The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie

Chapter 23: 023: Your delivery has arrived, please give a good review

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“Brother Zhi.”

The door was pushed open.

Short hair and a white dress, it was Jiang Wei’er: “Why are you bullying Ah Wan again?”

Ah Wan felt that in the entire Jiang family, the only rational ones were Old Lady Jiang and Jiang Wei’er.

“Fifth Miss.” Ah Wan greatly admired Jiang Wei’er because she had tough fists; she used to practice Taekwondo. Two years ago, she met Xiao Linsu and stopped, which was a pity… Sigh, he went out and ordered takeout for his employer who had barely eaten anything.

Jiang Zhi lay on his side and didn’t get up: “What are you here for?”

“Call me aunt, don’t be so informal.” Jiang Wei’er lifted her dress, sat down, and placed a foot on the coffee table, shaking her white canvas shoes with a rather bold posture.

“Xiao Linsu.” Jiang Zhi called out indifferently.

As soon as Jiang Wei’er heard it, she thought he was really coming and immediately retracted her foot, bringing her legs together and placing her hands neatly on her knees, sitting up straight like a proper lady, then looked toward the door.

There was no sign of Xiao Linsu.

Jiang Wei’er pursed her lips, raised her eyebrows, and looked at Jiang Zhi with a smile: “Feeling itchy for a beating?”

He glanced at her white dress, got up from the lounge chair, wearing only a low-cut sweater, his collarbone faintly visible from the disheveled neckline.

Such fine bones and skin.

Jiang Wei’er’s impression of her late third brother and third sister-in-law had become blurry. She didn’t know what kind of looks they had to produce such a stunning appearance as Jiang Zhi.

He asked her: “Aren’t you tired?”

The white dress was something Xiao Linsu liked, the light makeup and soft smile with bright eyes were also what Xiao Linsu liked. The real Jiang Wei’er should be the one in leather jackets and shorts, smoking and fighting, clubbing and DJing, laughing and drinking heartily.

Now, as she restrained herself like this, there was none of that uninhibited spirit left.

Jiang Wei’er didn’t change her sitting posture, still sitting properly like a lady: “What do you know, this is called being madly in love.” She spoke righteously, “When you have your own little ancestor someday, you’ll understand that for love, you can even become a grandson.”

Jiang Zhi used his finger to hook the collar and pull it up, covering the collarbone. The gray sweater just set off his fair skin. He hummed lightly: “Stop talking nonsense.”

A grandson?

Only a real grandson would become a grandson.

Jiang Wei’er didn’t argue with him: “The movie you’re collaborating on with Bao Yi, is it aiming for a big award?”

He got up, took a pill, and swallowed it with water. Drinking quickly made his throat itch, he suppressed a cough: “Say what you mean.”

“Is Linsu suitable for that role?”

Two years ago, Xiao Linsu was still lukewarm in the industry. It was one of Jiang Zhi’s films that made him shine. Xiao Linsu probably still didn’t know that if Jiang Wei’er hadn’t intervened, he would never have gotten that role.

Jiang Zhi put the cup down: “Not suitable.”

Jiang Wei’er didn’t say anything else: “Got it, I’m going to work now.”

The fifth Miss of the Jiang family, with all the wealth she could have, chose to work as an assistant for someone else.

“Isn’t it better to be someone else’s ancestor?” Jiang Zhi, indifferent to the matter, said: “Why insist on being someone’s grandson?”

Xue Bingxue treated her like an ancestor, but she chose to be Xiao Linsu’s grandson instead.

Such a great ambition.

Jiang Wei’er smoothed out her white dress: “Stop mocking me, you’d better be careful or you’ll become a grandson one day.”

Jiang Zhi took a sip of water, his Adam’s apple rolled: “I’m the ancestor.”

“Just wait and see.”

Jiang Wei’er smiled and left.

At this moment, Ah Wan came in: “Boss, I ordered takeout for you,” he particularly added, “Miss Zhou delivered it.”

Ah Wan felt that Miss Zhou and his employer were meant to be, even ordering takeout could lead to an encounter. Ah, love.

“Come in.”

His voice was a bit hoarse, and his coughing had worsened.

It was winter, and his health seemed to have deteriorated.

When Zhou Xufang came in carrying the takeout, Jiang Zhi was getting dressed, his fair neck completely covered, wrapped tightly. She had heard from Fang Lixiang that Jiang Zhi was born with weak health, his heart and lungs were in poor condition, and he had chronic organ failure, which was incurable.

How pitiful.

She recognized Ah Wan’s order, knowing it was for Jiang Zhi, she had specially added a few mantis shrimps for him.

Jiang Zhi noticed she was wearing a takeout delivery outfit, with a yellow helmet on her head, and her small face was red from the wind outside.

“Are you delivering takeout because you think being an extra doesn’t pay well?” His brows were unfriendly, in a bad mood, and not feeling well.

Zhou Xufang shook her head and answered honestly: “The owner of the congee shop is someone I know. I only help out when it’s very busy during the weekends.”

She placed the takeout on the table: “Eat while it’s hot.” There were many shrimps inside.

Jiang Zhi stood, separated from her by a sofa: “How much do you get for a takeout order?”

Indeed, he was curious about her.

He should have hated women but was incredibly curious about her, a curiosity that drove him mad, made him restless and uncomfortable, even a bit at a loss.

Zhou Xufang replied: “It depends on the distance, this order is seven yuan.” Her expression was blank and cool, but she was serious, “A good review makes it eight yuan.”

“…”

Jiang Zhi felt a throbbing pain in his head. @@novelbin@@

Eight yuan, how many orders would she have to deliver to buy a can of imported milk?

Zhou Xufang habitually pressed down on the hat on her head, hiding her face: “I’ll go deliver more takeout then.”

She turned to leave.

Jiang Zhi stopped her: “How are you getting there?”

Zhou Xufang turned back, her hat was a size too big, covering her head, making her face look small and her eyes large, her gaze always cold, solitary yet pure.

She answered him: “I drive.”

Delivering takeout and she could afford a car?

At this moment—

Assistant Director Zhao yelled through a megaphone outside, the entire set could hear him: “Whose tricycle is this? You can’t park here!”

Zhou Xufang reacted in a second and ran out: “Mine, mine!”

It was the first time seeing her being so lively, not lifeless, finally like a girl of her age.

Jiang Zhi: “…”

His head started to hurt again, his lungs too, and his throat felt sore from the coughing.

Ah Wan quickly went to get water, not forgetting to speak well of Zhou Xufang: “Miss Zhou works so hard. Boss, let’s give her a good review.”

He genuinely admired this hardworking girl, despite her poverty.

Jiang Zhi didn’t say anything, opened the takeout, looked at it for a long while, and then started eating.

Seeing no objections, Ah Wan picked up his phone to give a good review and then discovered something amazing: “Wow, there’s an option to tip the rider.” Thinking that Miss Zhou had it tough, only earning eight yuan, he suggested, “Boss, let’s tip Miss Zhou.”

Jiang Zhi held the spoon, his slender fingers gripping the handle. His skin was fair, with a hint of thinness, and faint blue veins showed on the back of his hand: “If you want to tip, then tip, why tell me.”

Ah Wan went ahead to tip. He didn’t order takeout often and wasn’t familiar with the app, so he fumbled with it for a while and then discovered: “The most I can tip is only fifty yuan.”

Although his salary wasn’t very high, he wanted to tip a thousand yuan.

Never mind, he would tip more next time.

After tipping, Ah Wan was a bit excited: “This also has the rider’s phone number, I can add Miss Zhou on WeChat.”

Clank.

The spoon hit the bowl, Jiang Zhi looked up: “Why add her on WeChat?”

His face was stunning, but those peach blossom eyes always looked like they were hiding something sinister, a true young master from an aristocratic family, his aura was indeed strong.

Ah Wan felt uneasy under his gaze, this big guy, six feet three and weighing two hundred pounds, weakly said: “We’re friends, after all.”

Jiang Zhi threw the spoon and coughed lightly, took a napkin to wipe the corner of his mouth: “I never noticed before how self-deluded you are.”

“…”

This person was really annoying!

Ah Wan insisted on adding her on WeChat.

“Give me the phone number.”

Out of nowhere, Jiang Zhi said.

Ah Wan’s brain took a second to catch up: “What phone number?”

Jiang Zhi squinted his eyes, those peach blossom eyes void of any softness, deep like ink.

“Oh.”

Ah Wan gave his employer the number for Zhou Xufang, the extra who applied screen protectors and delivered takeout on the side.