The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie

Chapter 43: 043: Hug Hug! (Part 2)

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“Hello, Jiang Zhi.”

Jiang Zhi: “…”

The formality made him want to hit someone.

“What’s up?” Zhou Xufang asked him.

Her voice had softened a lot, no longer as cold and indifferent as when she first answered the phone. Jiang Zhi felt better and softened his voice as well, “There’s an impromptu scene that needs extras.”

She didn’t even consider it, “I’m busy right now.”

She rejected him!

She actually rejected him!

Jiang Zhi sat up from the recliner, the blanket on his legs slipping to the floor due to his abrupt movement. He coughed a few times, his cheeks flushed with a sickly red. This annoyed and anxious look made him even more beautiful, like a noble young master from an aristocratic family. But his eyes held a sharp coldness, “Where are you?”

Zhou Xufang answered truthfully, “I’m on Changdu Road.” She added, “Doing a part-time job.”

Busy making money again, he couldn’t even see her shadow.

Jiang Zhi scratched the can of milk he had been holding, “Twenty thousand, will you come?”

Money wasn’t an issue for him.

As expected, Zhou Xufang was particularly interested in making money, “Can I come in two hours?” Her voice was light, and it was clear she was delighted.

She was much more passionate about money than she was about him.

Jiang Zhi scratched the can of milk forcefully, “Come quickly!”

His tone was fierce.

Zhou Xufang replied, “Okay.”

Then Jiang Zhi hung up the phone. @@novelbin@@

Zhou Xufang stared at the number for a few seconds, then saved it, started typing the name Jiang Zhi, but deleted it and changed it to “The Most Beautiful Person in the World.”

At that moment, the salon owner came over. In his thirties, he dressed stylishly and had his hair dyed Granny Smith green. He was Fang Lixiang’s cousin, named Cheng Xin, and was also the chief stylist of the salon.

Zhou Xufang glanced at the potion Cheng Xin was holding, hesitant, “Can I not use this color?”

Cheng Xin called her baby naturally and said with a smile, “This color suits you best. Trust me, after dyeing it, you’ll look absolutely stunning.”

Zhou Xufang didn’t really trust him, but since he offered a high price of five thousand… for the money…

She said, “Alright.”

Two hours later, Zhou Xufang arrived at the set. Because it was windy, she wore a mask and a hat, only revealing a pair of pitch-black eyes—like a lone wolf in the desert.

Fang Lixiang stared at her for over ten seconds, a look of shock in her eyes.

“Lixiang,” Zhou Xufang called her.

Fang Lixiang jumped back, dramatically hugging herself, “Who are you?”

Zhou Xufang removed her mask and then her hat, “It’s me.”

It was the same somewhat wooden and extremely cold face, just with a head of fluffy, casually curled hair… Fang Lixiang couldn’t resist touching it, “Did my cousin dye this for you?”

Zhou Xufang, uncomfortable, pressed down on the fluffy hair on her head, “Yes.”

“What’s this color called?”

“Matte blue.”

It was a cold, glamorous matte blue with a bit of Granny Smith gray, cut to ear length with some mid-curls at the ends, very casual, slightly messy, both cool and playful.

Both decadent and beautiful.

It was indeed Zhou Xufang.

Fang Lixiang swallowed and couldn’t dare to look anymore, scared she might bend. She called her cousin, “Cousin, I also want to dye matte blue. I want the same hairstyle as Xu Fang.”

On the other end, Cheng Xin bluntly knocked her down, “Do you think everyone can pull it off? I’ll dye yours green next time.”

Fang Lixiang: “…”

Why did she still keep this cousin around? Break ties, it is.

“Zhou Xufang.”

Someone called softly, gasping slightly, accompanied by a cough.

It was Jiang Zhi. No one knew when he had arrived or how long he had been standing in the crowd. When Zhou Xufang turned to look at him, he was looking at her too.

She answered with a word.

He glanced at her hair, “Come with me.”

Zhou Xufang followed Jiang Zhi to the lounge.

He sent Ah Wan away, shut the door, and with the demeanor cultivated by generations of nobility, asked, “Why did you dye your hair?”

Zhou Xufang kept a safe distance from him, “I’m working as a hair model at the salon.”

He stared at her hair for a long moment, then at her eyes, “Zhou Xufang.”

She had a wooden expression, “Yes.”

He took a few steps closer to her, his gaze like a net, tightly wrapping around her, “Can I hold you?”

She thought for a long time and shook her head.

No, she had secrets that needed to be tightly kept, so she always kept her distance from others, always hid in obscure places, always avoided eye contact, not letting anyone see her face.

Jiang Zhi was already an exception.

She seriously refused, “No.”

Jiang Zhi seemed to have anticipated this. He calmly took another step towards her, “Since you don’t agree, I can only use force.” He reached out and pulled her into his arms.