The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie

Chapter 101: 101: Jiang Zhi gets jealous; even superpowers have a nemesis.
 

“Not moving the bed works too, you can sleep with me,” he said with a pair of peach blossom eyes that seemed inebriated yet lucid.

Hmm, he was seducing her.

Zhou Xufang stood straight: “I’m going to help Ah Wan move the bed.”

Jiang Zhi: “…”

Such a pure-hearted girl she was, that little lady of his.

Zhou Xufang left the ward to help Ah Wan move the bed, and of course, Ah Wan was very pleased, thinking that Miss Zhou, who patched things up, was a considerate, kindhearted, and friendly person.

Unable to help herself, Ah Wan confided in her: “Miss Zhou.”

Zhou Xufang: “Hmm?”

Ah Wan didn’t really have any colleagues, spending all day with her employer and without friends, so finally having met someone she could talk to heart-to-heart, she wanted to share her grievances: “Don’t you think my boss has a bad temper?”

Zhou Xufang, walking along the wall with her head down: “Jiang Zhi has a very good temper.”

Ah Wan, having accumulated a belly full of complaints, felt relieved to vent: “He’s also very picky.”

Zhou Xufang: “No, he’s very nice.”

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Ah Wan felt that Miss Zhou, who was good at mending things, was still too naive and unaware of the wickedness of people’s hearts, and so, Ah Wan felt it necessary to enlighten her a bit: “Then you don’t know, he’s very cunning. Not only does he do misdeeds but also instigates the Third Young Master—”

Zhou Xufang looked up: “Mr. Lin.”

Ah Wan was dumbfounded by this alienating ‘Mr. Lin.’

The little lady who had stopped now looked extremely serious, and moreover, she was seething with rage, and even she, who never had eye contact with strangers, was glaring at someone: “If you keep slandering Jiang Zhi like that, I won’t be polite to you anymore.”

Mr. Lin: “…”

Was Miss Zhou under some kind of spell cast by her employer?

Ah Wan stubbornly whispered, “I’m not slandering…”

Zhou Xufang was already very angry, walking on alone, not wanting to bother with him anymore!

It was late at night, and the hospital was quiet. Around the corner, someone was on the phone, clear as day across the hallway.

The person was wearing a checkerboard hospital uniform, one hand holding a phone and the other pushing an IV stand, hair permed with foil, likely neglected due to the hospital stay, and turned a bit frizzy.

Who else could it be but Ming Yanghua, terrified into hospitalization by a female ghost.

At this moment, Sixth Young Master Ming was on the phone, cursing someone: “Your mother’s talking nonsense!”

Here’s what happened.

The news about his hospitalization from being scared fainted had been leaked by some mischievous friends, and his other friends had been mocking him for being a coward.

In order to prove he wasn’t a coward, he recounted last night’s seaside supernatural encounter to them in detail.

His friends didn’t believe it.

Damn it! Ming Yanghua was getting agitated: “How many times do I have to tell you, it was a female ghost, a female ghost!”

His friends still didn’t believe him, saying he was making it up.

“I saw it with my own eyes, how could it be false? She was a red-eyed female water ghost.”

His friends asked what the female ghost looked like. Was she a beautiful seductive ghost?

What did she look like? Ming Yanghua recalled: “Just a black mass, only eyes, no face.”

Speaking of which, he arrived at the corner. As he turned around, he saw a black mass, fortunately with a face, a beautiful and cold one, radiating an upscale world-weariness.

It was the type he liked.

Breaking his phone, he grabbed a handful of hair, and with a few swipes, fashioned a heart-shaped fringe. With only one hand available to push the IV stand, he had to tuck the other into his pocket—oh, the hospital uniform didn’t have pockets, so he pretended to tuck his hand in anyway. Regardless, the gesture was cool, not like a little ruffian, but like the leader of the ruffians.

In his ruffian-leader swagger, he said: “Girl, how about giving me your WeChat?”

This was the second time.

The previous time was at Bamboo Garden in Fusheng Inn, where she was delivering food, and this young rogue had also asked for her WeChat.

Zhou Xufang didn’t want to deal with this kind of little ruffian and bypassed him.

Ming Yanghua, a veteran of flirting and thick-facedness, dropped his head and caught up: “You look familiar to me, must be fate. How about we add each other on WeChat?”

Familiar?

They had seen each other several times already.

Clearly, the little ruffian didn’t remember her.

Zhou Xufang’s face was coldly indifferent, “I don’t use WeChat.”

And—

She turned back, “I am a female ghost.” She covered her face with one hand, revealing only her eyes, “Just a dark mass, eyes without a face.”

“…”

This girl, quite spicy.

And truth be told, she was dressed in black too, those little eyes quite intimidating. Ming Yanghua found her more and more appealing, “That pretty little ghost, how about giving me your number?”

Zhou Xufang, dead serious, made up, “We don’t use phones in the underworld.”

Old hand at love, Ming Yanghua: “…”

This was his Waterloo in the history of flirting, unacceptable, he had to redeem himself—but then, from behind him, an unexpected voice: “Ming Xiaohua.”

Ming Lao hated it when people called him Xiaohua.

“If you call me Xiaohua again I—” He turned around, saw who it was, and the insults got stuck in his throat, his bravado draining away like a little ruffian’s boss coming face to face with the top dog, “Jiang Zhi… Brother.” He hesitated for a few seconds, but added a ‘Brother’ in the end.

The Jiang Family and the Ming Family had a lukewarm relationship.

Imperial City was full of gents, but there were distinct social strata. There was Mr. This, Third Young Master That—everyone had such titles, but Jiang Zhi belonged to nobility among the ranks.

He was also wearing the hospital’s patient attire, draped in a knee-length black coat. He was delicately handsome with a frail appearance, walking leisurely, with enticing, alluring peach blossom eyes. Yet, within that seemingly intoxicated haze, there was a wildness that captivated the soul.

Key point, his face was excessively beautiful.

Getting closer, Jiang Zhi raised his hand, pointing to the ‘little female ghost’, “Do you know who she is?”

Ming Yanghua didn’t interact much with Jiang Zhi normally. But for some inexplicable reason, he felt uneasy, remaining expressionless as he shook his head.

Only to see Jiang Zhi approach the ‘little female ghost’, chin lifted while looking at him, “She’s the girl I’m pursuing.”

Ming Yanghua: “…”

That boastful, proud, and warning tone.

He doubted his hearing, “You’re not, aren’t you—”

Jiang Zhi slowly filled in, “Gay?”

Ming Yanghua truly had little to do with Jiang Zhi, but he had a sister at home who was crazy about Jiang Zhi’s good looks. Thanks to her, he had learned quite a lot about him.

For instance, he had come out at the age of eighteen.

And, he had an intense aversion to women.

Jiang Zhi smiled charmingly, soul-snatching, “How incredible she is to have straightened me out.”

Ming Yanghua: “…”

His sister always said she couldn’t get Jiang Zhi solely because fate was cruel in making her a woman. Now it seemed, that was all just hot air!

Here was this little female ghost who had roped him in.

No, she didn’t even need to do anything—just look at the way Jiang Zhi gazed at her, that sort of liking, as if anyone else giving her an extra glance would turn him into a wolf cub with off-the-charts aggression, dying to take a bite out of you.

“Still want her WeChat?”

Ming Yanghua: “No need any longer.”

Jiang Zhi took a step forward, tall as he was, he stood protectively, shielding his girl thoroughly: “And the phone number?”

Ming Yanghua shook his head vigorously.

Satisfied at last, Jiang Zhi then turned around, reaching into the air with a slender, graceful hand, “Fang Bao, support me.”

Fang Bao…

Ah Wan felt a pang of jealousy.

Zhou Xufang: “Oh.”

She steadied Jiang Zhi’s hand.

Jiang Zhi naturally let the hand resting on her back rest on her shoulder instead, without really pressing his weight on her. He was just very close to her, tossing the Ming Yanghua behind him, and he walked away with his girl.

“Do you have your mask with you?”

Zhou Xufang pulled out a black mask from her pocket: “I have it.”

He took the mask and put it on her, “From now on, wear a mask when you go out,” he said in all seriousness, with a perfectly valid reason, “The lousy weather in the Imperial City is too cold.”

So she won’t attract attention!

Ah Wan: “…” Blame the weather again.

Zhou Xufang didn’t think too much of it: “Okay.”

Jiang Zhi looked back, and, as expected, that stinking brat from the Ming Family was still watching. He shot him a cold glance, executing him with his gaze, then pulled his girl’s hood over her head.

“You should wear your hood too.”

Zhou Xufang again agreed.

Jiang Zhi reevaluated, no, this was too cute.

“Actually, let’s not wear the hood.” Wearing a hood made her look too cute, not wearing it made her too pretty. Her head was extraordinarily beautiful, and Jiang Zhi felt more and more insecure the more he thought about it. He instructed sternly, “Unless you really need to go out, try to stay indoors.”

This time Zhou Xufang didn’t immediately agree, hesitating, “But I have to work.”

“Then you wear that helmet that only shows your eyes when you go out,” Jiang Zhi came up with another reason, “The damn weather in the Imperial City always likes to drop ice pellets.”

Ah Wan: “…” And the weather is blamed yet again.

Zhou Xufang remembered the previous times her face was pelted with ice, and thought Jiang Zhi made a lot of sense, wholeheartedly agreeing, “You are so right!”

So gullible, she need to be closely watched.

Jiang Zhi pressed his chest, coughed a few times: “The place where I was stabbed hurts a bit, help me back to my room.”

Upon hearing that he was uncomfortable, Zhou Xufang supported his hand to her shoulder and turned towards Mr. Lin, “Mr. Lin, you move the bed yourself, I’ll help Jiang Zhi back first.”

Ah Wan: “…” Annoyed, still calling him Mr. Lin.

Look! Just look!

How could he falsely accuse Jiang Zhi, who was not treacherous and despicable? Jealously begrudging, yet speaking righteously and blaming the Imperial City’s weather!

While cursing in her mind, Ah Wan went to move the bed.

Zhou Xufang supported Jiang Zhi towards the VIP ward, wanting to walk quickly but afraid of jostling him, feeling anxious.

“Does it hurt a lot?”

“Yes.” He coughed, his cheeks flushed, looking weak and delicate.

Zhou Xufang was worried he would faint on their way: “Let me carry you.”

“…”

Appreciation was enough, a big guy like him couldn’t let the girl he liked carry him.

Jiang Zhi: “No.”

Zhou Xufang: “I’m strong.”

“Still no,” he let go of her hand and took hers instead, “No matter how strong you are, you’re still a girl.”

Zhou Xufang didn’t understand.

She could lift up to a thousand pounds.

Not knowing who raised this girl or how, she was alert to everything and had heavy defenses. There was a solitary chill in her eyes as if she had endured much suffering. Yet she was so pure she seemed like a blank slate. If she was willing to let you see her eyes, a single glance would reveal it all.

Jiang Zhi stopped and looked at her, telling her, “It’s okay to be a little spoiled when someone cherishes you.”

Zhou Xufang didn’t quite understand Jiang Zhi’s words.

“Don’t understand?”

She nodded.

No one had ever taught her how to be a person, let alone how to be a girl. However, someone had taught her how to maximize the energy within her body.

Jiang Zhi bent down and patiently and tenderly taught her, saying, “You’re loved by someone, someone couldn’t bear to lose you, so you need to care for yourself a bit more, don’t just think about others.”

Zhou Xufang was stunned.

This was the first time she’d heard such sweet words in her life. In her simple and monotonous memories, no one had ever told her that she was cherished by someone.

Her eyes were about to turn red.

Seeing her moved almost to tears, Jiang Zhi wanted to kiss her, and the atmosphere was just right when suddenly—

There was a commotion in the ward ahead.

“Everyone get out!”

It was a duck-like voice, probably a teenager still going through puberty.

The teenager was violently irritable, and the ward was banging loudly, “I’m about to die, what’s the point of treatment! Get out, all of you, I don’t want to see you!”

A woman’s voice was urgently concerned, with a sobbing tone, “Yeye—”

“Get out!”

As he roared, the teenager in the tumor ward pushed away a nurse, grabbed a bottle of liquid and threw it with force. With a crash, the shards scattered everywhere.

Zhou Xufang’s first reaction was to turn around, raise her hand, and firmly shield Jiang Zhi.

The shards of the bottle grazed her face, causing a sting, like being pricked by a needle. She immediately covered her face.

Just then, Vice President Sun appeared with a group of doctors on a ward round and witnessed the scene.

Vice President Sun’s heart almost leaped out, “Mr. Jiang, Mr. Jiang.”

This Fifth Renmin Hospital, the Jiang family were the biggest shareholders, and Jiang Zhi was the most untouchable little ancestor.

Sure enough, the little ancestor was angry.

Jiang Zhi’s voice became extremely cold, with restrained fury smoldering in his eyes, “If he doesn’t want treatment, let him pack his things and get out of the hospital immediately.”

Vice President Sun didn’t dare make a sound, reading Jiang Zhi’s mood.

Just a moment ago, the little ancestor who was furious now had a softened gaze, as he carefully bent down to examine the young girl’s face in front of him, reaching to take her hand away from her face.

She pressed on her face, refusing to let go, “I’m fine.”

Her wounds healed too quickly to be seen by others.

“Let me see.”

She shook her head, “The glass didn’t hit me.”

Jiang Zhi gently touched the space between her middle and ring fingers with one finger, his eyes brimming with concern that he couldn’t conceal, “You’re bleeding.”

Hearing this, Zhou Xufang touched it and indeed, blood was still flowing.

She turned around, “Was the bottle filled with penicillin?”

The nurse in the room was surprised, “How did you know?”

Because penicillin was her nemesis, even a little bit could greatly reduce her self-healing ability, even to less than an ordinary person.

She said, “I recognize this type of bottle; it’s used for penicillin.”

Back in the laboratory, those ‘experts’ in white coats enjoyed injecting her with it and then watching the speed of her bleeding to calculate the fatalness of penicillin to her.

She let go of her hand and checked the blood between her fingers. There wasn’t much blood; the wound must have been very small. She said to Jiang Zhi, “It’s a minor cut, it doesn’t matter.”

Her pale skin made the small spread of blood on her right cheek stand out even more glaringly.

Jiang Zhi frowned, wanting to wipe it off but afraid of hurting her. He had never felt this way before; the sting from the shard felt as if it had embedded in his body, an indescribable dull pain.

He was done for.

He was bewitched by her.

He pulled her to his side, casting a glance at the teenager, who was now panicked and at a loss under the oppressive atmosphere, “Still have the strength to throw a tantrum here, you’re not dying, see. If you really want to die, the window is open, jump yourself. Otherwise, shut your mouth. If you continue to make a fuss, I’ll throw you out myself.”

The teenager and his mother didn’t dare to make a sound anymore.

Jiang Zhi took Zhou Xufang away, leaving a sentence behind, “Have the surgeon come over.”