The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie

Chapter 51: 051: Should I take it? Free shipping (second update)

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“Brother Zhi~”

Jiang Zhi directly cast his gaze past him, “Where are the clothes?”

Wei’er used one finger to hook the handle of the shopping bag and shook it, “Here.”

Jiang Zhi took the bag, then turned around and slammed the door shut without the slightest pause.

The two people outside the door, “…”

Inside the room, Zhou Xufang had already finished eating a whole box of marshmallows, “Who came?”

Jiang Zhi said, “The one delivering the clothes.”

She glanced at the bag with the clothes, reluctantly touching the marshmallow box, then stood up, “It’s late, I should go home.”

“I’ll take you.” His ears blushed with a thin layer of red again.

Zhou Xufang didn’t even consider it before refusing, “No need, it’s very cold outside, you’ll catch a cold if you go out.” @@novelbin@@

“I said I’ll take you.”

His tone hardened, becoming almost unreasonable. His face pale, his eyes slightly reddened, a frail air exuding from his very bones, reducing much of his aggression.

Zhou Xufang still considered his health and put down the marshmallow box, “I’ll go back myself.”

So disobedient!

Jiang Zhi’s eyes were dark and murky, his lips pressed into a stiff line, staring at her as he heavily tossed the bag of clothes onto the sofa next to her.

“Change clothes before you leave,” his tone was indeed unpleasant.

Had she made him angry? Zhou Xufang hesitated for a moment, then took the clothes to the bathroom to change.

Wei’er had chosen warm-colored girly clothes, a white knitted dress paired with a pink coat. Pink was Zhou Xufang’s favorite color. She touched the sleeves, thinking if she ever stopped being a professional errand runner, she would buy a house full of pink clothes.

“Do you like it?” Jiang Zhi asked with a bemused smile. The inexplicable anger in his heart dissipated upon seeing her satisfied little gestures. Such emotional ups and downs were truly unlike him.

Zhou Xufang touched the collar again and honestly nodded, “Yes, I like pink.”

She liked milk, she liked marshmallows, and she liked pink. Clearly a little girl at heart, though she always seemed so aloof and mature.

Since she liked it…

He fetched a large bag of marshmallows from the cupboard, picked out all the pink-packaged ones, filled a bag, and placed it by Zhou Xufang’s feet, “Take this with you to eat. When you finish it, ask me for more.”

A small smile curved at the corner of his mouth.

“Okay.” Zhou Xufang was very happy and immediately transferred ten thousand yuan to him on her phone.

Jiang Zhi, “…”

She didn’t find it easy to make money either, hadn’t she learned to be more frugal?

He didn’t accept her transferred money, sat down on the sofa, crossed his arms, and avoided looking at her, “Take the umbrella.”

“Okay.”

Zhou Xufang lifted the bag of marshmallows, walked to the entrance, and waved her hand, “Goodbye, Jiang Zhi.”

Jiang Zhi sat there motionless.

Click.

As soon as the door opened, Jiang Zhi stood up and followed her to the entrance.

Outside, Zhou Xufang just stepped out and saw Wei’er, she was quite surprised.

Wei’er was Fang Lixiang’s assistant and had met Zhou Xufang several times. She had a good impression of Zhou Xufang and greeted her with a smile, “I am Jiang Zhi’s aunt.”

Wei’er’s identity was not disclosed within the circle, and Zhou Xufang wasn’t very curious. She just nodded back without asking anything.

Xue Baoyi, standing by, was a lively character, carelessly casual, “Do you remember me?”

Zhou Xufang wasn’t very good at socializing and just wanted to hide her face in a hat. Unfortunately, the pink coat didn’t have a hood, so she lowered her head, avoiding Xue Baoyi’s gaze.

“I’ve put a screen protector on your phone,” she said.

She had also seen Xue Baoyi’s photos on Weibo, with a certain female celebrity. Fang Lixiang had said he was a scumbag.

Xue “Scumbag” Baoyi was very familiar, grinning roguishly, “Hello, I’m Jiang Zhi’s childhood friend—”

“What are you two doing blocking the door?”

Interrupted, Xue Baoyi, “…”

Jiang Zhi stood leaning against the entrance cabinet, the black hoodie highlighting his pallor, a cold glare in his eyes, “If you’re not coming in, then get lost.”

Xue Baoyi rolled his eyes.

He wasn’t stupid; he could tell Jiang Zhi’s protective stance.

“It’s not raining outside, you should head back early,” his gaze bypassed Xue Baoyi and landed on Zhou Xufang outside the door.

His tone wasn’t exactly gentle, but it was light, speaking slowly.

Zhou Xufang agreed, carrying the marshmallows and wet clothes as she left.

Xue Baoyi watched her go, then turned back inside, “Brother Zhi, you—”

“Who told you to step on my carpet? Get off, it’s filthy.” Jiang Zhi’s tone was laced with disdain. Dragging his weak body, he fetched two disposable shoe covers and a dry towel. Despite his sickly face, there was a fierce expression, “Wipe off the water before coming in.”

Xue Baoyi, “…”

There were water stains on the carpet, clearly already stepped on by someone; it didn’t take much to figure out who. Such blatant favoritism brought a pang of hurt.

Xue Baoyi felt a chill in his heart, gazing longingly at Jiang Zhi, “Brother Zhi, don’t you remember? Your Baoyi brother from the lakeside of Daming Lake.”

Jiang Zhi gave him a glance, “Idiot.”

Xue Baoyi, full of dramatic flair but unable to continue, “…”

Such a brother, it’s time to cut ties.