The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie-Chapter 88 - : 088: Take home overnight~

Chapter 88: 088: Take home overnight~

“How much strength would it take to uproot that tree completely?”

Officer Zhao thought for a moment and chuckled, “Are you playing with me?” How could a normal person possibly uproot a nearly ten-meter-tall tree!

“Officer, it’s you who’s playing with us.” Jiang Zhi slung the girl in his arms, with one hand on her back, lightly patting it now and then, “My girlfriend is just a tiny girl under hundred pounds, fragile as can be, where would she get the strength to damage a tree over ten meters tall?”

Officer Zhao thought about it… that did seem reasonable.

However, Officer Zhao wasn’t easy to fool either, “Then how did the surveillance capture her pulling at the tree?”

Jiang Zhi turned the computer at a different angle, pointed at the screen without any sign of nervousness in the police station, calm and collected, he said, “At that time, the wind was blowing, bending the tree. My girlfriend kindly went over to support it, but the wind was so strong that it blew the tree onto her shoulder. You don’t even give my girlfriend a good citizen award, yet you falsely accuse her of damaging public property.” He dragged out his words lazily, “Officer, where’s the logic in that?”

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“…”

Officer Zhao was at a loss for words, looking at this ‘blue-haired young society member’, feeling a wicked vibe rushing towards him, and yet there was a composed grandeur about him. Truly remarkable.

It seemed he wasn’t just an ordinary member; he was big brother level.

Officer Zhao calmed himself down, tidied up his thoughts, “Can tonight’s wind pull a tree up by its roots?”

Jiang Zhi shifted his legs, changing the girl’s sleeping position in his arms, “Then do you think my girlfriend could?”

This, this, this…

Officer Zhao was speechless.

The man remained casual, unhurried, “Any more questions?”

That lazy tone, somehow mixed with a decisive authority.

Officer Zhao’s voice somehow weakened, “… no, not for now.” Just then, the sound of a door opening was heard, a gust of wind came through the door, Officer Zhao looked up, surprised, “Captain Qiao, why are you here?”

The head of the Criminal Intelligence Department had arrived.

This Captain Qiao from the Criminal Intelligence Department was a legendary figure, rising to the top at a young age. Regardless of whether or not he had family connections, he certainly had the capability. Soon after taking office, he had shaped up the department impressively, and most importantly, Captain Qiao had single-handedly increased the number of female applicants at the police academy.

In this era of valuing appearances, it was helpless, the Criminal Investigation Team recently got two new female interns who were all drawn by this ‘police grass’.

Qiao Nanchu was handsome, but frankly speaking, he had a bit of a frivolous air, lacking the compelling righteousness of public servants. His eyes always carried a faint trace of heartlessness and a mischievous bad boy charm.

With a cigarette in his mouth, he smiled with a mix of roguishness and indifference, “I came to get someone.” He raised a hand and pointed, with a nod, “These two are my friends.”

Officer Zhao remembered then. Captain Qiao had a childhood friend who was into film making, he had made the headlines alright, no wonder he looked familiar. It turned out this ‘blue-haired young society member’ was actually quite the young master.

After completing the procedures, Qiao Nanchu led people out of the police station.

He glanced at the girl in Jiang Zhi’s arms, “What happened?”

Jiang Zhi, careful not to let the girl fall, gently supported her waist, coaxing her not to move, coaxed, then looked up at his brother, his eyes were not so tender and loving anymore, “Don’t worry about it.”

Qiao Nanchu couldn’t stand seeing him like this, ineffectually ensnared, scolded him jokingly, asking, “Is she drunk?”

“Yeah.”

“Well done, Brother Zhi, quite the progress.”

Jiang Zhi didn’t respond, focused on comforting the girl in his arms; it seemed she was mumbling about discomfort, he patted and soothed her more, his winter coat now on the girl as he broke out in a thin sweat.

Qiao Nanchu chuckled, having never seen Jiang Zhi so tenderly compromising his assertiveness; he lit another cigarette, zipping up his police uniform all the way.

“Why did you even end up at the police station? If you were photographed, you’d be in trouble.”

Although directors weren’t as high-profile as artists, they were still somewhat public figures.

He took a few puffs of his cigarette, exhaling smoke rings with practiced ease, “Do you want to go public?”

Jiang Zhi shook his head, “Not now, the Jiang Family is keeping a tight watch.” He wasn’t afraid of trouble, just of annoying her, “Help me get in touch with your uncle and let him know, they can photograph me, but Xu Fang cannot show her face.”

Qiao Nanchu’s uncle worked in media and journalism, so blocking a piece of news wasn’t difficult.

“Your family?” Qiao Nanchu, with a cigarette between his lips, slowly exhaled a dense cloud of smoke, taunting, “Have you got it secured already? Still ‘your family’?”

The girl in Jiang Zhi’s arms coughed twice from the smell of smoke.

He gave a look of displeasure, “Put out the cigarette.”

Such a protective guy!

Qiao Nanchu chuckled and swore, then stubbed out the cigarette, “Take it easy.” He pulled a set of car keys from his police uniform pocket and threw them to Jiang Zhi, “I’ve got matters to attend to at the station, I’m heading out first.”

“Thanks.”

Qiao Nanchu waved his hand and left first.

Jiang Zhi lifted her into the car, buckled her seatbelt. She slept restlessly, tossing a bit, pouting her lips, and mumbling something in her sleep, unclear, murmuring indistinctly.

Jiang Zhi leaned in, observing her intently for a long while, then poked her cheek, “Zhou Xufang.”

She murmured a response but didn’t wake up.

Through the mask, Jiang Zhi rubbed his chin against her face, “What else are you still hiding from me?”

Startled, she fluttered her eyelashes, opened her eyes, and met Jiang Zhi’s gaze unguarded, her eyes clear, reflecting only his outline.

She cooed softly to him, “Jiang Zhi, I’m thirsty.”

Jiang Zhi smiled and ruffled her hair, “I’ll get you something to drink.”

It was fine with him, whether she spoke or not, he didn’t mind anymore, as long as it was her.

Clouds covered the moon, the night was pitch black, not a star in sight.

Zhou Xufang’s place was too far, Jiang Zhi took her back to his apartment. She woke up on the way but was still drunk, humming and chirping, singing some unknown tune.

Click—

Jiang Zhi opened the door, supporting her into the house.

She clumsily moved in his arms, afraid to fall, she held onto his clothes obediently, her eyes bleary as she asked him, “Where is this?”

Jiang Zhi shut the door, “My place.”

She hummed in acknowledgment, then nestled against his shoulder, quiet again like a restless animal, clinging tightly to him, behaving herself.

Jiang Zhi fetched slippers from the shoe cabinet and placed them under her feet, “Lift your feet.”

She didn’t move.

Jiang Zhi had to lift her onto a cabinet in the entryway, bent down to change her shoes, her legs swinging, hitting his hands several times. He coaxed her not to move several times before he successfully changed her shoes and then carried her down from the cabinet, pinching her face, “You really are a handful.”

She grinned and echoed, “A handful.”

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Jiang Zhi laughed.

She too laughed, pulling on his hand unwilling to move, wanting him to carry her.

Jiang Zhi was just about to squat down when she stopped moving and squatted beside him, staring at him with longing eyes, “Jiang Zhi, I’m thirsty again.”