The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie

Chapter 32: 032: You Must Lust After My Beauty (Chapter 2)

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“Can’t see her, feel even worse.”

This symptom…

“How about physical contact? Do you reject it?” Doctor Qiu asked.

This time, Jiang Zhi answered quickly, “No.”

“Is it just her you don’t reject, or all the opposite sex?”

A bewildered expression appeared in his peach blossom eyes, “Not sure.”

As if anyone else dared to pinch him and touch him like she did.

After this line of questioning, Doctor Qiu’s curiosity was piqued. He wondered which extraordinary woman had managed to straighten the Imperial City’s most beautiful man. He spoke too quickly, “Do you—”

His words were sharply interrupted, “I said, this is Xue Baoyi’s problem, not mine.”

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Was he angry?

Sensing the tension, Doctor Qiu quickly rephrased his question, “Is Second Young Master Xue curious about that woman?”

Jiang Zhi shot him a cold glance, seemingly warning him not to make another mistake in his words. His posture became even more relaxed. He responded with a casual “Mm,” admitting it, and then, topping it off, he added, “Very curious.”

Doctor Qiu felt this psychological consultation increasingly resembled an emotional consultation, so he boldly asked the crux of the matter, “Is your heart moved?” He emphasized, “I mean Second Young Master.”

Jiang Zhi became lost in thought for a moment.

Heart moved?

When he was a teenager, he was fond of a boy. At that time, they were both kids. Before he could confirm if it was deep love, the boy was gone. Heart moved? He couldn’t quite grasp it. He only knew he had missed him all these years and couldn’t let go.

He turned his face away and awkwardly lifted a teacup to hide, “What does it count as?”

“Your heartbeat speeds up, your body heats up, like,” Doctor Qiu considered that the other party was a frail person and used a relatively apt description, “like myocardial infarction.”

Bang.

Jiang Zhi set the cup down with a changed expression.

Myocardial infarction, my ass!

Where did they find this idiot psychologist?

“Let’s end it here today.” He grabbed his coat and stood up. Rising too quickly, he coughed a few times in haste.

It was unclear which sentence had upset the little tough guy. Doctor Qiu had to steel himself, handing over a business card, “Th-this is my card. If Mr. Jiang has any more questions, you can contact me anytime.”

Jiang Zhi deliberated with a downcast gaze. After a moment, he took the card.

He pushed open the door and walked out of the private room. Someone was smoking in the hallway, and the smell irritated him. He crumpled the business card in his hand, walked to the corner, hesitated a moment, then threw the card in the trash. Turning around, he bumped into Zhou Xufang, who was wearing a black coat.

“Jiang Zhi.”

Two words, cold and unremarkable.

Yet, it struck him harder than any other reaction anyone had ever given him, like a heavy hammer, abruptly and fiercely hitting his heart.

Then, like that damn psychologist described, his heartbeat accelerated, and his body heated up.

He instinctively swallowed, “W-what are you doing here?”

Her eyes carried a hint of affection, a gaze enveloped in a smoky veil of peach blossom.

Zhou Xufang’s expression was peculiar, one she didn’t understand, so she chose not to look at him, “I’m here to deliver food.”

His eyes reddened at the corners, the water glistening in his peach blossom eyes, which kept staring at her, his breath somewhat rapid.

Zhou Xufang felt uncomfortable under his gaze, took a step back, and looked up at him, “Your face is very red, are you feeling unwell?”

Yes, unwell.

Seeing her, his heart felt unwell.

Before Jiang Zhi could speak, a drunk man staggered along, leaning against the corner, tripped, and fell towards Jiang Zhi.

Zhou Xufang immediately grabbed him by the hand, gave a forceful tug, and threw the drunk far, far away against a wall, leaving him gasping with a red face.

Holding back a cough, Jiang Zhi looked stunned, staring at his own hand that Zhou Xufang had grabbed. The back of his fair hand, now marked by two vivid red finger marks.

The drunk had already staggered far away.

Zhou Xufang realized her earlier action was inappropriate, “Did I hurt you again?” She pursed her lips, feeling regretful, “Sorry, I used too much force.”

Jiang Zhi remained silent, only feeling the spot she touched was burning hot, even a bit numb.

This woman, always pinching and touching him without warning.

Zhou Xufang waited a long time for Jiang Zhi to speak, but he didn’t. Her desolate eyes showed a rare confusion. She pulled at her hat, “Then I’ll go deliver the food now.”

Jiang Zhi didn’t speak.

“Goodbye.” Without a word, she truly left.

She calmly intruded into his sight, then left indifferently. And he, like an idiot, stood there dazed, his mind wandering.

Damn it.

Jiang Zhi kicked over the trash can and then grabbed his short hair, feeling dissatisfied and unhappy, yet resignedly picked up the business card.

Ah Wan felt the employer was in a daze the whole way.

Zhou Xufang delivered six orders of food and returned home by nearly eleven o’clock. She just opened the fridge and took out two cans of milk when Shuangjiang started her computer.

“Ah Fang, the client has confirmed the mission time.”

Holding a can of milk, she bit open the tab with her teeth, “When?”

“Tomorrow night at nine, deliver the person to Jiajing Garden, building seven, unit 101.”

Zhou Xufang sat drinking two cans of milk. After eating some cotton candy, she kicked off her pink bunny slippers under the bed and lay on the black bed sheets for a while.

Forty million.

Jiang Zhi and forty million…

Jiang Zhi was so beautiful; she might as well give up the forty million. She got up to grab her phone and texted Jiang Zhi on WeChat.

“Jiang Zhi.”

He replied quickly, stingily, just with one word.

“Mm.”

Zhou Xufang typed slowly, “Can you not go out tomorrow night?”

Over there, the beauty, awakened in the middle of the night, listlessly got up from bed, only those burning peach blossom eyes were hot and completely sleepless.

“Reason.”

Reason, huh.

She couldn’t say someone was planning to kidnap him. Zhou Xufang thought for a moment, expressing it differently, “You’re too good-looking, and it’s dangerous to go out.” She was telling the truth, “There are a lot of perverts outside.”

A few seconds later.

“How is my safety any of your business?”

Zhou Xufang had a piece of cotton candy in her mouth. The sweetness melted and made her smile slightly as she slowly and methodically typed.

“It isn’t.”

She sent another message, sincerely, “But you’re a good person, and I don’t want others to harm you.”

Staring at his phone, Jiang Zhi: “…”

Good person my ass!

He threw his phone aside, knocking over the cup on the table. Hot water spilled onto his clothes, but not caring about it, he grabbed the phone first.

Woken up in the middle of the night, logically, he should have been furious. Instead, he was nervous, sweaty-palmed, and eager.

Unable to restrain himself, he poked the dark profile picture again and sent two messages.

“Zhou Xufang.”

“Mm.”

“Are you also admiring my beauty?”