The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie

Chapter 30: 030: Jiang Zhi got a disease called Zhou Xufang

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Zhou Xufang couldn’t tell why he was in a daze. She had finished saying what she needed to say, “Then I’m leaving.”

He still didn’t speak.

Zhou Xufang left.

For a long while, Jiang Zhi stood motionless until Ah Wan called out to him.

“Boss.”

“Boss.”

His boss didn’t respond.

Ah Wan waved a hand in front of him, trying to bring him back to reality, “Boss.” Jiang Zhi finally came to his senses, still looking confused. The more Ah Wan looked at him, the more worried he became, “Your face is so red.”

His gaze was blank, and he mechanically raised a hand to his heart. Then he stumbled and leaned heavily against the wall, breathing deeply.

This reaction scared Ah Wan.

“What’s wrong, Boss? Are you not feeling well?”

The boss leaned against the wall, coughing and breathing heavily.

Ah Wan was frantic, “Oh no, your ears are also red. Are you having an episode?” He quickly dialed the phone, “Hello, Dr. Xue? My boss isn’t feeling well.”

Xue Bingxue asked for symptoms over the phone.

Ah Wan hurriedly described them in detail.

“Coughing badly.”

“No blood in his sputum.”

“Should be a bit feverish, his face is very red, everywhere is red.”

“He seems to be out of breath.” Ah Wan started to sweat, “It looks like symptoms of a myocardial infarction.”

Last year, around this same time, as winter set in, the employer started coughing up blood. Ah Wan dreaded that his employer might have a short life. Though he had a bad temper, Ah Wan didn’t want him to die.

Ah Wan almost cried, “He isn’t walking well either… seems like he might pass out…” My poor employer… only twenty-four years old… Please, heavens, have mercy…

Jiang Zhi stumbled back to the lounge, took a couple of tranquilizers, but they had no effect. His heartbeat was irregular, and he gasped for air, lying on the chair, taking large breaths.

Ah Wan, with reddened eyes, stayed close by.

“Boss.”

Jiang Zhi had no interest in responding to him.

Ah Wan wanted to cry, pinching his thigh to hold back the tears, “How do you feel? Do you want some hot water?” Without an answer, he quickly fetched a cup of hot water, presenting it with both hands, “Dr. Xue will be here soon; please hold on.”

The heat on Jiang Zhi’s face hadn’t subsided. His lips were redder than usual, adding an unusual touch of allure to his sickly look. He seemed very upset, roughly pulling off the blanket from the recliner and throwing it at Ah Wan.

“Send this to Zhou Xufang.”

Ah Wan looked dumbfounded, “Huh?”

Jiang Zhi impatiently said, “She’s cold, take it to her.”

Her hands were like ice blocks, she’d freeze to death.

Even at such a time, he was worried about someone else being cold. Ah Wan held the blanket in one hand, offering the hot water again, “Aren’t you cold?”

Jiang Zhi didn’t take it; his peach blossom eyes seemed to hold water, his expression blurred.

He said, “I’m hot.”

Hot?

Ah Wan saw his red face and ears, growing even more worried, “Do you have a fever?”

Jiang Zhi took a deep breath, “Hurry up and go.”

“Oh.”

Ah Wan ran off to deliver the blanket.

Inside, only Jiang Zhi remained, lying on the chair, his eyes staring blankly. He raised a hand, pressing the back of it to his forehead. Damn, he was really burning up; his whole body was on fire!

Xue Bingxue arrived twenty minutes later.

“Give me your hand.”

Jiang Zhi lowered his eyes, lost in thought.

Xue Bingxue called him, “Jiang Zhi.”

No response.

“Jiang Zhi!”

He lifted his eyes, “Hmm?”

Xue Bingxue looked at his face; it wasn’t as bad as Ah Wan had described. His face was pale, but his eyes held a soft tenderness, still in decent condition. “Give me your hand, for a pulse check.”

Jiang Zhi extended his hand to the chair’s armrest.

Xue Bingxue was trained in traditional Chinese medicine, particularly skilled at pulse diagnosis. He felt Jiang Zhi’s pulse several times, “How many of the pills I gave you did you take this week?” @@novelbin@@

Jiang Zhi seemed to be distracted, “One.”

That medicine harmed the lungs: taking it would cause coughing and even spitting blood. He absolutely couldn’t take too much. Infertility was minor; it could be life-threatening.

Of course, Xue Bingxue didn’t know the full story, assuming it was just a medication issue. He advised Jiang Zhi, “Your pulse is erratic. Stop the medication for now and try other treatments. Avoid going back to the Jiang Family these days. I’ll prescribe something else to ease your condition.” That drug was still in the experimental phase, who knew what other side effects it might have besides infertility.

Not sure if Jiang Zhi paid attention, he frowned the whole time, lost in thought.

“Can I ask you something?” He sat up from the chair.

Xue Bingxue was writing a prescription, “Go ahead.”

“Can sexual orientation change?”

Xue Bingxue suddenly looked up.

Jiang Zhi repeated, “Can sexual orientation change?” His frown deepened.

Was it because she resembled someone who had passed? Or because she was uniquely quirky? Or was he just curious about the opposite sex? Or… was it simply because of this heart that beat chaotically?

He couldn’t be sure; all he knew was, she was different.

Xue Bingxue, perhaps shocked by the question, had a puzzled look on his delicate face, his mouth slightly open. After a while, he responded, “I don’t know about you, but for me, no.” He was a bit shy but still firm, “I will always only like Wei’er.”

Here he went again with Jiang Wei’er!

Pathetic!

Jiang Zhi’s already chaotic thoughts were further stirred by Xue Bingxue, making him annoyed as he scolded, “If you like her, go after her.”

In his view, anything he wanted, he had to get, by any means necessary.

Xue Bingxue was different, though. Being the cherished child born late to elderly parents, he was a naive and pampered sweetie, “She has a boyfriend; if I go after her, I’d be the third wheel.”

Jiang Zhi was dismissive, “So what?”

His tone was arrogant, his gaze challenging.

That’s just how Jiang Zhi was. He did whatever he wanted, didn’t care about right or wrong; his sense of right and wrong was his own, unchangeable by anyone.

An absolute egotist.

Xue Bingxue didn’t argue, his face sad.

Jiang Zhi couldn’t bear his pathetic look and coldly said with his beautiful eyes, “If it were someone I liked,” he licked his lips, “I’d even get her to divorce if she were married.” He was determined to have her.

Make… make them divorce?!

“!”

Naive Xue Bingxue was stunned, his worldview shattered!

Suddenly, a voice cut in, “What are you talking about?” The door was pushed open forcefully, and Jiang Wei’er walked in, lifting her dress, giving Jiang Zhi a glare, “Watch your language.”

Xue Bingxue immediately stood up, his face turning beet red, swallowing a big gulp of saliva, “Wei, Wei’er.”

Jiang Wei’er saw his red ears, “Did Brother Zhi bully you again?”

His head shook vigorously, “No!”

Jiang Wei’er didn’t believe it, giving him a glance before looking at Jiang Zhi. Compared to his aggressive wolf-like eyes, Xue Bingxue was like a harmless little rabbit.

She earnestly advised Xue Bingxue, “Spend less time with those guys in the future; they’ll only corrupt you.” Xue Baoyi was carefree; Qiao Nanchu was also sly and wicked—not one of them was honest!

Xue Bingxue was extremely obedient, nodding like a pecking chick, “Mm-hmm ~” Whatever Wei’er said was right! He’d listen to whatever Wei’er said!

Jiang Wei’er saw his bright eyes like a harmless little animal and felt an urge to pet him. Among the group of young masters from back then, he was the most obedient.

But too obedient, easy to deceive.

While thinking, she received a call. Seeing the caller ID, she turned away to answer.

“Are you here?”

Her voice was gentle and sweet.

It was Xiao Linsu’s call.

She spoke to him like this, softly like a little white flower, “Wait for me in the car.” Hanging up, her tone changed to domineering, “I have something to do, leaving now. Brother Zhi, stop bullying Xue Bingxue.”

Jiang Zhi responded with an indifferent look.

Waving goodbye, Jiang Wei’er left. Xue Bingxue reluctantly followed to the door, his eyes filled with sorrow.

Jiang Zhi rubbed his brow, wanting to punch the wimp, and called out, “Ah Wan.”

Ah Wan stepped forward.

Jiang Zhi frowned again, “Arrange an appointment with a psychologist.”

He needed to understand his feelings for Zhou Xufang. Was it because she resembled someone from the past? It didn’t seem like it.

Ah Wan found the boss extra weird today and asked, “Why do you need a psychologist?” Was it because he was so ill that he broke down mentally?

Jiang Zhi looked up, his eyes coldly sweeping over.

Ah Wan quickly shut his mouth, promising not to ask more.