The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie

Chapter 29: 029: Oh no, it’s the feeling of a heart attack

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Jiang Zhi stopped in his tracks, turned his head, and his eyes darkened with a trace of barely detectable anger. “Zhou Xufang, where is she?”

Ah Wan felt a cold wave rushing towards her and quickly shrank her neck. “In the changing room.”

At the moment, there was no one in the changing room.

“Xu Fang!”

“Xu Fang!”

Fang Lixiang rushed in, but saw no one; only the curtain was drawn. Without thinking, she yanked open the curtain. “Xu—”

The voice was stuck in her throat as she stared at Zhou Xufang’s exposed shoulder, her eyes nearly popping out.

So white…

That was her first reaction.

The second reaction was shock. There was a scar under Zhou Xufang’s shoulder, about the size of a thumb, and a black string hung around her neck, tied to a polished metal round piece.

She covered it with her clothes.

“I’m changing.”

Then, she pulled the curtain closed with one hand.

Fang Lixiang stood there, still shocked, only slowly calming down after a long while. “Xu Fang, that necklace on your neck—” @@novelbin@@

The curtain was pulled open.

Zhou Xufang came out, wrapped tightly as usual.

Fang Lixiang, wearing heavy makeup and a costume, asked Zhou Xufang casually, “That necklace is very special, where did you buy it?”

She buttoned up her military coat, put on her hat, and zipped up to the top, covering her neck. “I didn’t buy it.”

“Was it given to you by someone else?”

She looked up, stared directly at Fang Lixiang. “Why do you keep asking about my necklace?”

As she spoke, her pupils turned the darkest of black. Fang Lixiang had never seen Zhou Xufang with such a cold gaze.

Fang Lixiang looked away first. “Because your necklace is very beautiful.”

“My family left it to me.” Zhou Xufang lowered her head, hiding the wariness in her eyes, and said, “You are sweating.”

Fang Lixiang hastily wiped her forehead.

“It’s a bit hot.” She fanned her face with her hand, again in a carefree manner, “I almost forgot the main thing, Xu Fang, do you want to be a body double?”

“I won’t be.”

Zhou Xufang had just found out that the crew wanted her as a body double, so she told Anna she’d pay to back out, then changed out of her costume.

“That’s good.” Fang Lixiang let out a sigh of relief and, like a mother, admonished her, “I’m telling you, don’t ever be a body double. It’s bad for your reputation. When I become famous, I’ll take you to make your debut.”

Zhou Xufang was about to say she didn’t need a debut.

Someone called her from outside, “Zhou Xufang.”

The voice was low, like it was suppressing anger, along with a cough.

It was Jiang Zhi.

Zhou Xufang tilted her head to look over. “Hmm?”

Jiang Zhi did not enter the women’s changing room, using a commanding tone. “Come out for a moment.”

Oh.

Zhou Xufang adjusted the hat on her military coat and went out.

“What’s up?”

Jiang Zhi stood against the wall. Perhaps he had rushed over too quickly, causing his face to be slightly flushed, and his eyes were rimmed with a blush. “Are you in desperate need of money?”

He spoke, still panting a little.

Zhou Xufang didn’t know what he meant and answered truthfully, “Not very desperate.” It was just that she had lost a few million and now couldn’t afford Moon Bay.

He stared at her for quite a while.

“Turn around.”

Still a commanding tone.

Why turn around? Zhou Xufang didn’t move. Exposing one’s back to someone else was dangerous.

He suppressed the itch in his throat and held back his cough. “I just want to take a look.”

His tone softened a bit.

Zhou Xufang felt he looked weak, like he would faint if he couldn’t catch his breath, much like a fragile lady in those TV shows. After thinking for a while, she turned around, showing her back to him. She believed Jiang Zhi was a good person and wouldn’t harm her.

She couldn’t see his face anymore, but she could hear his breathing, which had grown heavier.

Jiang Zhi reached out, his fingertips reddening, moving closer to her back under the military coat.

Zhou Xufang suddenly turned her head.

“You—”

He had just said one word when she grabbed his wrist, her eyes full of wariness. “Why are you touching my back?”

What had a girl in her early twenties been through to be so guarded?

This was the first time Jiang Zhi saw in her eyes a vast emptiness, like cold, dark magnetism that could draw one in.

His complexion turned pale. “Let go.”

She didn’t release her grip, still staring at him.

His throat surged with a breath. “Cough, cough, cough, cough…” His eyes turned red, and he squeezed out words from his chest painfully, “Zhou Xufang… it hurts.”

The last word had no strength at all.

So delicate, like hitting a pillow with a punch, all the force was rebounded back, like a cat’s paw, soft.

Zhou Xufang froze, still holding his hand, forgetting to move.

Jiang Zhi was already unwell; her grip was strong, and he struggled twice but couldn’t break free, his body teetering, becoming furious out of shame. “Damn it, you hurt me!”

Hurt me!

Hurt!

Me!

Zhou Xufang suddenly let go, seeing a red mark instantly appear on Jiang Zhi’s fair wrist. His hands were beautifully pale, standing out sharply.

She apologized immediately, “I’m sorry, did I hurt you?”

This tone of self-blame, this guilt… Ah Wan, who had just caught up, thought she had stumbled upon a female bully harassing a good young man.

Ah Wan squinted over, seeing her employer’s flushed face, hurried breaths, teary eyes, and rubbing his wrist. “How can a woman have such strength?”

It was her fault for being too strong.

Zhou Xufang felt even more guilty. “I’ll be gentler next time.”

Next time?

Gentler?

The more she spoke, the more she sounded like a rogue. Jiang Zhi coughed in frustration.

Zhou Xufang reached out, wanting to pat his back, but awkwardly didn’t know how to do it properly. Her hand stiffly stayed there for a long time and then silently retracted.

“You still haven’t said why you were touching my back.”

Jiang Zhi rested a while, finally stopping the cough, the fine veins on his neck visible, ears tinged red, panting, looking like he had been seriously bullied.

He was very angry, his tone particularly bad. “Script reading.”

Zhou Xufang didn’t understand.

“Aren’t you going to be the body double for the lead female role in my movie?” His peach blossom eyes, rimmed with red, scanned her up and down. “Forget it, you’re not qualified.”

The words were harsh, his temper was terrible.

Maybe good-looking people had some temper; like noble daughters spoiled in big houses. Oh, right, Jiang Zhi was also the pampered young master of the Jiang Family.

He must have been spoiled.

Zhou Xufang: “Oh.”

Oh?

That’s it?

Jiang Zhi felt a blockage in his chest. “In the future—”

He didn’t finish his sentence.

Zhou Xufang waited a long time without hearing the rest, looking up from under the military coat hat. “What?”

What’s with this outfit?!

Jiang Zhi felt somewhat frustrated, not knowing why he was angry, just feeling inexplicably displeased. He forcefully tore open the coat’s buttons, exhaling deeply. “Don’t ever be a body double again. If you need money, come to me for auditions.”

A simple sentence, said with so much frustration.

Yet Zhou Xufang knew, Jiang Zhi just had a bit of a bad temper, but he was a good person. She honestly, coldly, woodenly said, “You’re a really nice person.”

“…”

Jiang Zhi almost choked on his breath, his throat burning.

Nice person?

To hell with being a nice person, he was very ill!

Seeing him coughing severely, Zhou Xufang, conflicted, reached out and gently patted his back, careful not to hurt him, patting very lightly.

Jiang Zhi was taken aback, turning his head.

Her fingertips brushed against his face, icy cold against his burning skin, the extremes colliding, a fine needle poking at the heart, numbing and itching, with a slight tinge of pain.

Jiang Zhi almost staggered away, his face and ears instantly flushed red, his voice hoarse. “Your—your hands are so cold.”

Oh, her body temperature was lower than normal.

Zhou Xufang withdrew her hand, her expression unchanging, unlike Jiang Zhi’s embarrassment. “I’m cold.”

His Adam’s apple bobbed, suddenly at a loss for words, feeling thirsty and breathless.

“I also have something to say to you.”

He averted his eyes, responding only with a hum.

She said, “You must be careful in the future, do not go out alone, especially not at night.” Someone had offered two million to assault him.

He turned to look at her. “What do you mean?”

She glanced around, took a step closer, stood on tiptoe, and whispered in his ear: “You need to hide, or someone will covet your beauty.”

That year, the mute boy from the Luo Family had also told him, standing on tiptoe by his ear, “You must hide, they will make you drink poison, they are all bad people.”

Oh, so he wasn’t mute.

That year, that boy died in a fire, never again warning him to hide because someone wanted to harm him.

Jiang Zhi stared blankly at Zhou Xufang.

Her eyes, looking at him solemnly, were exactly the same as that boy’s, which was why, why she made his heart helpless and lost.