The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie

Chapter 60: 060: They have a relationship where they fight in bed.

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Jiang Zhi once again was left speechless with tears welling up.

Ah Wan had a different take. She felt that Miss Zhou, who applied the phone screen protector, was someone who hid her accomplishments and fame, viewing money as dirt, not greedy nor opportunistic. Unlike those gaudy and insatiable women outside, Miss Zhou was different. She was a lady of high moral standards, content with selling a phone case, considering herself rich with just a few hundred thousand yuan—an altitude of spirit not everyone could reach.

Moreover, Miss Zhou was truly good to her employer. She bought a whole cart of eggs for him. What kind of divine love was this, as she marveled—

“Lin Wanwan.”

Could you please stop calling Lin! Wan! Wan!

Reluctantly, Ah Wan stepped forward: “What is it?!” Damn it, he definitely needed to change his name!

“Take the eggs to Chang’an Mansion and find some knowledgeable people to help.” Jiang Zhi specially instructed, “Don’t break them.”

These rural chicken eggs worth a few bucks each were heading to a mansion worth tens of millions. Suddenly, Ah Wan felt very melancholic, without even enough savings for a wife: “Oh.”

The truck driver, seeing the large order of eggs, agreed to deliver them on-site right away.

Zhou Xufang thanked him and told Jiang Zhi: “Then I’ll go in now.”

“Together.” Ah Wan thought his employer’s action of following behind was like a small, obedient wife.

But…

Zhou Xufang didn’t wait for Jiang Zhi at all. Seeing many pedestrians, afraid of being seen, she hurried ahead and disappeared in a flash.

Jiang Zhi: “…”

He wanted to catch her and give her a good thrashing!

Ah Wan covered his mouth, hiding aside and snickering. Seeing his employer at a disadvantage made him very happy. So, he cheerfully patted the eggs on the truck: “Boss, you can’t eat all these rural eggs yourself. Can I take a few home to eat?”

Jiang Zhi cast a cold glance at him, exuding his noble aura: “Three thousand four hundred ninety-six, miss one, it’ll come out of your salary.”

Ah Wan: “…”

So annoying!

Ah Wan thought his employer, this scoundrel, was unworthy of someone as excellent, remarkable, and of high moral standards as Miss Zhou.

At four in the afternoon, Xue Baoyi came to the film set.

“Wow! Your hair is quite avant-garde.” Xue Baoyi touched his own equally avant-garde gray-haired old-man short hair, wondering if he should also go for blue.

Jiang Zhi ignored him; his mind was full of that little girl. He already felt uneasy after not seeing her for a while.

Xue Baoyi looked and asked: “Not bad, where’d you get it dyed?”

This little rascal’s hair color really set off Jiang Zhi’s ten-level pale complexion, making it look desolate, transforming his once noble air into a charm. He now looked like a little demon, even more attractive.

That little demon was quite cold: “With your face, dyeing this color, you going to collect debts?”

Xue Baoyi: “…”

This tormenting little demon.

Forget it, Mr. would be magnanimous and not stoop to the level of this little beauty. He threw down the file folder he brought: “The things you asked for.” He took off his suit and lay down on Jiang Zhi’s customized couch.

Jiang Zhi tore open the folder and casually flipped through a couple of pages. From the corner of his eye, he gave Xue Baoyi a quick glance full of naked disdain and warning.

This finicky cleanliness freak.

Xue Baoyi laughed and cursed, getting up from the couch and obediently sitting back on the sofa: “Tang Heng’s financing project was a mess created by Jin Song. I looked into his account and also checked Tang Heng’s finances—there were many issues. I’m guessing Jin Song wants to hollow out Tang Heng behind Jin Lei’s back.” He looked at Jiang Zhi, “How do you want to settle this?”

Jin Song dared to hire people to plunder; he had to take the consequences.

Jiang Zhi’s fingers gently rubbed over the paper, smiling as if talking to himself: “From the same root, why the rush to fry each other.”

Xue Baoyi only felt a chill.

Brother Zhi was up to something.

“You want the brothers to tear each other apart?”

Jin Song was an illegitimate child, and Jin Lei had been good to him. Brothers turning into ungrateful wolves—this drama just got more intense.

Jiang Zhi asked back coldly: “What else?” He leaned weakly against the sofa, breathing lightly, “A sickly man like me needs to recuperate—I’m not capable of scheming.”

Xue Baoyi was amused, saying that? When he had done more than enough scheming already!

Who’d believe that nonsense!

Still, Xue Baoyi said: “Good for you not to dirty your hands, preventing the Jiang Family from targeting you again.”

Better to quietly be a sickly man, ideally waiting for the Jiang Family to tear each other apart before closing the net.

Jiang Zhi showed no interest and didn’t respond.

Xue Baoyi suddenly remembered something: “I heard from Nanchu that the professional errand runner gave you a heads-up, sent you an email specifically to warn you about Jin Song.” He laughed mischievously, “What’s going on Tian Zhi, have you struck up feelings with that errand runner? She’s even protecting you now.”

Jiang Zhi, treasuring his words like gold: “Mind your own business.”

Xue Baoyi, loving gossip, had to tease him: “I reckon, your peach blossom luck is about to overflow. One after another.”

Jiang Zhi: “Get lost.”

See, so like a heartless, unreasonable little demon.

Xue Baoyi insisted on not leaving, instead sitting beside him, mimicking a woman’s mannerisms, acting theatrical: “Zhi Ge, you don’t talk to me like that in bed.”

Jiang Zhi: “…” wanted to kick him to death.

At this moment, there was a thud as something heavy hit the door.

Jiang Zhi’s expression turned instantly grim: “Who?”

“It’s me…”

After a weak voice, a trembling little hand pushed open the door, revealing a cute little face with two dimples.

It was Fang Lixiang, the only son of the Fang family’s fourth generation.

“The screenwriter revised the script and asked me to bring it for you to look at.”

Sneaky like a timid yet curious mouse poking its head.

This girl Xue Baoyi had seen in photos—his company’s new signee, an actress with some natural talent. Little did he know she had paparazzi potential too. @@novelbin@@

“Put it there.” Jiang Zhi pointed to the cabinet near the door.

Fang Lixiang put the script down, stealing a few more glances, scratching her nose, hunched her shoulders: “Then I won’t disturb you.” After saying that, she silently turned around. At the door, she couldn’t help but turn back and sincerely assured, “Director Jiang, President Xue, I will definitely keep your secret.”

She wouldn’t tell anyone that Director Jiang and President Xue had a fighting-in-bed relationship.

Having said that, she successfully exited, making space for ‘lovers.’ As she walked out, she saw Zhou Xufang squatting in the corner.

The urge to leak the news exploded within her.

“Xu Fang! Xu Fang!”

Zhou Xufang lifted her head: “Hmm?”

Fang Lixiang sprinted over, plopping down beside her, looking excited, actions sneaky, voice vibrating: “Let me tell you, Director Jiang and our boss are having an affair in the lounge.”

An affair.

That word made Zhou Xufang take a whole five seconds to process: “Jiang Zhi and Mr. Xue Baoyi?”

Fang Lixiang vigorously nodded: “I heard it with my own ears. Don’t tell anyone.” She leaned closer, secretly whispered in Zhou Xufang’s ear, “They have a relationship on the bed.”

Ow, ow!

Fang Lixiang’s fujoshi heart was about to explode, imagining two little figures fighting—one with mist-blue hair, the other with gray-white hair… Oh, nosebleed was imminent.

Fang Lixiang felt her nose: “I just wonder if they’re friends or just playing around.” Saying this, she felt these two gays definitely had a deep connection.

Beside her, Zhou Xufang squatted silently, the milk can in her hand tilted unknowingly, spilling milk all over the ground.

Crunch!

The milk can was crushed by her grip.

Fang Lixiang asked what was up.

She drank up all the milk in the can, then stomped on it, crushing it, and tossed it into the trash bag: “Time for shooting. I’ll go change.”

Where was the trash bin? She suddenly felt like kicking something. Oh, there were plenty of trash bins near the parking lot.

Walking in the parking lot, Zhou Xufang suddenly paused, then moved behind a pillar. About a hundred meters away, she could hear voices clearly.

“You’re meeting Jiang Wei’er?”

“Hmm.”

The later voice was familiar to Zhou Xufang—it was Jiang Wei’er’s boyfriend.

A woman got off the nanny van, wearing a neatly pressed professional suit, her long hair, reaching her waist, was chestnut-colored, curled into big waves, around thirtyish, not striking in appearance but neat in demeanor.

“The set is crowded with nosy people. It’s best you don’t meet privately.”

Xiao Linsu, wearing a mask with his baseball cap pressed low: “Stay out of my business with her.”

Unlike his usual gentle demeanor, his eyes were cold, his black coat making him look gloomy and brooding.

“I’m your manager; I need to manage your affairs.”

“Lin Shuang, you’ve forgotten your duties.”

“Linsu.”

Xiao Linsu ignored her, just as he was about to step away, the woman anxiously grabbed his suit sleeve, her voice choked with sobs: “I’m sorry.”

He stayed silent, shaking off her hand.

Zhou Xufang squatted behind the pillar, thinking Xiao Linsu and Jiang Wei’er also had an affair in this parking lot last time. She didn’t understand why people liked having affairs.

The woman named Lin Shuang stood there for a while before getting back into the car and leaving.

Zhou Xufang stood up and walked to the entrance, giving a trash bin a kick and knocking it over.

The next second, she squatted down and diligently picked up the garbage.