The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie

Chapter 31: 031: Brother Zhi Longing for Spring (Part 1)

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

There was only one parking lot in the film city, nearly a kilometer away from Jiang Zhi’s filming location.

Jiang Wei’er walked there, being particularly careful along the way. After ensuring no one was following her, she got into a car. As soon as she sat down, she was pulled over by a hand.

Xiao Linsu didn’t even wear a mask, smiling as he looked at her.

Jiang Wei’er, worried about paparazzi, backed away a little: “Don’t you have a schedule?”

He refused, pulling her into his arms: “I missed you.”

His voice was hoarse beyond belief; he must’ve been utterly exhausted. Just as Jiang Wei’er wanted to ask why he came back so suddenly, he hugged her tightly, leaving her somewhat bewildered.

“What’s wrong?”

Xiao Linsu rested his chin on her shoulder: “Wei’er.”

“Mm.”

He didn’t say anything more, just kissed her.

Worried that they were outside, Jiang Wei’er pushed him away: “We might get photographed.”

“Let them,” he moved closer and gently kissed the corner of her lips.

Jiang Wei’er’s heart softened, letting him be. As she lowered her head, she saw a small patch of exposed skin on his wrist: “What’s wrong with your hand?”

He lowered his hand: “It’s nothing, just got hurt while filming.” @@novelbin@@

She was still worried and tried to pull up his sleeve.

“Don’t look.”

Xiao Linsu held her hand.

“Let me see.” Jiang Wei’er undid his cufflinks and rolled up his sleeve, her brows furrowing instantly, “You’re lying. This wasn’t from filming, these are cigarette burns.”

His arm had two cigarette burn scars.

Xiao Linsu laughed: “You found out.” He loved to laugh, and when he did, his eyes brightened, now looking at her a bit pleadingly as he confessed, “I just secretly smoked one.”

He had always been good-tempered and gentle.

Jiang Wei’er couldn’t bring herself to get angry with him, feeling merely heartbroken looking at the burns on his arm: “It was so hard for you to quit.”

He laughed and pecked her on the cheek: “I won’t dare again, I promise.”

He used to smoke heavily, and it was Jiang Wei’er who made him quit.

Fifty meters away, Fang Lixiang was crouching, leaning against a parking lot pillar, bent at a ninety-degree angle, eavesdropping with focused concentration. Suddenly, someone patted her on the back.

“Lixiang.”

She turned around quickly, pressing a finger to her lips: “Shh.”

Seeing how mysteriously she was acting, Zhou Xufang spoke in a low voice: “What are you doing?”

Fang Lixiang’s face showed a mixture of excitement and sadness. Speaking in a high-pitched voice, she said: “My assistant is having an affair with my idol!” After saying this, she strained her ears to listen again, her little face scrunched up tightly. “Ugh, I can’t hear anything!” So frustrating.

Zhou Xufang had excellent hearing, able to catch even the slightest sound within a hundred meters if she wanted. She then faithfully recited the following dialogue.

“Baby, kiss me again.” with no expression.

“You can kiss, but don’t say anything.” again with no expression.

“Mm, won’t say anything.” still with no expression.

“Annoying.” still expressionless.

Reciting the little love words, Zhou Xufang did so mechanically, her tone as if reciting a text.

Fang Lixiang didn’t react for a moment: “What are you doing?”

Zhou Xufang’s expression was both serious and calm: “Didn’t you want to hear? I heard their affair talk, so I’m telling you.”

Fang Lixiang: “…”

This is a gem right here.

Fang Lixiang thought Zhou Xufang was both cold and cute and well-behaved. Eavesdropping wasn’t a task that would set the innocent Zhou Xufang on the wrong path. So, they left together.

“Xu Fang, are you short of money recently?”

Zhou Xufang kept a bit of a distance from her, seemingly not liking others getting too close. Her face was also hidden within the hood of her military coat. She said: “I have something very expensive to buy.”

Knowing that Zhou Xufang had mild social difficulties, Fang Lixiang kept a distance walking behind her: “Then I’ll introduce you to a part-time job.”

She said: “I don’t do nudity.”

“Not nudity, my cousin is opening a salon and recently looking for hair models.” Fang Lixiang felt that Zhou Xufang carried a mysterious sense of abstinence, looking particularly cool and handsome. However, with just a frown, she’d have an advanced melancholic look, decadent yet chic. Anyway, she looked good no matter what, but Fang had never seen her smile and wondered how she looked when she did.

“What do I have to do?”

Fang Lixiang responded generously: “You don’t have to do anything, just let him do your hair, and you can ask for any price!”

“Okay.”

Because the nudity job didn’t work out, Zhou Xufang went home earlier, and then went to Ba Yi Bridge early to set up her screen protector stall.

The whole afternoon, the atmosphere on set was a bit off, though it was hard to pinpoint why. Anyway, the female lead Yu Ran got scolded to tears by Jiang Zhi, who said her acting was crap.

Seven in the evening.

Ah Wan had reserved a spot for Jiang Zhi at Hulun Tea House, arranging a meeting with a renowned psychologist in the Imperial City.

“Doctor Qiu is already waiting inside for you.”

It started raining in the evening, and winter rain was chillingly cold.

Jiang Zhi wore a mask: “You don’t need to follow.”

He left Ah Wan behind, opened the car door, and walked into the rain with a black umbrella. Through the misty rain, Ah Wan saw him walking with his head down, coughing all the way.

Alas, the employer was not just physically sick, but also mentally sick lately as well.

Hulun Tea House had private seating areas ensuring good privacy. Jiang Zhi opened the door; someone was already waiting inside.

The middle-aged man in a suit and tie stood up immediately upon seeing him, somewhat nervously calling out: “Mr. Jiang.”

Jiang Zhi took off his mask and his coat, the temperature difference quickly reddening his pale face: “Sit down.”

His voice lacked strength.

Just like the rumors, he really was a sickly person.

Doctor Qiu raised his head for a quick glance and immediately lowered it again. That face, rumored to be, indeed, as delicate and beautiful as a pear blossom.

Jiang Zhi sat down, wiping the rainwater from his fingertips with a cloth: “I’m consulting you on something, and I hope none of the Jiang Family knows about it.”

Doctor Qiu’s heart beat faster, sincerely afraid: “I understand.”

Jiang Zhi casually poured himself a cup of tea, moistening his lips: “Don’t be nervous. It’s nothing serious, just a few questions.”

“Please, go ahead.”

He remained silent for a moment, seemingly not knowing how to start, his brows furrowed for quite a while: “I have a friend.” After a three-second pause, he emphasized, “This is about my friend.”

Doctor Qiu, now embarrassed but forgetting his nervousness: “…”

The little tyrant of the Jiang Family was also using the “friend” line?

As if afraid he wouldn’t believe him, Jiang Zhi further explained very nonchalantly: “You know Xue Baoyi, the second son of the Xue Family, this concerns him.”

Knowing everything yet pretending otherwise, Doctor Qiu put on a serious expression: “Mm, understood, it’s about the Second Young Master Xue.”

Mr. Jiang, whatever you say goes.

Jiang Zhi took a sip of tea, savoring it elegantly: “He is gay, but he recently suspects he has been turned straight.” He took another sip, now a bit absent-minded, “I want to know if a homosexual can be turned straight.”

So, Mr. Jiang has been turned straight?

Big news!

Doctor Qiu, nervous yet excited, said: “It’s possible, sexual orientation is greatly influenced by one’s environment.”

As soon as he finished, Jiang Zhi furrowed his sharp eyebrows.

“He’s only suspicious; how can he be sure?” Jiang Zhi put down the cup, his Adam’s apple moving as he sat up straighter.

From his micro-expressions, it was clear he was anxious.

Doctor Qiu, also growing anxious, asked: “Can you tell me more about how your… your friend, the Second Young Master Xue, is different now?”

Jiang Zhi, his eyes as pretty as peach blossoms in March, seemed lost in thought for a long time.

“He keeps thinking about that woman, but he feels restless when he sees her.” Frowning, he picked up the cup again, this time taking a big gulp, licking his lips as if still thirsty, “Not seeing her makes him feel even worse.”