The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie-Chapter 240 - Grandpa Zhi protecting his wife exploded with
Chapter 240: 240: Grandpa Zhi protecting his wife, exploded with popularity
Chapter 240: 240: Grandpa Zhi protecting his wife, exploded with popularity
Fang Lixiang shook her head, unable to bear watching any longer. As she flipped her head back, she noticed two suspicious-looking people. She focused her gaze on them again.
The two people opposite her were staring at her too!
Fang Lixiang immediately pulled up her scarf, covering everything up to her chin, “Xu Fang, do those two recognize us? They’ve been staring at us nonstop.”
The pair had already approached, a man and a woman, arm in arm and hugging close, probably a couple. But their sizes… didn’t quite match. The girl was a petite loli type, quite short, while the man was hefty, his body like ‘streaky pork’ wobbling as he walked. However, that wasn’t the main point. What stood out was his brand-name attire, the chain around his neck, the watch on his wrist, broadcasting four words all over—’I am loaded!’
The rich guy spoke up, “Where did you buy that headband of yours?”
His Beijing accent was thick, and his tone was anything but friendly.
Fang Lixiang wasn’t really in the mood to chat but out of courtesy she still replied, “We had it custom-made.”
The loli was persistent, “Isn’t it available for sale anywhere?”
That loli voice…
Why was she putting it on so thick?
Fang Lixiang, “Nope.”
The loli asked in a delicate, whiny voice, “Can’t you sell yours to us?”
Speaking in such a coquettish tone.
Fang Lixiang felt a chill and her eyes, exposed to the air, still radiated a friendly light, “Sorry, we don’t sell them.”
The rich guy was quickly riled up, his voice nasty, “Fine, if you’re not selling.”
However, the little loli at his side wouldn’t let it go and whined softly, “But I really want one.” She whimpered, pointing at Zhou Xufang’s headband, “I want the one on her head.”
Just because she wants it, she should get it?
Fang Lixiang, Heh.
But it’s hard to resist when her boyfriend, the rich spender, said, “I can pay extra. Would you consider selling it to us?”
Zhou Xufang shook her head, not selling.
The man glanced at the accessory on Zhou Xufang’s head and made a lavish offer, “I’ll give you ten times the price.”
Zhou Xufang, wearing a mask, had no expression in her eyes, just a touch of aloofness that warned others to keep their distance, “I’m not selling.”
The man scoffed, chin lifted due to his shorter stature, “Then how much do you want?”
He made it sound as if she was trying to extort him, and Zhou Xufang was starting to get annoyed.
Jiang Zhi stepped forward, pulling her behind him, and even with a somewhat comical green stick on his head, he lost none of his dignity, “My girlfriend said it’s not for sale. Can’t you understand?”
The man must have been someone of wealth and status too; his tone was arrogant and irascible, “It’s just a lousy headband. What’s there to show off? Acting all high and mighty in front of me!”
With such an invite for a beating, someone had to deliver it.
Jiang Zhi had just taken a step forward when Zhou Xufang pulled him back. She shook her head, whispering, “There are too many people here. We could get recognized.”
He was somewhat of a public figure, after all, and Fang Lixiang was also present.
Jiang Zhi licked his back teeth, holding back.
Yet that guy still hadn’t toned it down, soothing his upset little girlfriend, “Baby, don’t be angry. It’s just a piece of junk; we don’t need it.” As he spoke, he turned his head back, glancing over provocatively.
Jiang Zhi was never known for his good temper.
He took a bracelet from Zhou Xufang, weighed it in his hand, and with a light toss, kicked it with his foot right as it descended to knee height.
“Ah!”
“Right in the calf of the man, he screams in pain, “Dammit, who the fuck is that?” He turns his head and glares at Jiang Zhi, cursing loudly, “Are you fucking looking to die?”
Jiang Zhi takes his other hand out of his overcoat pocket, looks at his girl, and says, “Zhou Xufang, I’m about to start hitting, you gonna stop me?”
Zhou Xufang says, “Nope.”
That guy had just cussed at Jiang Zhi.
Even Zhou Xufang, who doesn’t like to solve problems with violence, felt that guy deserved a beating.
Jiang Zhi unbuttons one of his overcoat buttons and says to the man, “Stop running your mouth, come over here.” His tone is slow and drawn-out.
The man rolls up his sleeves and charges over, “I’ll fuck your mother*!”
Jiang Zhi steps forward, no bullshit, and kicks the man in the chest.
The man staggers a few steps, falls on his ass, losing face, he’s furious, “Your mother—” He starts to get up when a foot steps on his shoulder.
Jiang Zhi is wearing short canvas shoes today, black, very street, perfect for fighting.
He looks calm on his face, his voice lazy, “Swear one more time.”
The man struggles a bit, but his right shoulder is pinned to the ground, and he can’t move at all. More and more onlookers gather, his face is utterly lost, he’s so angry that his face turns red with shame, and he spits out in fury, “Do you know who I am?”
Jiang Zhi leans down a bit, “And do you know who I am?” He presses a little harder with his foot, and the man immediately lets out a scream.
“Ah ah ah ah ah ah—”
The cries are unbearable to hear.
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His little Lolita girlfriend has been scared stiff, her face loses color, and she hides far away.
“It hurts, doesn’t it?”
The man is in so much pain his face is red, and the veins on his neck bulge.
Jiang Zhi folds his arms and looks at him in his embarrassed state, “You only learn when it hurts.” His voice is lazy but laced with a ruthless wildness, yet it still retains a dignified elegance, as he says, “Remember from now on, don’t walk around with your nose in the air, keep a lower profile. Here in Imperial City, everyone’s a big shot.”
And under Imperial City, big shots are also ranked.
The man who’s being pinned down is still struggling, his eyes bulging with rage.
“Not convinced?” he blows a strand of hair from his forehead, “Jiang family’s young master from Qingshan Mansion, not convinced, come find me.”
Jiang family’s young master?
Which Jiang family?
The man suddenly freezes, stupefied.
This is Fang Lixiang’s first time seeing Jiang Zhi fight. Everyone outside claims that this young master of the Jiang family is so frail he could barely breath, a sickly person who won’t live past twenty-five.
Fang Lixiang had been worried before, afraid that Jiang Zhi would pass away too soon, but now she’s relieved, thinking Zhou Xufang probably won’t become a widow too young. Jiang Zhi can look so fragile that it melts your heart, but when it comes to fighting, he can be wild to the point of leaving you breathless. Indeed, versatile in both attack and defense…
Ahem, ahem, her thoughts are running away from her, the matter at hand is more pressing, Fang Lixiang quickly reminds Zhou Xu, “Xu Fang, someone is filming.”
Zhou Xu, who only had eyes for her boyfriend, now realizes that many bystanders are recording with their phones; she immediately runs over and blocks in front of Jiang Zhi, speaking in a stern voice, “Stop recording.”
Jiang Zhi steps off, takes off the scarf around his neck, and wraps it around Zhou Xufang, leading her out of the crowd, “Can we enter now?”
Fang Lixiang puts her large canvas bag on her back, “Yes.”
The three of them head straight in.
Zhou Xufang is still a little worried, “Someone took a video just now.” If it gets online, people are definitely going to take things out of context and speak ill of Jiang Zhi.
Jiang Zhi takes her backpack, holding it for her, “It’s okay, it was so dark out, and I was wearing a mask, they couldn’t have captured much clearly.”
Zhou Xufang recalls the lighting outside, which indeed seemed very dim, and she is reassured.
