The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie

She really didn't use much force, but her strength was more than thirty times that of an average person, and now it turned out, she broke him.

"Does it hurt?" She let go.

Maybe because this person was too good-looking, she forgot to stay on guard for a moment.

Jiang Zhi's wrist stiffened, he didn't move: "What do you think?"

Three words, squeezed out through his teeth.

It should hurt a lot, after all, she was so strong. She wrapped up her arm, then turned on the light, stepped back, trying to keep as far away from the victim as possible: "I'm sorry."

Jiang Zhi laughed in anger: "If 'sorry' worked, what do we need the police for."

"..."

He made a good point, Zhou Xufang did not argue.

Then—

Jiang Zhi called the police.

Zhou Xufang went to the police station in a police car, while Jiang Zhi went to the hospital to treat his injury. His hand was dislocated, but fortunately, there were no tears. After repositioning, it wasn't a big deal, except he had OCD and couldn't stand the smell of blood. Against medical advice, he insisted on taking a bath, and soaked for half an hour.

At nine-thirty in the evening, Jiang Zhi arrived at the police station. Zhou Xufang had already been 'arrested' for two hours. Because it was related to Jiang Zhi, Qiao Nanchu specially made a trip to the criminal investigation team.

"So, you want to sue her? For the charge of intentional injury?"

Jiang Zhi curled up in a chair, his fingers playing with the bandage around his injury, his handsome face was expressionless: "The process of suing is too troublesome."

Qiao Nanchu pulled up a chair and sat down, raising the corner of his eye slightly: "Then what do you want to do?"

He moved his wrist: "Lock her up for a few days."

"And then?"

Then—

Jiang Zhi was thinking when Ah Wan spoke: "Mr. Jiang."

He lifted an eyelid.

Ah Wan's large frame blocked a lot of light, his expression very honest: "She is the extra who got injured on the set today."

Honest advice is hard to take, but Ah Wan felt it had to be said.

After pondering for a moment, Ah Wan continued: "It was actually because of you that she got hurt." If that girl ended up in jail, he'd lose all faith in justice.

Although the employer had money and power, he couldn't just run roughshod over everyone.

The rich and powerful, lawless employer suddenly asked: "Where were you when my hand was dislocated?"

"..."

After driving out the fourth young master of the Ming family, he went to the... restroom, really had a bit of diarrhea today, shouldn't have eaten lobster for lunch.

A cold chill washed over him! Ah Wan shrank his neck: "I was using the toilet."

Jiang Zhi got straight to the point: "Get out."

"Yes."

When self-preservation was at stake, justice wasn't all that important. Ah Wan decisively left the meeting room at the police station just as the Second Young Master Xue arrived at the door.

"I've seen that girl before, under Ba Yi Bridge." Xue Baoyi came in and drank the untouched glass of water in front of Jiang Zhi.

Jiang Zhi looked up at him.

"The screen protector on your phone was put on by her." Xue Baoyi smiled mischievously, "Brother Zhi, be compassionate when possible."

Qiao Nanchu glanced at Jiang Zhi's screen protector and kicked Xue Baoyi's chair: "What's it to you?"

Xue Baoyi had a point, speaking righteously: "That girl is quite pitiful, young and has to apply screen protectors and be an extra, obviously not an easy life. Besides, it's all because of Brother Zhi's romantic entanglement."

What a show of philanthropy!

If it weren't for a pretty girl, Xue Baoyi would definitely help to ruin her.

Qiao Nanchu couldn't be bothered with the pretentious do-gooder, he asked Jiang Zhi: "What do you want? You say."

Jiang Zhi seemed low in spirits, he lowered his eyelids, his brows furrowed and relaxed alternately, rarely so undecided, after a long while, he finally responded.

"Let her go."

After saying this, he coughed lightly, his originally sleepy eyes were slightly flushed due to frustration. It was already late autumn, he disliked the cold, his lazily hanging fingers at his side were pale.

Qiao Nanchu leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, with a smile: "For the first time." He signaled to Xue Baoyi, "He's feeling tender."

Jiang Zhi snorted: "Tender my ass!"

In the large office outside, Zhou Xufang was handling civil dispute mediation procedures.

"Just sign here and you can leave." The round-faced officer said.

She signed her name, and just in time, Jiang Zhi came out of the meeting room, his gaze didn't stop, his expression indifferent and detached.

Zhou Xufang thought for a moment, and still stepped forward, raised her head, and tried to drop her guard: "Thank you."

This person was not only good-looking but also kind-hearted.

She was really grateful to him.

Her thanks were sincere, Jiang Zhi glanced at her eyes, frowning fiercely, and turned to leave. Seeing this person just made him so angry, burning with an inexplicable fire that he couldn't quite put out.

He wasn't some kind of saint, why did he let her go?

Heaven knows what kind of hex he was under.

Walking behind, Ah Wan stopped, stared at Zhou Xufang for several moments.

"We've met." Ah Wan felt a connection with this girl, "At the south bank of Canghai." That night, when the employer was abducted to Canghai, he saw this girl while looking for him.

Zhou Xufang lowered her head, habitually keeping her distance, pulling up the hood of her sweatshirt, avoiding eye contact, her gaze wary: "I was there applying screen protectors."

The client said to do no harm, just to rescue a damsel in distress, she wasn't at ease, stayed there for an hour, making sure the person was safe before leaving.

"Oh." Ah Wan didn't doubt her, just thought this girl seemed a bit antisocial and cautious.

Outside the police station, coughing sounds were carried in by the night wind.

Ah Wan sighed: such a delicate employer.

"Why aren't you coming to drive!"

The employer was losing his temper outside, never knew where all that anger came from. Ah Wan thought perhaps it was all that youthful vigor. Even though he was so delicate, he still had eight-pack abs.

Those eight-pack abs, Ah Wan accidentally saw them, the employer had ordered him not to talk about it. Ah Wan found it hard to understand, thinking the employer was weird every day. He looked so frail and skinny, yet he had abs, while Ah Wan did two hours of exercise daily to get his own eight-pack.

Hey, so unfair.

"Oh."

Ah Wan hurried out to drive the employer.

Zhou Xufang got home, it was already past ten. She took a shower, put on a black loungewear hoodie, moved her computer to the bed, and contacted her partner Shuangjiang.

The screen was full of SpongeBob, Shuangjiang typed: "Any tasks?"

"No." She got up and held the cotton candy box in her hand, pinching one and eating it in small bites, "I accidentally hurt someone, want to make it up, what can I offer?"

After a few seconds, text rolled out on the screen: "Where's the injury?"

"His hand was dislocated."

This matter was her fault. She should apologize and compensate. She had no friends, only two 'colleagues,' Shuangjiang and Fang Lixiang. She didn't have Fang Lixiang's contact information, so she could only ask Shuangjiang.

Shuangjiang quickly gave a suggestion: "Send a local chicken, it's nutritious."

Send a chicken.

Zhou Xufang had no experience in giving gifts, since she had memory, she had been alone, no one taught her social etiquette. She pursed her lips and rarely showed a troubled expression: "I don't know if he likes to eat chicken."

"Then do you know what he likes?"

She tossed a marshmallow into her mouth, sickeningly sweet, she thought for a moment: "He likes drinking milk, a lot, drank three cans in one afternoon."

Just like she liked marshmallows.

Shuangjiang then said: "Then you send a chicken and a box of milk."

Zhou Xufang thought that would work.