The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie-Chapter 163 - : 163: The weaver lady is angry again, coax her! (Second update)

Chapter 163: 163: The weaver lady is angry again, coax her! (Second update)

Qiao Nanchu walked to the rear of the car, looked around a few times, “It’s quite badly damaged, I’ll call someone to tow the car, and after that, I’ll take you.”

Zhang Zixi shook her head and declined, “No need to trouble yourself.”

“It’s entirely my fault,” he said with a breeziness in his eyes but a firm tone, “I have to take responsibility.”

He hadn’t changed at all, spontaneous in nature but not so compliant, with no understanding of sentiments in his words or looks. Zhang Zixi gave up arguing, “Then I’ll trouble you.”

“Contact me after you get the repair cost,” he parked the car and walked towards the hotel.

She stood there, watching his back for a while, dazed, then followed him, “Okay.”

The next day, at the Criminal Intelligence Department.

Qiao Nanchu had gone out for a while and upon his return, he handed Li Xiaodong a bloody piece of paper.

“Check this number.”

Li Xiaodong spread it out and looked it over several times, front and back, “What is this?”

“Information about a drug trafficker.”

Li Xiaodong didn’t understand, “Just a string of numbers?”

“Yes.” Is it Z or 2, needs to be confirmed.

“It doesn’t look like transaction information, probably some sort of identity code,” Li Xiaodong muttered to himself.

Qiao Nanchu didn’t speak, took a seat on the swivel chair, and glanced vaguely in the direction of the door.

The desk by the office door was empty; it was usually unoccupied and piled with many documents and two computers, one of which had a black object the size of a fingernail stuck behind it.

It was a bugging device.

“What is this?”

“Information about a drug trafficker.”

“Just a string of numbers?”

“Yes.”

“It doesn’t look like transaction information, probably some sort of identity code.”

The woman on the sofa removed her headphones, put the cat curled up on her legs on the floor, took her mobile phone, and walked to the French windows. She made a call in English, “Mr. Smith, that shipment might be delayed.” The orange afterglow through the window fell on her side face, innocently beautiful as she explained, “There’s been a complication on my side.”

After a few more words, she hung up the phone, and the fold cat at her feet meowed incessantly.

She dialed another number, “Book me a flight to T country.”

“Okay, President Zhang.”

As the year neared its end, Jiang Zhi’s new movie was scheduled to start filming after the New Year; he was free during this period. Of course, there were many promotional events for movies, but he was too lazy to attend, only wanting to accompany Zhou Xufang to set up a stall.

Zhou Xufang hadn’t taken him to set up a stall for two days now, which was fine, but he couldn’t even see her, nor would she return his calls or send many messages!

This woman didn’t care about him anymore!

This woman had changed!

This woman didn’t love him anymore!

Bang!

An empty milk can flew in an arc, smashing hard into the trash bin. Jiang Zhi sat up from the sofa, grabbed his phone, and pulled up Zhou Xufang’s WeChat, nickname—Fangbao. Just a few days ago, he had changed it and even used couple profile pictures, the Q-version; his was a dark, nondescript little figure, Zhou Xufang’s was this extremely beautiful character with blue hair, joined together by a pink heart.

Fangbao’s Boyfriend: “Xu Fang.” Along with an emoticon behind it—

[Your little master is online]

Just waited for three seconds.

Fangbao’s Boyfriend: “Zhou Xufang!”

It took about ten seconds for Zhou Xufang to reply.

Fangbao: “Hmm.”

Fangbao’s Boyfriend: “How long have we not seen each other?”

Fangbao: “Two days.”

Indeed, she didn’t care about him anymore! Had changed! Didn’t love him anymore!

Jiang Zhi’s heart, left out for two days, had cooled.

Fangbao’s Boyfriend: “It’s been fifty-six hours.”

Another ten seconds without a reply.

Jiang Zhi threw an emoticon over: [Pin you down on the ground and kiss you until you cry]

Zhou Xufang replied.

Fangbao: [Remember not to use periods, have to resist]

Fangbao’s Boyfriend: “Didn’t you say you could come back before noon?”

Here’s what happened: two days ago, Zhou Xufang had taken a delivery job to Lin City to send an important parcel. Naturally, Jiang Zhi wanted to accompany her but was firmly rejected by Zhou Xufang since there was a blizzard in Lin City and Jiang Zhi wouldn’t give in, worrying about her going alone.

In the end, Zhou Xufang sneaked out in the evening, and that way, Jiang Zhi was left behind.

At that time, Zhou Xufang said she could come back in two days; she even sent a WeChat message last night updating her schedule, saying she could arrive by this noon; now it was already past one, Jiang Zhi had Zhou Xufang’s house keys and had been waiting since eleven; it had been over two hours, she still hadn’t come back, nor let him pick her up, and she hadn’t called.

How could he not be angry?!

Fangbao: “I’m already back in the city.”

Fangbao’s Boyfriend: “Then why haven’t you come home?”

Fangbao: “I was at the train station when I saw someone hiring for unloading work, so I went to unload.”

Fangbao: “Fifty cents a box.”

Jiang Zhi: …

Not going home, not contacting him, not answering his calls, she was busy working!

Is working more important than him?!

Then just work away!

And, of all things to do, she chose to unload goods, doesn’t she know to take care of herself a little? How exhausting a job that is! Are they really that short on cash?!

He was about to explode with anger!

Fangbao’s boyfriend, “How much have you unloaded?”

Little Ancestor Fangbao, “Over three hundred boxes already.”

Over three hundred…

He couldn’t get angry anymore, he started to feel sorry for her.

Fangbao’s boyfriend, “Stop unloading, come back.”

Little Ancestor Fangbao, “It’s not hard, very light.” Zhou Xufang also sent a picture of her carrying five boxes with one hand.

Did she also work as hard when she carried bricks on a construction site before?

Jiang Zhi felt a pain in his chest.

Fangbao’s boyfriend, “Come back!”

Little Ancestor Fangbao, “No, I need to work.”

She had always been obsessed with working, almost to the point of not being able to help herself, otherwise Jiang Zhi wouldn’t suspect that working was more important than him.

However, he felt that Zhou Xufang was working to support him.

Jiang Zhi remembered the incident a few days ago when he asked for a car, a house, and a watch, and he felt even more pained.

Fangbao’s boyfriend, “I don’t want the watch anymore, and I don’t want the car either. I’ll stop wasting money, and I have a lot of money to give you. So, please stop taking odd jobs, can you come back?”

Little Ancestor Fangbao, “I promised the boss, I’d help him finish unloading.” Also, “You didn’t waste money, I wanted to buy those things for you.”

Fangbao’s boyfriend, “Stay there, I’m coming over now.”

Little Ancestor Fangbao, “Don’t come, I don’t want you to carry.”

Fangbao’s boyfriend, “Wait for me.”

Little Ancestor Fangbao, “.”

Fangbao’s boyfriend, [Another period and I’ll cry kisses on you]

Little Ancestor Fangbao, [Can’t send periods, must resist]

Fangbao’s boyfriend, “I’m going to drive now, don’t send any more.”

Little Ancestor Fangbao, [Can’t send periods, must resist]

After sending the last message, her boss called her just in time, “Xiao Zhou.”

Xiao Zhou pocketed her phone, “Coming!”

Jiang Zhi was on his way to the train station when he received a call from Qiao Nanchu.

“Peng Xianzhi’s son has returned to the country.”

Peng Xianzhi was the arsonist behind the Luo Family’s big fire, and he had gone to the police station to turn himself in less than a day after the fire, serving eight years in prison already.

Jiang Zhi held the steering wheel with one hand and had a Bluetooth headset on the other, “When?”

Qiao Nanchu, “Last week.”

The car sped fast, the window was open, and the wind blew Jiang Zhi’s bangs into disarray, “Has he contacted anyone from the Luo Family?”

“He contacted Luo Changde.” Qiao Nanchu said lazily, “I agree with your previous speculation, Peng Xianzhi was probably a scapegoat. That big fire at the Luo Family, odds are it was set by someone surnamed Luo.”

Just didn’t know which Luo it was.

Qiao Nanchu speculated, “Peng Xianzhi’s son might have something in his hands.”

Jiang Zhi turned a corner, hit the national highway, and accelerated, “Whatever it is, we’ll snatch it first and talk later.”

Qiao Nanchu could hear the wind on the other side, “You’re driving?”

“Yeah.”

This guy drove like he was drifting.

Qiao Nanchu cautioned him, “In a rush to reincarnate, huh? Slow down, damn it.”

Jiang Zhi rolled up the window, “Enough talk, I’m going to help Zhou Xufang unload goods.”

“What goods?”

“You don’t need to know.”

With that, Jiang Zhi hung up the call.

Just then, Qiao Nanchu’s phone rang again, the contact saved as just two characters—Zhang 2. He had a colleague also surnamed Zhang, saved as Zhang 1.

He casually saved Zhang Zixi’s number as Zhang 2.

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She was the first to speak, her voice soft, “It’s me.”

Qiao Nanchu was still in the Criminal Intelligence Department, the computer was on, and the screen displayed a photo of a young girl in a police uniform, wearing a police badge.

“The repair cost is out?” he asked nonchalantly.

Zhang Zixi answered, “Yes, can we meet?”

“Anything else?” He tapped his pen on the table, making a tapping sound, his gaze faint as he looked at the photo on the computer.

“I have a flight tomorrow, I’m going back to the head office. I want to say goodbye before I leave.” Maybe, I might not come back.

She admitted without being asked.

Now it was certain. The third character wasn’t 2, it was Z.

Qiao Nanchu closed the files on the screen, stood up, “Set the time and place.”