The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie

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Bamboo Garden, Room 403.

Zhou Xufang knocked on the door. The person who answered was a young man, wearing suit pants and a shirt, with two buttons undone at the collar, and a tie loosely hanging around his neck. His appearance was fierce, his attire was quite formal, but his hair was dyed in an unconventional color.

Zhou Xufang handed over the porridge. "Your delivery."

He didn't take it, his gaze swept over Xufang's face, and he smiled like a little rascal, "Miss, give me your WeChat."

Scoundrel.

Zhou Xufang remained expressionless, "I don't use WeChat."

The man poked the delivery bag with one finger, smiling roguishly, "No WeChat? Then I'll give you a bad review."

Zhou Xufang put down the stuff and walked away.

Hey, she's quite wild.

The man closed the door and carried the bag back to his seat.

There were quite a few men and women in the room, someone teased, "Mr. Ming, you don't even let the delivery girl go?"

The man called Mr. Ming tore off his tie, "A pretty girl, not flirting is a waste of resources."

The guy next to him laughed at him, "Keep that up, watch out for your sister's scolding!"

Mr. Ming bristled, "Don't mention that tomboy Ming Saiying."

"Haha, scared, huh?"

"Get lost!"

"..."

The room was filled with people, merry and lively.

Jiang Zhi rubbed his temples, the noise from this place made his head hurt.

"Mr. Jiang," Ah Wan was thrilled, "look!" The person who shielded you from the chicken poop!

Fussing so much, what's that about?

Jiang Zhi had seen it already, but he pretended not to. The commotion drew the peculiar person's attention, and he had to ask, "How many jobs do you work?"

The person still had that blank, cold expression, "Do you have WeChat?"

Completely unrelated, what was that all about?

Jiang Zhi looked at her, increasingly finding her odd.

"Yes."

It was Ah Wan who answered on his behalf. He really liked this screen protector girl, hoping she could "straighten out" his employer. The employer's chronic imbalance made his temper too volatile.

His unsolicited help earned him a cold glance from the employer. He hugged the chicken and backed off.

"Can you give me your WeChat?" She actually wanted the address. That chicken made a mess, and she wanted to bring another box of milk as an apology.

"Didn't you say you don't use WeChat?" Her eyes, like autumn water, half-opened, half-shuttered, exuded a casual three-part laziness, three-part delicate faintness.

It seemed her conversation with that rogue had been overheard. Zhou Xufang honestly responded, "I said I don't use it because I didn't want to give it."

"I don't use WeChat either."

"..."

Zhou Xufang thought, he was still mad because of that cock that defecated everywhere. She glanced at the chicken in Ah Wan's hands, pulled down her yellow delivery cap, and walked away with her head lowered.

Ah Wan felt that the screen protector girl's figure looked very dejected, couldn't help but speak for her, "Mr. Jiang, I think she's a good person."

Jiang Zhi didn't say anything, standing at a fork in the road, watching that person in the black raincoat.

Ah Wan was very sure, "And, I think she likes you." She came to ask for WeChat after all!

Jiang Zhi turned and walked another path, he wasn't in high spirits, his steps were slow and labored. He asked a completely unrelated question, "What's your IQ?"

Why suddenly ask this sad question?

Ah Wan answered truthfully, "Just under a hundred." Really, just a little short.

Jiang Zhi showed an 'I knew it' expression, "Talk less in the future."

"Oh."

It felt like he was being looked down upon.

Ah Wan had worked for Jiang Zhi for several years, if it weren't for his worrying IQ, he wouldn't be doing all sorts of chores for him.

It was two years ago, Ah Wan's mother had uremia, needed a kidney transplant. At that time, Ah Wan was a nameless boxer, couldn't afford his mother's surgery. He thought it over for three nights and decided to rob someone.

After making the decision, Ah Wan lurked at Fusheng Inn for a week, finally chose a target—a rich, frail young master. The process went smoothly, he successfully robbed a very expensive-looking watch, but it was his first time committing a crime, inexperienced, he rode his motorcycle into the police station...

The rich, frail young master bore him no grudge. Not only did he not press charges, but he also bailed him out, paid for his mother's expensive medical bills. At first, he thought he'd met a savior like Guanyin, until that thirty-year long—and a servitude contract!

That young master was Jiang Zhi.

"Sigh!" Ah Wan sighed.

The chicken in his arms clucked.

Jiang Zhi glanced at the chicken. The chicken immediately stretched its neck and clucked.

It was a sturdy cock, had been causing trouble all day but still full of energy. But its fate wasn't good, Ah Wan said, "I'll slaughter it when I get home," then added, "I'll make chicken soup for you tomorrow."

There was wind outside, almost winter, the nights were turning chilly. Jiang Zhi's throat was uncomfortable, he coughed and bent over, looking listless, "I don't want to drink."

If he didn't want it... Ah Wan asked, "Then what about this chicken?"

He seemingly replied absent-mindedly, "Keep it."

Ah Wan doubted his ears, "Why keep it?" A cock can't be a pet.

Why keep it?

Jiang Zhi pondered, if it were his own usual self, he would have buried this cock alive while it was still breathing. It's not that he was moved by pity, he had no such thing.

So why keep it?

He didn't know. Just as Xue Baoyi said, his capriciousness had reached a maddening degree. He was curious about the chicken's owner, so he kept it first. When he got upset, he'd kill it.

Dragging his slow steps and drawling tone, he casually gave a reason—

"To lay eggs."

Was the wind too strong? Did he hear it wrong?

Ah Wan scratched his ear, and couldn't hold it in. He was an honest person, had to speak up, "Mr. Jiang."

Jiang Zhi acknowledged with a hum.

Well-cared-for rich boys' ignorance wasn't surprising, but he still had to inform, "This is a cock. Cocks don't lay eggs."

The cock: "Cluck!"

Jiang Zhi: "..."

This one's IQ definitely wasn't just a bit short of a hundred.

"Mr. Jiang, where should I take you?"

"Home."

Old Lady Jiang was once a noble lady from a prominent family. Many old customs were retained in Jiang's house, such as the lanterns lit outside the courtyard at night, which gave a classical charm from afar.

The poodle kept by the Old Madam barked in the yard.

The Second Madam of the Luo Family stepped out of the hall and asked the housekeeper in the yard, "Who's back?"

The housekeeper replied, "Second Madam, it's the young master."

The Second Madam, Luo Changfang, was from the merchant family Luo, and Luo Qinghe addressed her as Third Aunt.

Luo Changfang adjusted the shawl around her, "Is it Brother Zhi?"

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