about those four words!”

Yet some people just had to stomp around in his minefield.

“Isn’t this Lord Black Impermanence’s mortal messenger?” Who else could it be but Xue Baoyi, that sluggish scoundrel, patting Ming Yanghua’s shoulder like a bully, “Haven’t seen you in quite a while, why are you out today? Didn’t Lord Black Impermanence assign you a task?”

The room erupted in boisterous laughter.

Ming Yanghua truly wanted to bite him to death.

Alongside, his own sister joined the loud laughter, kicking him while he was down, “Young Master, don’t pick on him. This kid was locked up by my dad for half a month, with priests performing rituals every day, and it was quite an ordeal to chase away his Lord Black Impermanence.” Ming Saiying tilted her head, “Right, mortal messenger?”

Mortal messenger: “…”

Indeed, ever since the incident at the Jiang Family, where he was revealed as the mortal messenger, his old man kept inviting people to perform rituals, even going as far as to brew exorcism charms in his drink, claiming it was to rid him of evil spirits. What was even more outrageous, he constantly slapped exorcism charms on his body; he was currently wearing two on his back.

He didn’t want to deal with these vulgar folks any longer.

After having his fill of teasing at this table, Xue Baoyi left: “Brother Zhi, save me a seat.” He headed over to Jiang Zhi’s table.

Once more, Ming Yanghua caught a whiff of the intense gardenia scent, even stronger than before and slightly intoxicating, nudging the young master beside him: “You smell that now, don’t you?”

The young master sniffed: “There really is a scent of gardenias.”

Certainly, the same scent!

Ming Yanghua knew then, “It’s the scent of an affair.” Two vigorous young men, each carrying a fragrance, who’d believe there wasn’t something unspeakable going on?

He figured, Jiang Zhi wasn’t anything decent either; he had made his girlfriend public not long ago, yet here he was, reigniting the old flame with Xue Baoyi, and as he was considering this—

“Nanchu, over here.”

Qiao Nanchu had also arrived, with Xue Baoyi calling him over from the inside table.

Ming Yanghua smelled the scent of Gardenia for the third time and was astonished, “Momma mia, another one, can’t you smell it, it’s a love triangle!”

Ming Saiying smacked him on the back of the head, “Shut up, mortal messenger.”

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Mortal messenger Ming Yanghua: “…”

Speaking of that ‘love triangle’, Jiang Zhi sat in the middle, Qiao Nanchu to his left, Xue Baoyi to his right. Jiang Zhi was leaning back against the chair, Qiao Nanchu leaning to the right, and Xue Baoyi to the left.

From this angle, it truly had the feeling of the fabled ménage à trois scenario.

Jiang Zhi turned his head to the left, “You’ve applied it.” Then turned to the right, “You, too.” He took a slight sniff—all Gardenia scent, a fragrance he was all too familiar with.

Xue Baoyi, on the right, remained unflustered, “I think that product isn’t half bad.”

Qiao Nanchu, on the left, “Yeah, not bad.”

Jiang Zhi, holding a handkerchief to his mouth, lightly coughing, his eyes slightly reddening, weakly cursed, “You two dogs, laughing at me earlier.”

Xue dog asked Qiao dog, “Did I?”

Qiao dog took a sip from the wine glass in front of him, “This wine is good.”

“Is it?” Xue dog picked up the wine glass, “Cheers.”

Qiao dog clinked his glass lazily against the other’s, “Bang!”

Let’s rewind to today at two in the afternoon.

Qiao Nanchu left the case files at home and had to return once during the day. Upon opening the door, he saw a young girl busying herself in the kitchen. She was wearing an apron, unaware of his presence due to her headphones, still concentrating on transferring the contents of the large box into smaller containers.

Qiao Nanchu didn’t rush in, standing in the entryway watching her.

Wen Baiyang finished transferring the food and only when she looked up did she see him, surprised for a moment, “Why have you come back at this time?”

At this time, he should be at the intelligence office.

“Came to get something.” Qiao Nanchu entered the house, first going to the couch to pick up the document bag, then headed to the kitchen, glancing at the meal boxes on the table, “Don’t make so much next time, I can’t finish it all by myself.”

Her cooking skills were learned from the nanny who had taken care of her before, and over the years, she had constantly been concocting myriad dishes for him, her culinary skills continually improving to the point where she even got certified.

She laughed it off nonchalantly, “You can invite friends over to eat.”

She turned around, intending to store the prepared food into the fridge, but he pressed down on the fridge door.

“Wen Baiyang.”

She looked up at him.

He reached out, holding her chin, “I’m unmarried. Single. And an adult male.”