The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie-Chapter 200 - : Important boss appears, ice and snow confession

Chapter 200: 200: Important boss appears, ice and snow confession

The servant came over and said, “Old Lady Jiang, Mr. Xue has arrived.”

Miss Xue Bingxue was led over by someone.

Old Lady Jiang stood up to greet her, “Bingxue, come quickly, we have saved a seat for you.”

There was only one seat empty at the table, next to Jiang Wei’er.

It seemed Old Lady Jiang was intent on playing matchmaker.

Miss Xue Bingxue handed the gift she was carrying to the servant and walked over, “Aunt Jiang.”

Old Lady Jiang smiled amiably, “Please sit down.”

He remained standing and glanced at Jiang Wei’er.

It was said that Mr. Xue was very afraid of Jiang Family’s “Little Witch,” and it was no lie; he dared not sit without her permission.

Jiang Wei’er, with her legs crossed, gave him a disdainful look, “Why are you looking at me? Just sit down when you’re told.”

Only then did Xue Bingxue sit down next to her.

The young people’s intentions, how could the old foxes at the table not see that Mr. Xue’s entire heart was set on Jiang Family’s fifth son?

“Brother Lin.”

Jiang Wei Li shifted the topic toward him and asked, “Do you have a girlfriend yet?”

Jiang Xiaolin, sitting upright, in a suit and appearing mature and steady, replied, “No.”

Jiang Wei Li was a smiling tiger, always having a smile on his face while jokingly asked, “Truly do not have or pretending not to have?” The eldest grandson of the main house was already twenty-eight and still not married.

Jiang Xiaolin smiled without saying a word, busying himself with his tea, never discussing his private matters.

Beside him, his father, Jiang Weikai, started speaking in a deep voice, “You’re nearly thirty, still no news, even Brother Zhi, who is much younger, has a girlfriend. What are you doing all day and night?” There was a note of dissatisfaction in his tone.

Jiang Weikai was the eldest son, the most conservative, believing one should establish a family before a career. However, in recent years, there wasn’t even a proper girlfriend around Jiang Xiaolin, his secretaries were all male.

He was excessively distant from women.

Jiang Fuli joined in, half-jokingly said, “The eldest cousin has been busy with company matters, Uncle, you need not worry. He’s very popular; several families’ daughters have asked me about him.”

Due to a previous instance in the Jiang Family of coming out, Jiang Weikai was particularly concerned about his son’s marital matters, “What are their family backgrounds like?”

Jiang Fuli laughed, “Those who come to ask me, of course, are all suitable.”

Jiang Weikai put down his teacup and made a direct command, “Find some time for matchmaking.”

Among the Jiang Family grandchildren, Jiang Xiaolin was thought to be the most pleasing, so everyone assumed he would agree, but he thwarted his father’s wishes in front of everyone, “Dad, anything else is up to you, but please do not interfere with my marital matters.”

“Do you already have a girl you like?”

He did not answer.

Jiang Weikai’s expression turned unhappy, “I don’t care about anything else, but a girl with poor family background is unacceptable.”

Jiang Wei Li picked up where his elder brother left off, “What era is this still talking about equal social rank?”

Crash!

Zhou Xufang’s teacup dropped.

She was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly wiped the tea off the table, “Sorry.”

This seamless acting skill…

She must have watched quite a few novels where couples were beaten with rods because of mismatched social status.

Jiang Zhi slightly raised his eyelids, gave her a look, and continued the act, “Such a big person, can’t even hold a teacup steadily,” his tone was accusatory.

He was playing the bad cop.

Old Lady Jiang, the senior of the house, was to play the good cop, “You’re blaming her, yet you also need people to wait on you.” She smiled at Zhou Xufang, “Ignore him, this ancestor, very bad tempered.”

Zhou Xufang forced a smile GIF.

It was almost eight o’clock, Old Lady Jiang called for Ah Gui, instructing, “Tell the kitchen to serve the dishes please.”

“Yes, Old Lady.”

Soon the dishes were all served, and just as they were about to begin eating, another guest arrived.

“Old Lady Jiang, Mr. Xu Wu has arrived.”

The Xu Family was Old Lady Jiang’s maternal family; this Mr. Xu mentioned by Jiang Chuan was the son of Old Lady Jiang’s youngest brother, ranked fifth among the grandchildren in her family.

People were still at the door when a greeting came through, “Aunt.”

Old Lady Jiang put down her chopsticks, “Why has Po Zhi come at this time? Have you eaten yet?”

Po Zhi was the illegitimate son of Fifth Master Xu, who had lost his son seven years ago and was left without an heir. Fearing he’d die without anyone to send him off, he brought his illegitimate son back to the Xu Family and named him Po Zhi.

Po Zhi entered the room, “I haven’t eaten yet. My father asked me to bring you some tea leaves. Fearing it would be too late and you’d already be resting, I came early. I apologize for disturbing your meal, Aunt.”

As the person approached, Zhou Xufang finally noticed his eyes.

Po Zhi’s left eye was damaged, the eyeball immobile, probably a prosthetic eye. He also had a fierce appearance—when he looked at someone, the prosthetic ocular bulged outward excessively, making it somewhat daunting.

“Jiang Chuan, go add a bowl and chopsticks,” Old Lady Jiang also instructed the servants to bring a chair over, beckoning Po Zhi to sit, “We’ve only just begun dining; please sit down and join us.”

Po Zhi sat down directly opposite Zhou Xufang.

He was in his thirties, of average build, and rough-looking. He was dressed in a well-tailored suit, his one working eye turning towards Zhou Xufang, “This must be Brother Zhi’s girlfriend?”

Zhou Xufang looked towards Jiang Zhi.

He kept it brief, “This is a cousin from the Xu Family, call him ‘Cousin.'”

Zhou Xufang looked at the man, “Cousin.”

Po Zhi nodded, his right eyeball shifted away, but the damaged left one lingered awkwardly on Zhou Xufang.

The Jiang Family upheld many rules—no talking while eating and no talking while sleeping, so the dining table was quite quiet until Old Lady Jiang put down her chopsticks, then chatted with Po Zhi.

“I heard from your father that you have also started working at the company, how is it going, everything smooth?”

Po Zhi looked rough but spoke in a refined manner much like the Xu Family members, biting off his words like an ancient scholar, “Thanks to several elder brothers, things are going quite smoothly.”

The old lady asked a few more questions, all of which Po Zhi answered. The aunt and nephew enjoyed their conversation.

The meal passed with both host and guest in good spirits.

After the meal, Jiang Zhi was called over by the old lady, and Zhou Xufang sat for a while in the front hall but feeling uncomfortable, she found an excuse to leave for a walk.

Outside in the courtyard, she encountered Jiang Fuli.

“Miss Zhou.”

Zhou Xufang returned the greeting, “Miss Jiang.”

Jiang Fuli with an inquisitive look, “We met at the hospital before, do you remember me?” She had recognized her at the dinner table.

The very person who had bumped into her at the hospital and claimed to be Black Impermanence.

Zhou Xufang remained unflustered, her gaze steady, “I don’t remember.”

“…”

That kind of response could choke a person.

Jiang Fuli then ‘kindly’ reminded her, “You weren’t very friendly to me back then.” At the time, she didn’t know the reason, but now she thought it must have something to do with Jiang Zhi.

Zhou Xufang was surprised, “Really?” She remained calm, “I don’t remember.”

Unacknowledged.

Indeed an interesting person.

Jiang Fuli, arms crossed, stood under the shade of a tree while the Tibetan Mastiff named Fula circled around her, “Were you and Jiang Zhi together back then?”

Zhou Xufang played dumb seriously, “When?”

Jiang Fuli smiled, “Probably,” she paused in thought, “two months ago.”

Zhou Xufang, “No.” She didn’t want to chat or deal with her.

Right then, Fang Lixiang’s call came through.

Zhou Xufang had an excuse, “I’m sorry, I have to take this call.” She turned away, the person behind her still there, playing with the dog.

Zhou Xufang answered, “What’s wrong?”

Fang Lixiang, “Are you free tomorrow? My film is premiering, please come to see it.”

Zhou Xufang in surprise, “Did you run into Sunny?”

Fang Lixiang was also surprised, “Sunny? Who is that?”

Zhou Xufang angrily, “What did she say?”

Fang Lixiang confused, “What?!”

Zhou Xufang was even more furious, “Shameless woman, seducing someone else’s boyfriend and then having the audacity to show off about it.”

Fang Lixiang, “Zhou Xufang, Zhou Xufang? You are Zhou Xufang, right?”

Zhou Xufang turned back, glanced at Jiang Fuli with an awkward smile, then avoided further conversation while talking on the phone, “What does Jiang Zhi have to do with this? It’s all that woman’s fault, she’s shameless!”

Dialogues taken from “My Husband is Super Sweet.”

Once she was further away and Jiang Fuli could no longer hear her, Zhou Xufang said, “I was just pretending.”

“I could tell,” Fang Lixiang asked, “what happened?”

Zhou Xufang wasn’t joking, she said seriously, “There are bad people trying to harm my boyfriend.”

Fang Lixiang, “…”

The word harm fully demonstrated Zhou Xufang’s deep hatred toward that evildoer.

At that moment, Jiang Zhi was still in Old Lady Jiang’s room, afraid of the cold, nestling in a wooden chair that accommodated a brazier.

“Brother Zhi, tell me the truth, are you serious about this Miss Zhou?”

Jiang Zhi didn’t answer but retorted back, “Do I look like I’m playing?”

Old Lady Jiang couldn’t put it into words, but something felt off, “What is her family background?”

“I didn’t ask.” His attitude was indifferent.

Such an attitude.

Old Lady Jiang reprimanded, “You’re really too careless.”

He was unconcerned, “It’s just dating, not as if we are getting married immediately.” He coughed twice, his eyes moist and voice dragging, lazily feeble, “Besides, I’m not even sure if I’ll live long enough to get married.”

This indifferent demeanor seemed almost resigned.

Old Lady Jiang was both angry and heartbroken, “You’re speaking such ominous words again.” She didn’t have the heart to scold him further, speaking kindly to him, “You are doing well now, Vice President Sun also mentioned that your health has improved recently, once winter is over and the weather becomes warmer, we can try the new medication.”

New medication?

Again, new medication.

Jiang Zhi hummed a response, too lazy to continue the conversation.

At this moment, Xu Pozhi knocked on the door, calling from outside, “Aunt Jiang.”

Jiang Zhi stood up from the chair, “I’m going back.”

“You’re not staying overnight?”

He walked out leisurely, “Not staying.”

At the door, Xu Pozhi called out ‘Brother Zhi’, Jiang Zhi didn’t stop but responded perfunctorily, his head lowered, staring at his phone.

Fangbao’s Boyfriend: “Where are you?”

Fangbao: “In your room.”

Jiang Zhi went to the second floor to find her.

She was standing in front of a half-person-tall vase, bending over to look closely at the pattern, examining it very closely.

Jiang Zhi locked the door, walked over, and hugged her from behind, his whole body clinging to her like he had no bones, “Shall we go back now, or stay a bit longer?”

Zhou Xufang turned around, “Don’t we need to sleep here?”

“Fearing you might not be comfortable, let’s sleep at our own place.”

Zhou Xufang uttered an ‘oh’, pointing at the vase and asking, “Jiang Zhi, can I take this vase with me?”

Zhou Xufang didn’t know that in Jiang Zhi’s room, except for the ‘exorcism painting’ at the bedside, everything else was a valuable treasure, and the vase she admired was an antique and quite expensive.

Jiang Zhi didn’t plan on telling her, so he asked, “You like it?”

She nodded, “It’s very pretty.”

She liked beautiful things, like chandeliers, like cotton candy boxes, and like Jiang Zhi.

“You can take it, everything in this room is yours.” Jiang Zhi pulled up a chair and sat down, his hand resting on her waist, looking up at her with an expression so tender it was utterly sloppy, “I am, too.”

Skill level in romantic talk: master.

Too bad, Zhou Xufang was straight.

Zhou Xufang, “You’re not a thing.”

Jiang Zhi: “…”

“Jiang Zhi.”

Jiang Zhi pulled her onto his lap and nibbled on her neck with his teeth, murmuring in a muffled voice, “Hmm.”

Zhou Xufang squirmed with laughter, “That Uncle Xu, is he a good person or a bad person?” She thought that man was strange.

“According to your standards, he should be a bad person.”

Zhou Xufang’s criteria for defining good and bad people were simple: those who harmed others were bad, and all others were good.

“What about according to your standards?”

Jiang Zhi looked into her eyes, clearly defined in black and white, “In my book, there’s no good or bad, only enemies and friends, useful and useless.” He only cared about benefit and harm. As for good and evil, right and wrong, those were for cops and judges to decide.

Zhou Xufang then changed her question, “Is he an enemy?”

“Not for now.” Jiang Zhi asked, “Are you afraid of him?”

“Afraid of what?”

“His eyes.”

The eyes of Xu Pozhi were indeed frightening, being fake eyeballs placed in his sockets, which made him look eerie when he stared.

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Zhou Xufang shook her head, “Is he as frightening as me? He only has one bad eye, but both of mine can turn red.” Xu Pozhi probably hadn’t fainted anyone with fear, but she had.

She was a hundred times more terrifying than him.

To Jiang Zhi, beauty lies in the lover’s eyes; he didn’t think so: “Where are you scary? Even when your eyes turn red, they are the prettiest.”

Zhou Xufang giggled shyly.

“Jiang Zhi.”

“Hmm.”

“I heard a cat meowing. Does the Jiang Family have a cat too?”

“It’s Fuxi’s cat.”

The cat, named by Fuxi, was He Xi.

“Meow.”

“Meow.”

He Xi was an orange cat, and though the saying goes ‘ten oranges, nine fat,’ He Xi was thin. It lay on the windowsill, continuously crying.

The light inside the room was dim; its owner brought over some cat food.

He Xi sniffed it and turned its head away.

Its owner reached out, grabbed its neck, and twisted its head back, pressing it into the cat food, “Why won’t you eat?”

She said, “Come on, eat.”

“Meow.”

The room was large and empty, echoing, “He really likes orange cats.”

“Meow.”

She murmured as if to herself, “But why doesn’t he like you?”

“Meow.”

She got up and opened the window. The moonlight streamed in, mingling with the light inside and falling on a painting that depicted only a pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes.

The wind blew into the studio, sweeping up cat fur around the room.

The moon climbed high, the night was just right, and Fula persistently barked in the yard.

Jiang Wei’er roared fiercely, and it quieted down.

Xue Bingxue walked on the cobblestone path in the yard, “No need to see me out, it’s cold outside.”

Jiang Wei’er hadn’t worn a coat, just a sweater, hands in his pockets, following her, “Old Madam asked me to escort you, I must obey the Empress Dowager’s order.” She rubbed her hands, almost frozen stiff, “Sorry about it, my grandmother is starting to meddle again in matchmaking.”

The person ahead suddenly stopped.

“What’s wrong?”

He was silent for a long while before turning around, “No meddling.” His hands moved uncomfortably, from the back to the front, and from the front to the back, finally resting neatly against his trousers. He swallowed slightly, mustering courage, “Didn’t you know that I—”

Jiang Wei’er interrupted, “I know.”