The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie-Chapter 68 - : 068: Domineering Mr. Jiang Spoils His Wife (Part 1)

Chapter 68: 068: Domineering Mr. Jiang Spoils His Wife (Part 1)

The Luo family is notorious for their obstinacy.

Of course, our Ullala Li Xiang didn’t just eat plain vegetables either.

Ah Wan was dumbfounded when she saw that frail-looking girl clutching a handful of hair, her ruthless character betrayed by her few words, “Compensate your grandma for compensation!”

Having spat out the threat, she was ready to start a fight!

Suddenly, there was a snap.

It was the sound of a milk carton’s ring pull.

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Fang Lixiang, with her sharp ears, froze midway through pulling hair. Stiff-necked, she turned around, “Dir, Director.”

There were rules on the film set; troublemakers were to get lost.

Caught in the act against the rules, Fang Lixiang felt guilty, gasping and trembling, “That… it’s, it’s a misunderstanding.”

Everyone looked over in unison to see the director holding the milk carton between two slender fingers, not pouring it into his mouth but playfully swinging it back and forth. His tall figure was draped in a long black coat that reached his ankles. Standing there, he seemed like a perfect edited picture from a magazine with added filters, with the vast white snow as his backdrop. Out of the picture he stepped, lips red and teeth white, with a demeanor that was so arresting.

Seven parts bewitching, three parts delicate.

Add to that the leisurely grace cultivated by his wealthy upbringing; truly undetachable from one’s gaze.

He spoke with a lazy drawl, “First, catch your breath for me.” His gaze had fallen on the face under the earmuff hat, his iridescent pupils reflecting the small face.

Fang Lixiang, seeing the director wasn’t angry and assuming he wasn’t there to find fault, suddenly felt emboldened, straightened her back, and calmed her tumultuous heart and rash breaths.

Jiang Zhi was the epitome of calm, “Tell me, what happened?”

Luo Yinghe glanced at Jiang Zhi just once and immediately felt intimidated. Her eyes darted about, void of the brash confidence from moments before.

On the contrary, Fang Lixiang now had someone defending her, and she was righteous indignation personified as she pointed at Luo Yinghe and started to wail, “Her dress got ruined, and she insists that it was stepped on by our Huifanala Shifang. She demands compensation, and we refuse to pay, she wouldn’t let us leave. I could tolerate the verbal humiliation, but then,” she blinked, and tears started streaming down, “she wanted to hit us… wuuuu wuuuu…”

Everyone: “…”

Indeed, the Weaver’s acting skills were impeccable.

Jiang Zhi took a sip of milk and casually tossed the carton in a parabola into the bin three meters away, then raised his eyebrows to look at Luo Yinghe, “Is that so?”

Luo Yinghe had met Jiang Zhi before, recognized him from when they were young.

During her girlhood yearnings, like her older cousin, she harbored a crush on this handsome young man until that year when the Luo family mansion burned down. The lowly foster son died in that fire.

At that time, Jiang Zhi was only sixteen, dragging a body weakened by chronic illness to the Luo family’s doorstep and set fire to it. No one dared to stop him, and they watched as the young man with fiery red eyes smashed the ancestral plaques of the Luo family into dust.

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Since then, Jiang Zhi and the Luo family were at odds. Luo Yinghe couldn’t muster any romantic feelings toward him any longer; fear was all that was left.

She knew very well that if Jiang Zhi got tough, he wouldn’t hesitate to do anything.

She stuttered in response to Jiang Zhi, “It, it was her who stepped on it.”

He walked forward with a saunter, casual in his demeanor, “They are both from my crew. It’s just a dress, I will compensate.”

“It wasn’t me who stepped on it,” Zhou Xufang who had been silent the whole time repeated, “It wasn’t me who stepped on it.”

Jiang Zhi walked up to her, blocking the line of sight of the people behind him, and patted her hat, “No worries, our film set isn’t short of money.”

His voice was very light.

Zhou Xufang was mollified by him and didn’t speak up again.

Jiang Zhi turned back around, “Name your price.”

Luo Yinghe didn’t dare to take Jiang Zhi’s money; she lowered her tone and posture by several degrees, “Never mind, no need for compensation.”

Never mind?

On his turf, after bullying his people, it could be settled just like that?

Jiang Zhi covered his mouth, coughing lightly twice, “You said the compensation was needed, and now you are the one saying it’s not? Is my film crew without its own authority?”

Luo Yinghe lost color.

Lifting his eyes, reddened by the cough, he still carried a feeble look, but his ink-black pupils were like flames glistening, killing without being seen.

“Name your price,” he commanded.

Luo Yinghe was truly panicked, “Eight hundred thousand.”

“Zhao Zhong, give her the money,” Jiang Zhi instructed.

Finished, Vice Director Zhao grandly wrote a check for eight hundred thousand yuan on the spot and handed it to Luo Yinghe’s assistant.

Luo Yinghe’s face turned pale, without lingering any longer, she lifted her skirt and left.

“Wait a second.”

Her steps halted, her spine chilled.

From behind, a slow, steady voice came through, “Money’s paid now, does this dress belong to me?”

Luo Yinghe was horrified, “Jiang Zhi—”

He flicked his misty blue short hair, “Take it off.”

In front of everyone, he ruthlessly embarrassed her. Luo Yinghe’s face went from white to red, the ultimate in humiliation. She clenched her teeth and said, “I will have someone send it over in a moment.”

Jiang Zhi remained unphased, his peach blossom eyes radiated the chill of three thousand feet of snow, “No, take it off for me right now.”

This was the first time Zhou Xufang heard Jiang Zhi speak to someone in such a way.

He rarely referred to himself as “Crown Prince,” and though he had a bad temper, he was taught noble etiquette by the Jiang family; he rarely lost his grace. But still, he was a scion of a prominent family, and when that authority was wielded, who would dare to defy it?

No one dared to step forward to persuade him. Even Fang Lixiang, audacious as she was in society, held her breath, thinking to herself, the Crown Prince was indeed the Crown Prince; no ordinary person could rival his presence despite his frail health.

The several assistants with Luo Yinghe didn’t dare to make a sound.

Jiang Zhi was running out of patience, “Aren’t you taking it off yet? Should I find someone to help?”

“I, I,” Luo Ying stammered, already sweating profusely, her hands gripping the dress; she had to swallow her humiliation and admit, “I was wrong. Please show mercy and let this one go.”

What use was her unwillingness?

The Luo family might be rich and powerful, but next to the Jiang family, they were insignificant. Today, she had to submit whether she liked it or not.

Jiang Zhi stood with crossed arms in front of Zhou Xufang, “Where did you go wrong?”

“The dress, the dress was torn by the stones on the ground,” she was just in a bad mood and wanted to vent her frustration on someone, not expecting them to be from Jiang Zhi’s crew.

“Now that you know what you did wrong, leave the money. And,” he stepped aside, grabbing Zhou Xufang’s hat, pulling her forward, “bow deeply at ninety degrees and apologize sincerely to her.”