The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie

Chapter 22: 022: Extra Zhou Xufang went to deliver food today

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Early winter, the sun was not strong, and even at noon, it was still somewhat chilly. The Luo Mansion faced the sun, and in the old master’s study, the sunlight just happened to filter through the window sill.

Luo Qinghe pushed the door open and came in.

“Grandfather.”

The old master, Luo Huaiyu, had built his fortune from scratch, initially involved in the building materials industry. In recent years, he had delved into real estate. This old man in his seventies had a full head of white hair but was still vigorous.

“Is everything handled?”

Luo Huaiyu referred to the matter concerning Tianxing.

“Yes, the people at Tianxing have been taken care of, and it won’t involve our Luo Family.”

The Luo Family’s eldest son, Luo Changde, was fatuous and lustful, uninterested in business. After Luo Huaiyu stepped down, the Luo Family had been managed by his eldest granddaughter, Luo Qinghe, who hadn’t made any mistakes over the past few years.

This incident, however, was quite a big deal.

Luo Huaiyu held a pen in his hand, proficient in calligraphy. The last stroke fell on the paper as he looked up, his gaze sharp: “Don’t leave any hidden dangers. Use some means if necessary.”

Luo Qinghe nodded in agreement.

“This matter must not happen again.”

“Understood.”

Exiting the study, Luo Qinghe did not linger and left immediately.

“Qinghe,” a woman came out of the kitchen, calling her gently, “lunch is ready. Would you like to eat before you go?”

This woman, named Xu Yunci, was the wife of Luo Huaiyu’s second son, Luo Chang’an, and had been widowed for over ten years. She had a daughter named Luo Yinghe.

Xu Yunci, at forty-eight, maintained herself well, with a slender and graceful figure, looking like a delicate vine.

“I’m not eating.”

Her attitude was clearly indifferent, even disgusted.

At the door, Luo Qinghe stopped and turned back: “Second Aunt, don’t let me see what’s on your neck again.”

Xu Yunci’s face turned pale instantly, and she subconsciously covered her neck with her hand.

Luo Qinghe sneered and turned to leave. A widowed woman, who rarely went outside, yet had love bites glaringly on her neck.

Secretary Han Feng’s car was parked outside the mansion. Seeing Luo Qinghe come out, he got out from the driver’s seat and opened the rear door. @@novelbin@@

Luo Qinghe got in.

Han Feng handed over a document: “Younger Luo, this is the information on that professional errand runner.”

Luo Qinghe crossed her legs and flipped through a few pages: “A woman?”

“Yes.”

She flipped through the pages one by one, with a meaningful smile: “Not bad.” She closed the document. “I like playing with people like this.”

A professional errand runner, huh? She would like to see if they could turn the sky upside down.

The early winter sky was unpredictable. It rained in the evening, with fine, dense raindrops making the air damp. This rain lasted for several days.

Tianxing’s scandal had been trending for a week before the storm gradually subsided.

“Can’t we catch anyone from the Luo Family?” Zhou Xufang took a sip of her drink, its sweetness making her squint, and then she continued gnawing on ribs.

Shuangjiang typed quickly: “Tianxing’s upper management has taken the blame, and without other evidence, the police can’t move against the Luo Family. Besides, offending the Luo Family would make life difficult.”

Finishing a piece of sweet and sour rib, Shuangjiang sent another message.

“Zhou Qing has been suspended and demoted to a night show host at the radio station.”

Zhou Xufang bit down hard, shattering the entire rib.

How strong was her bite force? She didn’t remember, but she could easily bite a Luo Family member to death. She spit out the rib pieces and cursed the surname Luo: “Scum.”

Shuangjiang followed up with a curse, then continued talking about serious matters: “Ah Fang, I’m afraid the next one Luo Qinghe will target is you.”

Luo Qinghe was extremely vindictive; anyone who crossed her wouldn’t have a peaceful day.

Zhou Xufang wasn’t afraid at all.

“If she comes to provoke me, I’ll beat her.”

After speaking, she finished the last piece of rib, wiped her hands: “Time to go to work.”

Then she turned off the computer, went to the dressing room to change clothes, put on a black fisherman’s hat, carried a skull-patterned bag, and headed to the small supermarket outside the community to work.

Wen Baiyang was still working part-time in the store. At this hour, there weren’t many customers. She was leaning on the cash register, drawing, with a laptop next to her.

Zhou Xufang walked over.

Her shadow blocked the light, casting a shadow over the cash register. Wen Baiyang looked up, smiled at Zhou Xufang, and wrote: “There are still fifteen minutes until eleven.” She wrote another sentence, “You can sit for a while.”

It wasn’t time for her shift yet, so Zhou Xufang found a small stool to sit next to Wen Baiyang.

Wen Baiyang put her laptop into her backpack and took out a pack of candy, asking Zhou Xufang: “Want some candy?”

Zhou Xufang liked sweets.

“Yes.” She reached out.

Wen Baiyang picked a rainbow candy in pink wrapping and placed it in her hand. She unwrapped it and bit it with a crunch.

Wen Baiyang placed all the candy on the cash register and pushed it towards Zhou Xufang, writing on a piece of paper: “Want yogurt?”

Her handwriting was beautiful, neat, and elegant, just like her.

Zhou Xufang nodded: “Yes.”

Wen Baiyang took out a box of yogurt from her bag, inserted a straw, and handed it to Zhou Xufang. She then rummaged through her bag: “I also have jelly.”

She poured all the jelly on the table.

Zhou Xufang had worked part-time at the supermarket several times and had become somewhat familiar with Wen Baiyang. She had brought Wen Baiyang milk last time, and this time Wen Baiyang had brought all her snacks.

Zhou Xufang thought Wen Baiyang was like a little fairy.

She picked a pink jelly and ate it in small bites: “Are you still studying?”

“Yes, I’m a freshman at the Imperial Special Education College.” Wen Baiyang wrote another sentence on the paper, “I’m in the computer science department.”

After writing, she looked up to read Zhou Xufang’s lips.

Zhou Xufang gave her a thumbs-up: “You’re amazing.” Shuangjiang was also in the computer science department, and she thought that anyone in that department was impressive.

Wen Baiyang blushed at the compliment, smiling shyly, and wrote slowly on the paper: “Do you eat eggs? My grandmother has many chickens, so we have a lot of free-range eggs.”

After writing, she turned around and rummaged through another bag for the eggs.

Zhou Xufang tugged at her sleeve: “I can’t eat eggs.” She said, “The ones you gave me last time, I haven’t eaten them either.”

Eating eggs made her drunk, and when she was drunk, she did wrong things.

She remembered the first time she ate eggs, got drunk, and then climbed up a tree to sing “My Motherland.” She refused to come down when others asked her, jumped to another tree, and sang “A Child Without a Mother is Like a Weed.” After singing all the songs she knew, she uprooted all the trees and carried them home…

Wen Baiyang was very surprised, probably never having heard of someone who couldn’t eat eggs, her eyes wide, cheeks flushed with a cute, innocent look: “Can you eat chicken?”

Zhou Xufang said: “Chicken is fine.”

“Then I’ll bring you hand-pulled chicken next time.” Wen Baiyang wrote on the paper, “I can also make marinated chicken feet.”

Zhou Xufang gave her a thumbs-up again: “You’re amazing.” Really, she couldn’t cook anything, didn’t have a kitchen at home, and had to rely on takeout every day. So she thought Wen Baiyang was great. She raised both thumbs, “Really, really amazing.”

Wen Baiyang smiled, her eyes crinkling into crescent moons, her cheeks even redder.

Zhou Xufang thought Wen Baiyang was particularly beautiful.

The next day, after several days of rain, the sky finally cleared.

With the sky clear, Ah Wan thought, his employer was still in a very bad mood, but why? Why was his employer in such a bad mood? He didn’t know.

The employer had only taken two bites of his lunch before tossing his chopsticks aside.

He asked, “Does it not suit your taste?”

Jiang Zhi didn’t say anything, dipping a handkerchief in warm water, carefully wiping his hands, one finger at a time. His fair fingers turned red from the wiping.

Ah Wan thought he was too particular about cleanliness, overly fastidious. He continued to ask, “How about a can of milk?”

Jiang Zhi tossed the handkerchief aside after wiping his hands: “Go get the vice director.”

“Oh.”

Ah Wan went to get Vice Director Zhao.

Vice Director Zhao had been in the middle of his meal and hadn’t even wiped his mouth, which was glistening with oil. He quickly wiped it clean and went in: “Director Jiang, you called for me?”

The room was heated, and the window was open.

Jiang Zhi’s cheeks were a sickly red, whether from the cold wind or the warmth, he seemed indifferent as he asked casually: “Did they replace the extras today?”

Vice Director Zhao didn’t understand: “No, it’s the same group as last time.”

Jiang Zhi reclined on the lounge chair: “Get out.”

Vice Director Zhao: “…”

So, why did the director call him in the first place?

Ah Wan followed him out and hinted: “Wasn’t Zhou Xufang supposed to come today?”

Vice Director Zhao didn’t have a clue: “Zhou Xufang, who’s that?”

Ah Wan didn’t say more, unsure of his employer’s thoughts.

Vice Director Zhao lost his appetite, going around to ask: “Does anyone know who Zhou Xufang is?”

Newly minted Weaver Fang Lixiang answered loudly: “Vice Director, I know, I know. Zhou Xufang is a particularly excellent extra, really, very excellent. She can bring the dead back to life with her acting!”

Vice Director Zhao: “…”

Urala Clan’s Lixiang really stood out. Her friend, extra Zhou Xufang, must also be outstanding and excellent.

Vice Director Zhao called the head of the extras: “Get Zhou Xufang to come act.”

And he added: “You can raise her salary.”

And emphasized: “As long as she comes, I’ll give her more scenes!”

Maybe she was the next Weaver.

Five minutes later, Vice Director Zhao received a reply from the head of the extras: “Extra Zhou Xufang is unavailable today.”

Vice Director Zhao asked: “What’s she doing?” How could she not act, wasting away her talent!

The head said: “She’s delivering takeout.”

Vice Director Zhao: “…”

She even had a side job, this was not an excellent extra!

Vice Director Zhao grabbed an assistant: “Go to the director’s rest area and inform them that Zhou Xufang is delivering takeout today, can’t come to act.”

The assistant relayed the message to Ah Wan.

Ah Wan then told his employer: “Boss, Miss Zhou is delivering takeout today.”

Jiang Zhi pulled the blanket on the lounge chair up to cover the collarbone peeking from his shirt, with a couple of coughs: “When did I ask her?”

Ah Wan: “…”

Employer Jiang: “Go warm up some milk for me. It should be 28 degrees, not a degree higher.”

Ah Wan: “…”

He had to go home and tell his mom, who treated Jiang Zhi like her own son, that her ‘own son’ Jiang Zhi was really insufferable.