The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie-Chapter 172 - : 172: Progress in Joanne cp, Ah Fang drunk again (see beyond the question

Chapter 172: 172: Progress in Joanne cp, Ah Fang drunk again (see beyond the question

He reached out, his hand cradling her chin, “I’m unmarried, single, an adult male.”

She was completely baffled.

“Do you understand what I’m saying?”

Her face started to heat up, her neck as well, and her ears—all of them turned red. She instinctively wanted to dodge but couldn’t escape because he was holding her chin, forcing her to look into his eyes.

Fiery, urgent, and an unmistakable desire, things she had never seen in his eyes before, seemed to be drawing her in.

She understood but had never thought of it that way before.

Staring at him for a long time, she finally retreated until her back hit the refrigerator. It was so sudden, she hadn’t had time to think it over and felt a bit dizzy, her sign language slow and sluggish.

Blushing, she responded, “I have a lot of respect for you.” After a pause, she added, “Always.”

…

Respect.

Meaning there was no romantic feeling.

He was too hasty; this girl had just grown up and still saw him as an elder.

Qiao Nanchu chuckled, “I’m only six years older than you. Stop respecting me that way.” His tone was negotiating, almost coaxing, “Just think of me as a man, okay?”

Her eyelashes fluttered for a long time before she lowered her head and made a gesture with her hand, “Okay.”

Such a good girl.

He had always loved her obedience, her quietness, her easy nature, but he didn’t know when he had started to love her as a person. Was it when she cut her hair short at eighteen? When she wore a dress at seventeen? Or when she was sixteen, bullied outside, crying on his back? He wasn’t sure anymore, maybe even earlier.

Then he waited for her to grow up, to understand the boundaries between men and women, to know about the joy of love between them.

He had intended to wait a bit longer, but just now, after seeing her bustling about, the idea of marriage suddenly came to him, and the words slipped out in the heat of the moment.

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Luckily, the girl he’d raised was well-behaved; even if startled, she wouldn’t run away.

Qiao Nanchu felt a bit thirsty, licked his lips, “Colleagues at the bureau are waiting for me, I have to go back for a meeting and can’t take you home. Don’t go by yourself, wait here, I’ll have the driver come to pick you up.”

Wen Baiyang nodded, still blushing, not daring to look into his eyes like before.

Qiao Nanchu hesitated for a moment, then placed his hand on her head, caressing the obedient girl, then smiled and drew his hand back as he observed her awkward stiffness.

She stood dumbly in front of the refrigerator.

He grabbed the documents and keys, and just as he was leaving through the entryway, she followed with a small paper bag.

“Is there something else you want to say?”

She handed him the small paper bag.

Qiao Nanchu accepted it.

She explained in sign language, “My friend said this is very useful,”, perhaps moved by his earlier words, her eyes timid, “and it can also be used as a hand cream.”

He looked inside the bag; how ironic, he had previously mocked Jiang Zhi for using this stuff.

Remembering this,

Qiao Nanchu chuckled to himself, Jiang Zhi asking him, “What’s so funny?”

Looking at his own hands covered in lotion, he asked Jiang Zhi out of the blue, “How did you manage to win Zhou Xufang over?”

Jiang Zhi understood; this guy couldn’t wait any longer.

In July, the girl had her coming-of-age ceremony; the very next day, this guy bought a ring fitted for a ring finger, and he happened to see it, just one thought in his mind, this guy was a beast; she was still so young.

Yet, after he himself met Zhou Xufang, he understood; a man becomes a beast in front of a girl he likes.

Jiang Beast, “You can’t learn it.”

Beast Qiao raised an eyebrow, “Do tell.”

Jiang Beast with an arrogant look, “By the face.”

Beast Qiao “…”

At 8:20 PM, as the banquet was about to begin, tea and wine were first served at the tables, and shortly after, the music started, and a famous actor from Tingyu Building came on stage, singing a lively opera piece.

At that moment, Luo Changde stood up from his seat; the entire Tingyu Building had been rented out by the Zou Family. Besides the packed main hall on the third floor, the other private rooms were empty; he picked one and entered.

After taking a call, he spoke in a hushed, tense voice, “The money has been transferred to you.”

The room was dark, only lit by the dim light from the mobile phone screen, which cast his gaunt face in half-shadow.

“Once you arrive in Imperial City, find a place to stay first, and we’ll handle the rest of the money when we meet.”

Not clear what the person on the other end said, Luo Changde coldly chuckled, his tone menacing, “Don’t get any funny ideas, or else you won’t even know how you died.”

“Just remember one thing, I only want the item, not your life; her fate, however, might be different.”

Outside, footsteps passed by; Luo Changde lowered his voice even further, and finally, “You don’t need me to teach you how to cover up a murder, do you?”

Then he hung up, glanced outside the room to make sure no one was around, and left.

Outside, the opera had reached its midpoint.

The mobile phone on the table lit up, Luo Qinghe glanced at the caller ID and answered the phone.

“Younger Luo,” it was his secretary Shen Yue; because there was singing nearby, his voice was a bit louder, “Peng Xianzhi’s son has contacted Chairman Luo.”

Luo Qinghe looked at the wine glass in his hand, silent for a long while, “First keep an eye on them, don’t scare the snake.”

“I understand.”

After she hung up the phone, Luo Changde just returned to the table and sat down beside her.

At the climax of the Kunqu opera performance on stage, the guests applauded warmly.

Luo Qinghe poured a glass of wine and placed it in front of Luo Changde, who glanced at it but did not pick it up.

She smiled, with a mix of genuine and feigned tone, “Why aren’t you drinking? Afraid I poisoned it?”

Luo Changde remained silent, his eyebrows furrowed and his expression cold.

“Father,” she herself picked up the glass she had poured and took a small sip, “If I really didn’t wish you well, you wouldn’t have been discharged from the hospital so quickly.”

Luo Changde scoffed, “It was just a small cut, and I ended up in the ICU twice. If I hadn’t been discharged quickly, I might have ended up dying there.”

Luo Qinghe’s expression changed slightly, her brows and eyes cooling, she did not continue the conversation. He still suspected her; the errand runner Z had just casually instigated, and he began to guard against her, to catch her weaknesses.

How frustrating.

In the middle of the venue sat two tables occupied by the Four Great Families, one for the elders and one for the younger generation.

Qiao Nanchu was seated to the left, looking up in the direction of the Luo father and daughter. He nudged Jiang Zhi with his knee, indicating for him to look their way, “Look.” He nodded toward the Luo father and daughter, “They’re panicking.”

Jiang Zhi leaned back in his chair, with everyone else having tea or wine in front of them, while he had only a bowl of soup. He lazily glanced over then withdrew his gaze, commenting, “It’s only fun when dogs bite each other.”

Xue Baoyi was playing a game beside them, not paying attention to their conversation.

Qiao Nanchu chatted casually, asking nonchalantly, “Did you do this?”

Jiang Zhi replied just as casually, “Just framed them arbitrarily.” After Luo Changde had been in the ICU twice, he gave a slight hint, and he pointed it to Luo Qinghe.

Last time, Zhou Xufang also casually incited, and that father and daughter duo harbored suspicions against each other. The family ties of the Luo family were indeed fragile, each one a self-serving atomist; they were the easiest to drive a wedge between.

At that moment, Xue Baoyi chuckled, laughing quite freely.

Don’t misunderstand; it wasn’t because he won in some shooter game. Winning a game? Unless his “dad” helped him, he could never manage that in this life; instead, he had just been shot in the neck by a bandit in the game and had died.

His laughter was due to an incoming call, the contact named—Fang Xijing.

This scoundrel clearly had the number saved but still had to play Qiao, feigning nonchalance, and asked, “Who is it?”

“… ”

He always asked this way.

Fang Lixiang silently cursed a few times but spoke very respectfully on the phone, “It’s me, Lixiang, Boss.”

Xue Baoyi dragged his words out like a lord, his voice tone wildly playful, yet portraying an air of ‘the busy lord has no time for you’.

What a bureaucrat!

Fang Lixiang, a minor employee, could only bear it, and she quickly got to the main point, “Boss, are you with Director Jiang?”

Xue Baoyi sat up straight, “You’re not looking for me?” His eyes flicked to the left, full of emotion.

Jiang Zhi sitting on his left didn’t respond to him.

On the phone, Fang Lixiang continued with the main point, “I’m looking for Director Jiang.”

“What do you want with him?” Xue Baoyi was clearly dissatisfied and deliberately harsh, his tone so fierce that those around him couldn’t ignore it, “Why are you calling me if you want to talk to him!”

His tone was as if he were owed a huge debt.

Fang Lixiang didn’t know what was displeasing this rich man, and she dared not ask. She adopted the tone she used when acting as an eunuch, “It’s like this, Boss, Director Jiang might not have saved my number, I just called him but was rejected.” The eunuch cautiously asked, “Could you pass the phone to Director Jiang for a moment?”

The response was cold, “No.”

Really wanted to snipe him in the head! Fang Lixiang smiled, “Oh, then I’m sorry for the disturbance, I’ll try calling a few more times.”

She was about to hang up.

Xue Baoyi spitefully said, “Wait.”

Fang Lixiang: “Thank you, Boss.”

He turned his head, no longer even using Brother Zhi, directly, “Jiang Zhi!” Throwing the phone as if Jiang Zhi owed him 8 million, “It’s for you.”

Jiang Zhi didn’t move, looking absolutely miserable, “Who?”

Xue Baoyi tossed a peanut into his mouth, then another, the second one missing and hitting Qiao Nanchu in the face.

Qiao Nanchu sent him a look.

He grunted, “An ungrateful D-list actress.”

Jiang Zhi didn’t bother listening to his nonsense and took the call.

The ungrateful D-list actress spoke first, “Hello, Director Jiang.” Afraid the well-known director wouldn’t recognize her voice, she quickly announced her name, “I’m Fang Lixiang.”

Jiang Zhi: “What is it?”

Fang Lixiang asked, “Can you come to pick up Zhou Xufang?”

Upon hearing the name Zhou Xufang, the lackluster look in Jiang Zhi’s eyes suddenly sparked to life, “What happened to her?”

Before Fang Lixiang could respond, a cheerful song burst through the phone, “Our motherland is a garden, a garden where flowers bloom so bright. Warm sunlight shines upon us, smiles on everyone’s faces, haha, ha, smiles on everyone’s faces…”

It was Zhou Xufang singing, and she seemed quite happy.

Fang Lixiang explained the situation, “She is singing to a traffic cop on the road, and no matter how I pull her, she won’t leave.”