The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie-Chapter 83 - : 083: Brother Zhi Chasing His Wife - The Top Three Things (As Seen in the Title)

Chapter 83: 083: Brother Zhi Chasing His Wife – The Top Three Things (As Seen in the Title)

She was in her early twenties with a spirited and refined appearance, but her presence was so intimidating that few could stand before her without fear.

With such arrogance and conceit, she demanded, “Whose turf is this?”

Luo Qinghe’s smile was ambiguous, and without losing his temper, he replied, “It belongs to the Lu Family.”

This Tingyu Building in Imperial City was Lu Family’s territory.

Lu Sheng’s Beijing accent wasn’t that heavy, but she spoke with authoritative precision, “Then I want you to leave right now.”

She stated this flatly without much hint of anger, but her command bore an overpowering force.

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Luo Qinghe’s smile grew colder, “For that ‘cripple’?”

Cripple.

That word chilled Lu Sheng’s eyes, “Say that again.”

With such a stance, it seemed one more insult, and Lu Er would not let it go lightly.

Zhou Qingrang ah Zhou Qingrang, she really found herself a solid backer.

Not wanting to make an enemy of the Lu Family, Luo Qinghe reined in her temper, “Fine then, why sour the mood?” Brushing off her sleeves and turning to leave, she left an enigmatic remark, “After all, we are business partners. Let me remind you, Zhou Qingrang doesn’t have much longer to live.”

With a smile, Luo Qinghe walked away at a leisurely pace.

Lu Sheng stood in place, pensive.

Her secretary approached from behind, calling out, “Second Miss.”

Lu Sheng’s expression softened slightly, “Tell brother to wait for me, I’m stepping out for a bit.”

“There’s no rush, Young Master Xinglan has fallen asleep again. He won’t be waking up any time soon.”

The eldest young master of the Lu Family, Lu Xinglan, suffered from severe hypersomnia, with limited waking hours each day.

After giving a couple more instructions, Lu Sheng left the teahouse.

Outside, the air was still filled with icy pellets, the biting wind fierce, and the roads slick. The wheelchair skidded backwards when going uphill, nearly crashing into a lamp post, when a hand steadied the back of the chair.

Zhou Qingrang turned and with a faint gaze, said, “Thank you.”

After expressing gratitude, he adjusted the wheels’ direction.

Lu Sheng blurted out without thinking, though she stuttered, “Do you, do you want me to push you?” Her umbrella unconsciously tilted toward him.

He shook his head, then added, “Thank you.”

But the road was ultimately too slippery, the wheelchair unable to ascend the hill. Passersby also came forward, asking if he needed help, which he politely declined. Picking up his cane from the wheelchair, he pushed himself up, limping painfully up the slope. A mere dozen meters bent his back, as the ice pellets drenched his hair.

Lu Sheng stood right behind him, watching his every difficult step, her own legs starting to move forward several times before retreating.

She had listened to his radio broadcasts many times, knew he was a proud man. She had also investigated him, knew his left limb was amputated, his right leg embedded with steel pins, and that his health was poor, having spent fifteen years in the hospital.

Zhou Qingrang…

For some reason, merely whispering his name made her heart flutter, and she gripped her umbrella tighter. Yet, she ran over to him, catching up and shielding his head from the falling ice with her umbrella.

Zhou Qingrang looked back at her, not recognizing her. His gaze was distant and indifferent.

“Is there something you need?” he asked.

Lu Sheng, unsure what to say, remained silent for a while before she managed, “Umbrella.” She was used to being decisive in the business world since she was sixteen, but she felt clumsy with her words around him, “Here, take my umbrella.”

He refused the offer.

“You, take it—I live nearby.” She thrust the umbrella into his hands and ran off, faintly hearing him thanking her.

Actually, this wasn’t the first time Lu Sheng had seen him. She used to love sitting in front of the TV watching his newscasts. When he was transferred to the radio station, she began to follow his live broadcasts there.

She had gone to the TV station to see him, stealthily, from a distance, only catching a few glimpses. Strictly speaking, this was the first time they had met face-to-face.

His voice was just as pleasant as it had been on TV.

He was colder than she had imagined. His beautiful eyes held no light, reminiscent of the night before a heavy snowfall: dark, cold, and lonely.

The ice pellets ceased after a while, replaced by the gentle and almost imperceptible drift of snowflakes.

Jiang Zhi sat in the teahouse, bored, watching the snow outside the window and pondering with a furrowed brow. She wasn’t outside getting caught in the snow, was she?

He took out his phone and sent her a WeChat message.

“Zhou Xufang.”

It took nearly half a minute for Zhou Xufang to reply, “Hmm.”

Jiang Zhi peered through the window, “It’s snowing now, aren’t you cold?”

She replied, “Not cold.”

His finger hesitated on the phone screen before he sent a voice message, “I want to see you.”

His voice was soft, with a hint of longing.

After over ten seconds, Zhou Xufang sent back a voice message, “It’s late.”

Jiang Zhi listened twice, catching the sound of the wind in the background—she was really outside.

“I want to see you now.”

“.”

Another full stop, leaving Jiang Zhi speechless. He jabbed her pitch-black profile picture several times, before sending an irritated reply, “Don’t just respond with punctuation marks.”

There was no response for a long time after that.

Feeling a bit defeated, Jiang Zhi didn’t know how to handle her. He couldn’t get angry with her, only able to coax her with his voice low and soft, “I miss you. Will you come see me, please?”

He was indeed becoming more pathetic, finding himself easily slipping into these pleading and affectionate gestures.

And the result?

Zhou Xufang said, “No.”

“Zhou Xufang!”

“Jiang Zhi.”

She called out, and the wind, along with her voice, filtered through the phone, tickling him like a feather. She said, “Stop messing around.”

All the unease and restlessness born from uncertainty subsided with her concise three-word response.

This wasn’t a good sign, he was completely subdued by her.

In the end, he sent a ‘hmpf’, marking his last bit of defiance.

Zhou Xufang responded with a period.

Conversations always came to a halt at Zhou Xufang’s punctuation, this infuriating OCD, Jiang Zhi stood up, grabbing his coat.

Ah Wan immediately came forward, “Are you leaving?”

Jiang Zhi walked out, “If I don’t go now, I’m afraid the snow will just get worse.”

Ah Wan didn’t quite catch the meaning.

In the following two days, Jiang Zhi didn’t see Zhou Xufang, feeling listless, unable to muster enthusiasm for anything.

Xue Baoyi knew exactly what was going on at a glance, “Looking like this…” he teased with schadenfreude, “Haven’t gotten your hands on them?”

Jiang Zhi told him to scram.

He still insisted on squeezing onto the sofa with Jiang Zhi, “Want some advice from the bros?”

Jiang Zhi slightly lifted his eyelids, signaling him to continue.

Qiao Nanchu playing darts also glanced back.

Xue Baoyi, a veteran in the game of romance, spoke like one who’d been through it all, “Women, pretty easy to please, Primary level stuff: gifts like bags, flowers, cars, houses, a bit more advanced, cater to their tastes. If she likes romance, then be romantic. If she loves surprises, pull off a surprise. If she’s into thrills,” he grinned mischievously, “some R-rated play could be in the cards.”

On the opposite sofa, Xue Bingxue bit her straw and interjected, “R-rated play is not okay.”

Xue Baoyi tossed a grape at her, “Silly sweetie, shut your mouth.”

‘Silly sweetie’ glared at him, ignoring the little rascal and looked at Jiang Zhi seriously, “Don’t mess around with your body.”

Xue Baoyi’s gaze immediately swept down to Jiang Zhi’s lower half with a cheeky expression, “Brother Zhi, give us a straight answer, are you actually—” up for it?

Jiang Zhi hit him on the head with a pillow, telling him to scram once more.

Xue Baoyi ran his hand through his freshly dyed white hair and left.

It was then that Ah Wan came in.

This was a sober bar, and honestly, there was plenty of socializing at the bar outside, but it didn’t compare to the company in this private room. One with dyed blue hair, another with white, one playing darts in a military uniform, another in a suit snacking on grapes.

What sort of ghouls and goblins were these?

Ah Wan walked up behind the biggest demon, “Boss, your clothes have arrived.”

Jiang Zhi hummed in acknowledgment.

Xue Baoyi, who was pouring a base liquor while mixing a drink, asked, “What clothes?”

The straightforward Ah Wan replied, “The same style as Miss Zhou.”

Xue Baoyi dropped two cubes of ice into his glass and called out to ‘Brother Zhi’ with an elaborate shout, “I always thought you were the shy and reserved type, turns out you’re blatantly flashy.” He sneered. Dressing in matching couple outfits, talk about having no shame!

Jiang Zhi licked his lips, downed the drink Baoyi had mixed in one gulp, stood up, rolled up his sleeves, and approached where Qiao Nanchu was, “Let me throw a couple.”

Qiao Nanchu handed the darts to him.

Jiang Zhi warmed up his wrists, fidgeting with a dart between his fingers, “Lin Wanwan, paste Xue Baoyi’s photo up there.”

Xue Baoyi: “…”

Lin Wanwan: “…”

In the end, Jiang Zhi turned Xue Baoyi’s ‘head’ into a pincushion.

On Saturday, Zhou Xufang asked Jiang Zhi out, the location chosen by Jiang Zhi—still the porridge place; no other reason but frugality, Zhou Xufang didn’t find it easy to earn money, and he couldn’t bear to spend hers.

At six, Ah Wan drove his employer to Yuquan Bay.

The car stopped outside the complex; Ah Wan waited for his employer to finish a phone call before speaking, “Boss.”

Jiang Zhi lazily replied.

Ah Wan hesitated to speak, “This car…”

“This car…”

Jiang Zhi fluttered his peach blossom eyes, his gaze icy, “Who taught you to hem and haw like that?”

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Ah Wan stopped beating around the bush and blurted out quickly, “This car is too flamboyant; it feels so awkward to drive.” His tone was full of complaints and dissatisfaction.

Really, too many people were looking into the car along the way.

He was nearly one meter ninety, a big guy, though not yet impressively muscular. But still, to have everything inside the car drenched in pink, it hurt his manly pride.

So flamboyant, others must think the driver’s some effeminate guy!

Clearly, the word ‘flamboyant’ touched a nerve with Jiang Zhi; his hand, which rested on the pink plush toy, suddenly landed on the back of the driver’s seat.

Ah Wan tensed up immediately, “I… I meant the car’s interior is too pink.” From the seat cushion to the throw pillows to the plush toys to the stickers on the car window, everything was pink and tender.

Jiang Zhi didn’t say a word, absent-mindedly playing with the pink crystal pendant hanging behind the seat.

Xue Baoyi said it, cater to their preferences.

He figured his little lady must like pink.

Jiang Zhi lifted his eyes, “Whose car is this?”

Ah Wan replied weakly, “Yours, boss.”

“Then keep your mouth shut.”