The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie

Chapter 52: 052: Oh, it’s unrequited love (First Update)

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“Brother Zhi,” Wei’er didn’t join in the banter and asked, “What’s going on?”

Jiang Zhi’s rain-soaked hair hadn’t dried yet, and he was listless at the moment, lying on the sofa with his peach blossom eyes looking all wilted.

“What do you mean, what’s going on?”

Wei’er asked meaningfully, “Zhou Xufang, of course.”

Jiang Zhi turned his back, “It’s nothing.” He ignored everyone else, reached for his phone, and dialed Ah Wan, “Have a few people come over tomorrow and take down the chandelier in the living room.”

Ah Wan was quite surprised.

“What’s wrong with the light? Are you not satisfied with it?” @@novelbin@@

Jiang Zhi frowned unhappily, “Stop asking so many questions, just take it down if I tell you to.”

Ah Wan, “Oh.”

The call hadn’t ended yet when there was an abrupt sound.

Jiang Zhi lazily glanced over and then suddenly sat up, “Where did you get that can of milk from?”

Xue Baoyi had the milk can ring hooked on his pinky finger, “From the sofa.”

Jiang Zhi sat up, “Xue Baoyi.”

Xue Baoyi’s eyelid twitched, “Hmm?”

Calling out his full name!

Usually, whenever this ancestor called out someone’s full name, it meant no good. Xue Baoyi was startled and was just about to take a sip of milk to calm his nerves when Jiang Zhi kicked over.

His breathing was heavy, and his eyes were red with rage.

“You damn well better not drink that!”

Xue Baoyi, “…”

While he was still in a daze, Jiang Zhi had already snatched the milk away, his peach blossom eyes filled with ferocity, mixed with an extremely complex range of emotions, including regret and anger.

Xue Baoyi was bewildered by him, unsure of how he had provoked this little beauty. No worries, Mr. was generous and wealthy, “It’s just a can of milk, next time, Mr. will buy you a truckload, no, a houseful!”

Mr. had money and knew how to care for people.

Jiang Zhi, unable to bear it any longer, was so infuriated that his anger surged, causing him to cough heavily with a pale face.

“Get, him, out, of, here.”

He enunciated each word clearly, directing them at Wei’er.

Xue Baoyi was heartbroken by his coldness and shouted in pain, “Am I really worth less than a can of milk?!” He turned and strode off to show his resolve, “Brother Zhi, I’m cutting ties with you!”

“Bang!”

Jiang Zhi slammed the door shut.

Xue Baoyi, “…”

Wei’er glanced at Xue Baoyi like he was an idiot and left.

Inside, Jiang Zhi leaned against the door, coughing for a long time.

The phone was still on speaker, and Ah Wan had heard everything clearly. When the coughing finally stopped, he hesitantly asked, “Boss, did Mr. open the can with the teeth marks on it?”

“Beep… beep… beep…”

Jiang Zhi had hung up.

Ah Wan suddenly understood everything.

In the cold winter, Jiang Zhi had been caught in the rain earlier, inhaling some of the chill, which now made him dizzy and groggy. His lungs ached from coughing so much. He got up to find some medicine, swallowed them with warm water, and feeling too weak to move, he lay back down on the sofa, panting, his head aching fiercely.

He lay there feebly, looking at the milk can with the opened ring that Xue Baoyi had taken, then got up and dialed a number.

In the silent night, past nine, Doctor Qiu’s voice trembled, “Mr. Jiang?”

Jiang Zhi’s lazy voice echoed through the phone, colder because of the late hour, “I let her come over to my house.”

Doctor Qiu, “Uh…”

Jiang Zhi continued to speak slowly, one sentence at a time.

“I let her use my bathroom, my shower gel.” He paused, sighing as if baffled, elongating his tone, “And my clothes too.”

Doctor Qiu, “Uh…”

Jiang Zhi held the opened milk can, examining it closely, muttering as if to himself, “I even gave her a two-million-dollar chandelier.”

He then held the empty glass candy jar, rubbing it in his hand.

“Nobody can touch my candy, but she can.”

“Cough, cough, cough…”

The coughing came in waves, his eyes slightly red, looking sickly and fragile, “I even thought about giving her the factory.”

“I want to send her back.”

“She refuses.”

His tone suddenly grew heavier, “She actually refuses!”

That familiar, overwhelming devilish aura.

Doctor Qiu, “Uh…,” his heart trembling!

After a moment of silence, Jiang Zhi changed his tone, weak and lazy, yet still imposing like a young master, “Tell me, what kind of illness do I have?”

To be honest, Doctor Qiu had been practicing for years, having seen countless psychological perversions, but patients like this, seemingly normal yet actually abnormal, were rare.

“In my opinion…” In his opinion, “Mr. Jiang, could it be that you’re unrequitedly in love with that young—”

He was cut off by a sinister laugh.

“Unrequited love?” Jiang Zhi licked his red lips, his eyes narrowing into sharp crescents, “I, being a homo, you say I’m unrequitedly in love?”

A deep-rooted self-assurance from being a homo.

People like him, according to psychological theories, once they believe in something or someone, they become extremely obsessive in both thought and behavior.

Since direct confrontation was futile, Doctor Qiu could only guide him gradually, “Regarding your sexual orientation, I feel… it might have returned to normal.” He cautiously suggested, “If you’re still unsure, you could try it out.”

Jiang Zhi didn’t respond, merely touched the teeth marks on the milk can, then tipped it back to drink. The icy liquid hit his stomach, causing it to cramp painfully.

Then, the adviser began to devise a plan.