The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie-Chapter 283 - : Jiang Zhi, this clingy little demon~ (One more update

“Come and pick me up.”

“Where are you?”

There was a strong hostility in his tone—he had gone from a lazy, charming cat to a man-eating tiger. “I don’t know.”

Knowing his unpredictable mood, Xiao Yi didn’t dare ask further. “I’m coming right away.”

He commanded, “Hurry up!”

Young Master Zhi was terrible with directions, utterly incapable of telling left from right.

The first time he met 011, it had not been pleasant.

“Hello!”

At that time, Young Master Zhi was eighteen and had gotten lost in a maze-like lab. After coming out of one hospital room, he couldn’t tell his left from his right and had violently kicked a door.

Behind the door, a head popped out.

It was a bald person, very skinny, neither distinctly male nor female.

Young Master Zhi asked Bald, “Which side is left?” He was speaking in English.

Bald stared blankly at him.

Thinking she didn’t understand English, he asked again in Chinese, “Which side is left?”

Her hands were chained, and she extended one through the window of the door, pointing in a direction.

—She pointed to the right.

Because of this, she had almost been killed by him.

There was a saying in Pullman’s Chinese Street, harm Old Master Zhi, and you’ll beg for life; offend Young Master Zhi, and you’ll beg for death.

This father-and-son duo was each more ruthless and unpredictable than the other.

The next day was windy.

Jiang Zhi prepared breakfast, which included white rice porridge, side dishes, along with bacon and ham. Jiang Zhi’s culinary skills had remained at a basic level where he could only cook things thoroughly, yet oddly, he thoroughly enjoyed the process of cooking soup for Xu Fang.

Xu Fang chewed on a slightly tough piece of bacon, not swallowing for a long time, her eyes glued to her mobile phone, completely engrossed.

Jiang Zhi called out to her, “Xu Fang.”

“Hmm.” She didn’t lift her head, her eyes reluctant to move away from her phone.

She was engrossed in a Boys’ Love novel that had just been updated with a hundred thousand words, and she was on the verge of neglecting sleep and food to give likes and send flowers to the author.

Jiang Zhi said, “Don’t play with your phone while eating.”

“Oh.” She verbally agreed but couldn’t bring herself to put the phone down.

Jiang Zhi took her phone away. “Eat first.”

Xu Fang was just at the part where the misunderstanding between the uke and seme was resolved, potentially leading to deeper emotional engagement. She was super eager to continue. “I’ve finished eating.”

“You’ve barely eaten a few bites.” Jiang Zhi placed the spoon in her hand, ignoring her eager look, pocketed the phone, and insisted. “You can’t leave any, you need to finish what’s in the bowl.”

Her dislike for staples was a habit Jiang Zhi had long been unable to rectify. She ate little during meals but constantly snacked on milk cotton candy.

He was quite strict about it.

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Xu Fang obediently ate her porridge.

“Are you not heading to the film set today?”

Jiang Zhi cleared his own bowl. “I’ll drop you at the hospital first, then head there at nine.”

That would be quite a hassle. Xu Fang said, “I don’t need dropping off.”

“I want to drop you off.”

Direct Fang spoke her mind, “Jiang Zhi, you’re so clingy.”

Jiang Zhi: “…”

He didn’t want to deal with this heartless comment.

He stopped talking to her and sat beside her, watching her finish eating.

Xu Fang didn’t leave a single grain of rice. “I’m finished,” she said as she got up to wash the dishes.

“Give it to me.” Jiang Zhi, who didn’t want to deal with her, took her bowl. “You go change.” He went to wash the dishes.

Xu Fang was still in her pink home sportswear.

When she came out after changing, Jiang Zhi had already finished washing the dishes and was waiting for her on the couch.

“I’m ready.”

She wore a pink sweatshirt paired with black capri pants, and her coat was the kind that wrapped from head to toe like a black down jacket, shaped like a piece of charcoal.

Jiang Zhi glanced at her exposed ankles. “Go change into longer pants.”

“But this looks good.” Plus, it was convenient, easy to jump around in. All her pants were like this, some full-length, some capri. Recently, having watched many dramas, her sense of aesthetics had significantly advanced; she felt the full-length trousers weren’t as fashionable as the capris.

“It’s so cold, you can’t expose your ankles,” Jiang Zhi stared at her ankles intently, “You’ll get arthritis when you’re old.”

Zhou Xufang felt she wouldn’t get arthritis; her constitution was like a bull’s, and bulls don’t get arthritis. She didn’t want to change; she wanted to be fashionable because Jiang Zhi was also very fashionable, “Other girls dress like this.”

“Other girls aren’t my girlfriend, I don’t care if they get arthritis, I only care about you,” Jiang Zhi patted her head, “Go change your pants.”

Unfashionable Zhou Xufang, “…Oh,” she hung her head and went to change her pants.

Jiang Zhi also said, “Put on your long underwear too.”

No sweets, he said they would cause hyperglycemia; no capri pants, he said they would cause arthritis; no watching certain shows, he said they teach bad behavior…

Zhou Xufang couldn’t help it and muttered, “Jiang Zhi is an old fuddy-duddy.”

Jiang Zhi heard it loud and clear, “…”

Just a moment ago she’d said he was clingy, now she was calling him an old fuddy-duddy.

When Zhou Xufang changed her pants and came out, she saw Jiang Zhi sitting gloomily, not talking to her. He grabbed his car keys and walked out.

Straight-forward Fang, of course, didn’t realize he was angry, nor did she coax him, just followed him, not even thinking of holding his hand.

With a slam!

Jiang Zhi shut the door, Zhou Xufang was about to leave when he held her back.

She looked at him puzzled, “What’s wrong?”

Building 17 was all Zhou Xufang’s, no one else there, just Zhou Xufang’s gray kitten meowing lazily, and Jiang Zhi’s sullen voice, “Zhou Xufang, have you started to despise me?”

He felt insecure, had felt so at the beginning of their relationship, and still felt so now, even though he had planned where their future kids would go to school, he still felt insecure.

He was afraid that one day Zhou Xufang would tire of him, stop loving him, because even if he looked good, he too would grow old one day…

Zhou Xufang shook her head like a bobble-head, “No.”

Yet, Jiang Zhi still felt uncherished, his voice both querying and a bit wistful, “You rarely kiss me first, rarely show affection first, Zhou Xufang, do you not cherish me now that you’ve got me?”

Zhou Xufang, “…”

She had seen similar phrases in novels where the female protagonist after being wronged by a scumbag asked this.

But she was no scumbag.

“I don’t,” she said very seriously and earnestly, “I cherish.” She raised her hand, awkwardly formal, “I can swear.”

Fearing he wouldn’t believe her, she even kissed him on her own initiative.

Jiang Zhi felt a bit pacified by her actions, snorted, and turned his head away smiling.

Zhou Xufang went over to hold his hand, saying shyly, “I’m just embarrassed.”

Not like Jiang Zhi, who could say anything cheesy…

“What’s there to be embarrassed about, I’m your boyfriend, at home you can do whatever you want with me.” His ears were a bit red, unembarrassed in his speech, “Outside too.”

Zhou Xufang, “…”

He used the word ‘do’, direct and eager, utterly unabashed.

She was thin-skinned.

“Meow.”

“Meow.”

The little gray cat softened its meows, the outside sun leaking through the corridor windows, spreading on the floor, casting two embracing shadows.

Her back was against the wall, held in his arms.

“You ate my lip balm.”

Her voice small and timid, shy.

Jiang Zhi’s voice slightly unstable, “I’ll apply it for you later.”

“Jiang Zhi.”

He distracted, “Hm.”

“We’ll be late.”

“Don’t care.”

Click—

The door opened; he pulled her back inside.

“Meow.”

“Meow.”

The little gray cat started calling again, persistently mewling.

At nine-thirty, Jiang Zhi finally took Zhou Xufang to the hospital.

She sat in the passenger seat, not talking to him.

Jiang Zhi parked the car, unbuckled her seatbelt, “Are you mad at me?”

She ignored him.

Jiang Zhi leaned in to kiss her cheek, like a clingy cat, rubbing his face against her neck, softly pleading, “Fang Bao.”

She didn’t respond, turning her head away, refusing to look at him.

Jiang Zhi’s words breathed hotly by her ear, “I love you.”

Why suddenly say that.

Zhou Xufang blushed, burying her face like an ostrich.

Jiang Zhi annoyingly kept saying, “I love you.”

“I love—”

She covered his mouth, “Stop saying that.” His face was also very hot, just like hers.

Jiang Zhi held her hand, pecking each finger, his eyes full of laughter, “You don’t like to say it, so one of us has to.”