The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie

Chapter 94: 094: The Husband-Protecting Maniac Zhou Xufang Goes Online Again
 

Drama queen!

Xue Baoyi hung up the phone and got up from her seat, “My uncle ended up hurting himself while beating someone up, I’m off to pick him up.”

Jiang Zhi held a glass of wine in her hand, just toying with it without drinking.

Xue Baoyi had barely budged before someone had set their sights on her seat.

“Jiang Zhi, Jiang Zhi!”

Ming Saiying swished her skirt and plonked herself down.

And honestly, this Ming Lao’s stamina was quite commendable. Even Xue Baoyi admired her spirit of “Though Jiang Zhi tortures me a thousand times over, I still regard Jiang Zhi with the freshness of a first love.” The girl wasn’t bad, actually—she had curves in all the right places, but she was a bit single-minded.

Ming Saiying, with curves and single-mindedness, had no sense of the awareness expected of a female artist and stared at Jiang Zhi like a crazed fan.

Jiang Zhi stood up and left.

Xue Baoyi asked, “Where are you going?”

“To see the stars.”

Ming Saiying looked up, “…”

But tonight the clouds obscured the moon, and not a single star was visible.

The wedding was set up on the top deck of the cruise ship, while the lower three decks were reserved for guest rooms. Currently, the wedding ceremony was underway, so the guest room floors were empty except for some staff to guide guests at the entrances.

In the second-floor corridor, a man and a woman were struggling.

“Let go.”

The woman wore a black gown that trailed on the floor, her long hair tied in a high ponytail—sleek yet feminine. But on the verge of anger, she glared with an intensity that made her difficult to approach.

The man, however, remained unfazed, one hand gripping the woman’s wrist and the other pressing on her shoulder, effectively trapping her between his hands.

He smirked, “I refuse to let go.”

Dressed in a suit and shoes, he had a handsome and resolute appearance, though a hint of dominance in his eyes made it hard for anyone to look him in the eye.

Angered by his illogical response, the woman snapped, “Jiang Xiaolin!”

The man was none other than the eldest grandson of the main branch of the Jiang family—Jiang Xiaolin.

The usually composed and steady Jiang Xiaolin was uncharacteristically rascally and shameless. Lifting his leg, he pressed his knee against the woman’s, his laugh was actually quite rakish, “You’re calling me rather sweetly, come on, call me again.”

The headstrong woman, flushed with anger, retorted, “Are you fucking sick or what!”

“I am sick.” He leaned in close to her ear, “That year, you were the one who reported me to the school, claiming I was a pervert who specialized in stealing women’s underwear.”

“…”

The beautiful woman rolled her eyes indelicately, “That was years ago, and you’re dredging up old grievances.”

At that moment, a cough interrupted their standoff.

Jiang Xiaolin turned to look and upon seeing who it was, he let go and leisurely straightened his suit, his gaze changing to one without a trace of his earlier ‘sleazy roué’ behavior, the act of loosening his cuff button was elegant and haughty, “I thought you wouldn’t come in such cold weather.”

Jiang Xiaolin, four or five years older than Jiang Zhi, was a cousin who rarely interacted with her. When not at the old house, he couldn’t even be bothered to be courteous.

Jiang Zhi almost impersonally “Hmm’d” in response and walked past them both.

The woman’s gaze followed him.

Jiang Xiaolin pinched her chin and turned her face towards him, “If you can’t bear to part with him, why not chase after him?”

The woman pushed his hand away, “That’s exactly what I intend to do.” Finishing her declaration, she turned and walked away.

Jiang Xiaolin grabbed hold of her.

Without a word, she struck out with her claws.

Instantly, three scratch marks appeared on the back of his hand, “Tang Xiang!”

The woman turned with a charming smile, “It sounds quite nice when you call me, come on, call me again.”

Jiang Xiaolin: “…”

Who is Tang Xiang?

Aside from that iron-fisted Miss Luo of the Luo Family, the most well-known person was this thunderously efficient female butler. Despite her young age, she was the old patriarch’s most dependable aide. In the Luo Family, even the legitimate masters would have to lower their heads a bit in Tang Xiang’s presence.

Speaking of the history between Tang Xiang and Jiang Xiaolin, one would have to go back seven or eight years. They were classmates, one ranked first and the other second in their grade, each finding the other intolerable.

By the way, Tang Xiang was number one, while Jiang Xiaolin was perpetually second. There was only one time he scored higher than her, but due to behavioural issues, he was docked five points for moral character, once again reverting to second-best.

And regarding the deductions of moral character points, it was apparently because Tang Xiang’s undergarments were found in Jiang Xiaolin’s backpack…

Let’s talk about Jiang Zhi.

He had just descended the stairs when someone called out to him.

“Jiang Zhi.”

It was Luo Qinghe.

Jiang Zhi ignored her as if he had heard nothing and continued walking without turning back.

With arms crossed, Luo Qinghe leaned casually against the doorframe: “You seem to really dislike me.” She watched the person in front of her leisurely, “Because of Luo San?”

Jiang Zhi halted, then turned around.

“Knowing that I dislike you, how come you don’t know to stay away from me?”

Luo Qinghe wasn’t upset; she brushed the long hair beside her ear, her appearance might not have been stunning, but her bone structure was exceptionally delicate, especially her elegant collarbones.

She said with a half-serious, half-joking tone: “Luo San has been dead for so many years now, yet he still holds a place at the top of your heart.”

In his youth, Jiang Zhi often mingled with the Luo Family. The Luo daughters were numerous, with Luo Qinghe and Luo Yinghe, the pair of legitimate cousin sisters, leading them; the illegitimate ones were countless. Whatever shape or form you could imagine, they had; but the young Jiang Zhi only played with the Little Mute, disregarding everyone else.

“You don’t need to know whether he is still in my heart,” Jiang Zhi spoke in an even tempo, “You just need to remember firmly that your Luo Family is still an eyesore to me.”

Having said that, he turned and left swiftly.

Luo Qinghe’s smile faded slowly.

“Young Mr. Luo.”

It was the secretary Han Feng, who had just come down from upstairs.

She withdrew her gaze: “Where is Luo Changde?”

Han Feng leaned in, whispering a few words.

Upon hearing this, Luo Qinghe’s expression darkened dramatically: “That worthless piece of trash.”

After cursing, she turned and headed toward the stairwell, but she had barely taken a step when her knee went numb, and she fell to her knees without any warning.

“Young Mr. Luo!”

She fell hard, and Luo Qinghe couldn’t get up for a while; below her left knee was a fiery sting, and she was unable to move for a moment. Less than an inch from where her knee hit the ground, there was a spoon with a severely bent handle.

She picked up the spoon, enduring the pain, and stood up with the support of the wall.

Seeing this, Han Feng approached the corner of the corridor.

“Come out!”

After he yelled, there was silence.

“Who?” asked Luo Qinghe.

Han Feng shook his head; there was no one around the corner, only a puddle of water on the ground.

Hmph!

Bad woman!

I’ll hit you with a spoon again next time!

Zhou Xufang cursed the bad woman several times in her heart before stopping, crouching at the staircase near the stern of the boat, twisting the water from her sleeve and frowning in thought. Who was Luo San? Jiang Zhi’s good friend?

She was so deep in thought that she didn’t notice the footsteps behind her.

“Who’s there?!”

It was a waiter from the cruise, still holding a bottle of red wine.

Zhou Xufang turned around; she didn’t have an invitation, and had to swim over from the sea, recently climbing up from the water, her eyes still red; not the pretty red of cosmetic contacts, but the color of blood.

She knew it was terrifying.

“Crash!”

The red wine shattered, the waitress’ legs gave out, and she sat on the floor: “Demon, demon…” In the blink of an eye, the red-eyed ‘demon’ was in front of her, and she opened her mouth to scream.

Zhou Xufang covered her mouth: “Don’t scream.”

The demon’s hand was so cold…

That waitress was scared out of her wits, trembling as she said: “I, I won’t… won’t scream.”

Good, if she doesn’t scream, I won’t have to hit her.

Zhou Xufang pointed to the nearest cabin: “Go inside and take off your clothes for me.”