The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie-Chapter 247 - : A heated New Year’s Eve night, temperature rising for the Qiao Wen couple (6 updates)

Chapter 247: 247: A heated New Year’s Eve night, temperature rising for the Qiao Wen couple (6 updates)

He came up with a few excuses for not being able to go back, all of which he deleted. In the end, he only sent one sentence: “Wait for me at home.”

It took her a long time before she replied, “Don’t come over.”

Qiao Nanchu read the message twice, tapping the screen rhythmically with his fingers.

More than half a minute later, she sent another message, as if explaining the previous one, “If it’s late, you don’t need to make the trip, we can meet tomorrow.”

Qiao Nanchu touched the pack of cigarettes in his pocket but put it back, picking up his phone to make a call instead.

She answered quickly.

She couldn’t hear and she couldn’t speak. On the phone, he could only hear her very faint breathing. Just as he was about to hang up, voices came through from the other end.

“What’s the situation?”

“The car window glass pierced the pulmonary artery.”

“Notify the anesthesiology department to prepare for surgery immediately.”

One male, one female—two strangers’ voices, and faintly in the background, the sound of an ambulance siren could be heard.

Qiao Nanchu stood up from his chair, “Where are you?”

He forgot, she couldn’t hear.

“Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep…”

The call was disconnected.

Wen Baiyang stood at the hospital entrance for a while, her phone silent and still in her hand, with no more messages from him.

The front of the hospital was quiet; aside from the patient who had just received emergency care, there was not a single passerby. The street lamp straight ahead, the leaves on the trees seemed coated in a layer of frost, and she left, stepping through the shadows of the trees.

“Wen Baiyang.”

As he called her name, Qiao Nanchu grabbed her hand.

She turned her head, the wind making her eyes red.

“Why did you come?”

“Who told you something?”

“Was it Ms. Wen?”

He rattled off three questions in quick succession, his speech fast and confused.

Wen Baiyang didn’t answer any of his questions but instead asked, “Is your grandfather still alright?”

Those three questions didn’t need answers anymore—it must have been Ms. Wen who told her something.

“It’s alright now.” He didn’t let go of her hand, leading her under the tree.

The streetlamp’s light couldn’t reach under the tree, making it somewhat dark.

“I’m sorry.” She suddenly apologized.

Qiao Nanchu touched her face, which was cold, not knowing how long she had stood outside the hospital; he warmed her with his hands, “What are you apologizing for? I’m the one who’s angry. What does it have to do with you?”

She looked guilt-ridden and used sign language to say, “It’s all because of me.”

Qiao Nanchu’s expression changed slightly, irritation crept into his eyebrows, “What did Ms. Wen tell you?” Not waiting for her answer, he steadied the frail shoulders of the young girl, “I don’t care what she said. Don’t listen to a word of it, just listen to me, okay?”

Her eyes were red, “She asked me to break up with you.”

“Do you want to break up with me?”

She shook her head quickly and forcefully.

The dark clouds in Qiao Nanchu’s eyes dispersed, “Good girl.” He lowered his head and kissed her face.

Her brow was still furrowed, “But what about your grandfather?”

He hadn’t anticipated that the old man would be so stubborn. He had a myocardial infarction and passed out, yet he still wanted to beat him. He threatened that if he did not agree, he would marry into the family. The old man retorted even harsher, saying that if he dared to do so, he would swallow a bottle of pills.

As it turned out, no pills were needed. He managed to anger the old man into the hospital with just a few words.

“I won’t anger him anymore,” he had already thought through the matter, “If he won’t let me be with you, then we’ll just be together in secret, okay?”

Wen Baiyang nodded.

She couldn’t bear to break up. She was selfish; even though it had come to this, she still didn’t want to give him back to the Qiao Family.

Seeing her on the verge of tears, Qiao Nanchu felt an intense pang of distress and kissed her eyes, “You’re young now, we can’t get married. Wait a few more years. When the old man’s too old to meddle with this unfilial descendant, I’ll go steal us a marriage certificate.”

Her face reddened as she nodded, her frown easing into shy affection brimming in her eyes.

Through sign language, she conveyed her heart to him, “I can wait. I can wait for a very, very long time.”

After all, life is long, and she could wait for a long, long time.

“If you’re ever wronged, tell me,” Qiao Nanchu supported her waist, lifting her a bit higher, “and if someone bullies you, you tell me too, okay?”

She hugged his neck, unable to free her hands to reply, so she nodded vigorously.

She didn’t feel wronged at all, not one bit. She had him, after all; what else could count as a grievance?

Qiao Nanchu bowed his head, pressing against her forehead.

Above them, slivers of moonlight filtered through, as he kissed his girl under the tree, “As long as we don’t break up, anything goes.”

The whispers of lovers vanished between their lips and teeth.

Jiang Zhi and Zhou Xufang got home after nine o’clock. Worried that he hadn’t eaten, Zhou Xufang took the bag Jiang Zhi was carrying as soon as they entered the house, “I’ll go boil dumplings for you.”

Jiang Zhi pulled her back, “I’m not hungry yet.”

Zhou Xufang set the bag on the floor and freed her hands to hug him, “Jiang Zhi, you look so good in red.”

Jiang Zhi was wearing a brightly red sweater, a very true red, which made his complexion look fairer. The vivid color suited his peach blossom eyes just right, enchantingly so.

Jiang Zhi lifted her in his arms, placed her on the sofa, and leaned down to block the light above her, “You like it?”

“Like it.”

“Then, our wedding will be traditional Chinese style, you in a bridal dress, and I in a big red wedding robe.”

Zhou Xufang felt shy, buried her head in his shoulder, and secretly nodded.

Jiang Zhi smiled and sat down holding her.

Suddenly thinking of Wen Baiyang’s situation and then of her own, Zhou Xufang asked, “What if your grandma also tries to break us apart?”

Although she was rather hard ‘to kill’, she still disliked the idea of being forcibly separated.

Jiang Zhi chuckled, “What are you thinking about? My grandma wouldn’t. I came out at eighteen. After that, she had no more demands, as long as it’s not a man.”

So it turns out, coming out can sometimes promote harmony between the sexes.

“But,” Jiang Zhi said with a kiss, “even if you were a man, she couldn’t stop me. I would still marry you.” He added, “Or you could marry me, I don’t mind.”

Anyway, when it came to Zhou Xufang, he had no principles or bottom line.

Zhou Xufang felt overjoyed, extremely happy.

Jiang Zhi fetched an envelope from under a sofa cushion, “This is for you.”

“What is it?”

She opened it to find a document.

“It’s New Year’s money,” Jiang Zhi said.

It was a sales contract for Moon Bay.

Under the column for the legal owner, her name was written.

“Don’t you not want me going to Moon Bay?”

Even, to spend the money she had for buying the island, he purposefully had her buy him several expensive watches, because he was worried she might run away too far from home, making it hard to find her.

“I don’t,” he answered her question after thoughtful consideration, “but I’m afraid there might be a time when it’s necessary to go.”

Zhou Xufang then asked, “What reason could be necessary enough to go?”

Jiang Zhi pulled her onto his lap, “If it’s not safe around me, then you hide there, and wait for me to come find you.”

Oh, he had bought it for her to have a place to hide.

Zhou Xufang replied, “Okay.”

There was another issue he felt he had to clarify in advance, “If you’re just angry with me, don’t run too far,” he thought for a moment, “Then go to Fang Lixiang’s place, or go to Wen Baiyang’s.”

“Oh,” the sensible and obedient Zhou Xufang replied, “Okay.”

Such a good girl.

Jiang Zhi patted her head, “If you’re still angry, you can hit me.”

Zhou Xufang’s expression turned serious, very seriously, “I won’t abuse you.”

Jiang Zhi’s skin was delicate and tender, too precious to be hurt. She needed to treat him with extra care.

Jiang Zhi jokingly not joking said, “On the bed is okay, I don’t mind.”

Zhou Xufang: “…”

Little rascal.

She pushed the little rascal away, “I’m going to cook dumplings.” She first went to properly store the Moon Bay contract, walked around the house searching for the right spot, but in the end, she folded the contract into a ball and placed it inside a sock, then hid the sock inside a pillow.

Just like when she was a child, she always hid things inside her pillow.

Jiang Zhi found her utterly adorable and wanted to carry her to the bathroom to tease her.

At ten o’clock, there was a light show at People’s Square.

In past years, there had always been a fireworks show, but after a few fire incidents occurred at the end of last year, the authorities issued a ban against setting off fireworks and crackers in public places.

Last New Year’s Eve, the countdown celebration transitioned from fireworks to a light show.

The square wasn’t far from Zhou Xufang’s Yuquan Bay residence, and as she had never seen it before, Jiang Zhi led her there. The square was bustling with people who had come to see the performance, and there were many street vendors set up around the perimeter.

Zhou Xufang saw a business opportunity and thought to herself that next New Year’s Eve, she too would set up a stall. What should she sell? Ice cream—because if she couldn’t sell it all, she could just eat it herself.

“Why are there people selling popcorn and ice cream?” she asked Jiang Zhi, of course, it was a deliberate question as she needed an opening to bring up ice cream.

Jiang Zhi answered, “Because there are lots of couples and children coming to watch the performance.”

Zhou Xufang’s mouth sneaked into a little upward twitch, “We’re a couple too.”

So?

So, she held out her hand, “Jiang Zhi, buy a tub of ice cream for your girlfriend.”

It was too cold, and Jiang Zhi didn’t want her to eat it, “The ice cream from those street stalls might have eggs in them.”

The ice cream Zhou Xufang usually consumed was bought at a few specific stores; she could only eat those without eggs, which left her with limited options—many shops even needed advance orders.

Zhou Xufang’s eyes were fixated on a cold drink cart selling ice cream, “You didn’t even go ask.”

He simply didn’t want to let her eat, “It’s too late, eating ice isn’t good for the stomach.”

“Oh.”

Her expression looked rather sad, “To think of having to set up a stall during the festive season, so pitiful, it’s the last tub too, and they can’t go home for New Year’s until it’s sold.”

Jiang Zhi, “…”

Zhou Xufang, “Ah, how pitiful.”

Jiang Zhi felt his girlfriend was wasting her talent by not becoming an actress and had no choice but to relent, “Fine, shall I buy it?”

Zhou Xufang revealed a big, sincere smile, “Jiang Zhi, you really are a good person.”

The long-missed ‘good person’ card.

The girl selling ice cream was conversing with her companion, speaking in a dialect.

Jiang Zhi walked over with Zhou Xufang, knocked on the cart, but the girl didn’t react, engrossed in her cheerful conversation, without a trace of the ‘pity’ that Zhou Xufang had mentioned.

Jiang Zhi, “Hello.”

Upon hearing his voice, the girl suddenly remembered her stall, turned her head, and stammered upon seeing Jiang Zhi with a mask on, “You, hello.”

Good Lord!

A fairy so enchanting and free-spirited!

“Does this ice cream have any eggs in it?”

Good Lord!

His voice is also so pleasant.

Good Lord!

His hands are so fine-looking too!

Good Lord!

He! Already! Has! A! Girlfriend!

Though the girl was inwardly exuberant, she kept her composure on the surface, “No.” The fact was, they hadn’t added eggs just to save effort, which compromised the taste and made it sell poorly.

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Jiang Zhi asked, “How much?”

“Fifty-eight.”

Just as Jiang Zhi was about to pull out his wallet, a mother and son approached from behind.

“Give me two spoons.” The woman, slightly overweight, led a four- or five-year-old boy, placed a hundred-yuan bill on the cold drink cart, and urged the girl selling ice cream to hurry.

The other was a woman, so Jiang Zhi restrained himself from getting angry and patiently said, “There’s a line.”

The woman had a volatile temper and was unreasonable, “There’s only one portion left, why line up?” She looked Zhou Xufang up and down in her black down jacket, “You’re no child, what do you need ice cream for?”

Zhou Xufang originally wanted to pull Jiang Zhi back and not buy it, but the mother’s tone changed her mind.

Jiang Zhi asked her, “Still want it?”

“Yes.”

If the woman had been more reasonable, she would have given in, but with such unreasonable behavior, she didn’t feel like conceding.

Jiang Zhi listened to his girlfriend, took out a banknote, and placed it on the cart, “Please pack it for me.”

“…Oh.”

The girl selling ice cream took Jiang Zhi’s money, gave the change, and handed over the ice cream together.

Jiang Zhi handed the ice cream over to Zhou Xufang to hold.

The little boy beside the woman saw the ice cream being bought by someone else and started stamping his feet, “I want to eat ice cream!” He yelled at Zhou Xufang, “That’s mine, give it back to me!”

Brat.

Zhou Xufang didn’t want to bother with this brat.

The brat’s mother was very annoyed and spoke in a sarcastic tone, “Are you really okay with snatching from a little kid?”

No wonder they say parents are a child’s first teachers, it really is true.

Zhou Xufang led Jiang Zhi away, “It’s about to start, let’s go.” One’s a woman, the other’s a child, it’s not good to fuss over it.

Jiang Zhi, clearly holding back her anger, irritably kicked the pebbles on the ground.

Behind them, the boy burst into tears, while his mother continued to curse.

Jiang Zhi, holding Zhou Xufang’s hand, headed to a less crowded area, “Are all kids this annoying?”

Zhou Xufang said it wasn’t like that, “It’s the adults who are unlovable.”

Little kids just mimic what they see.

Jiang Zhi thought of something, “You’ll be the one to teach our kids in the future.”

“Won’t you teach them?”

Jiang Zhi said he wouldn’t; he spoke seriously, “I’m full of crooked tricks, I’m afraid I’ll mess them up.” Boys are okay, a little naughtiness doesn’t matter, but for a girl, he hoped she would be like Zhou Xufang.

Zhou Xufang said that wasn’t acceptable, they had to teach together.

The unprincipled Jiang Zhi, “I’ll listen to you.”

At ten o’clock sharp, the performance began.

The light effects creating the fireworks were very realistic, filling the sky with sparks like a cascading silver and fire tree. Zhou Xufang looked up at the sky while Jiang Zhi watched her — she took photos of the scenery while he was taking photos of her.

The square was noisy with people, and the cold wind blew in gusts, still unable to suppress the liveliness and clamor.

A beam of purple light shot into the sky, then exploded into countless reds and greens, glinting like colorful fireflies. Zhou Xufang, with her head tilted back, was fascinated, “Jiang Zhi, look over there.”

She wanted to point out a pink flower in the sky to Jiang Zhi, but her hand was grabbed and firmly pulled by him.

Zhou Xufang stumbled into Jiang Zhi’s embrace, while the fireworks burned the back of his hand right behind her.

It was that little boy, still holding a sizzling sparkler in his hand, sticking his tongue out and making faces at Zhou Xufang, proudly waving the sparkler in his hand.

The smile on Zhou Xufang’s face disappeared, and she pursed her lips tightly.

“Let me see your hand.”

Jiang Zhi placed his hand behind his back, “It’s nothing.”

“Let me see.”

She directly pulled his hand over, and on the back of his right hand was a small patch of skin that had been scalded bright red, and a blister had formed in just a short time.

Her eyes instantly reddened.

Jiang Zhi called out to her, “Xufang.”

Zhou Xufang turned her head to look at the child.

A four or five-year-old kid, no matter how bold, was still a little one, and was so frightened that he dropped his sparkler, “Demon…” He pointed at Zhou Xufang, “You are a big demon.”

The boy ran off, crying and shouting, “Mom, the demon is going to eat me!”

If she were one to eat people, she would have devoured him by now.

At this moment, she was filled with spite.

Jiang Zhi pulled her into his embrace and covered her eyes with his hand, “Xufang, don’t be angry anymore.”

Zhou Xufang clenched her fists, “I’m already angry.” She pushed Jiang Zhi’s hand away, her eyes seething with rage, “If his parents won’t teach him manners, I’ll do it.”

Jiang Zhi held her back, “You don’t need to teach him, the world will teach him that in time.” Her anger was far from cooled, the blood in her eyes not fading in the slightest, so Jiang Zhi leaned down, kissed her eyes, and made her close them, “You can’t hit anyone, it’s too easy for things to get out of hand.” Especially when the other party is a child, you can’t act on it.

Zhou Xufang knew she couldn’t act on it, “But I’m so angry.”

“Zhou Xufang.”

Zhou Xufang didn’t respond, her ears keenly tuned to the noise around. At the nine o’clock direction, twenty-six meters away, she had the brat’s location pinned down. With just one turn, one step, she could squash him, blending into the crowd unnoticed…

“Zhou Xufang, my hand hurts.”

She immediately opened her eyes, “Does it hurt a lot?”

Jiang Zhi held out his hand in front of her eyes, whimpering pitifully, “It hurts.”

He frowned, his eyes misty and hazy, like a peach blossom blooming after the rain.

A delicate and pretty flower.

Jiang Zhi was always good at acting spoiled, especially when he wanted her to comfort and tend to him, “Shall we go home? You can apply ointment for me when we get home.”