The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie-Chapter 67 - : 067: The Wife-Protecting Maniac is now online
Chapter 67: 067: The Wife-Protecting Maniac is now online
The next day, the heavy snow had paused, leaving the ground blanketed in white.
Zhou Xufang had a shoot at nine, but she left the house just after seven, wearing a huge down jacket and a cotton hat that covered her ears and chin, leaving only her nose and eyes exposed.
The ground was covered with thick snow, making a crunching sound as she walked on it. She jumped up and down in her snow boots, once, and then again.
“Miss Zhou.”
Someone called out to her from behind.
Zhou Xufang stood still, not jumping anymore.
...
“Miss Zhou.”
She turned around and saw a round-faced, round-bellied old man: “Are you calling me?”
The old man chuckled with glee.
“Yes, yes.” He had his hands tucked into his sleeves, probably to ward off the cold, hunching and looking chubby, very cute and kind, “I’m the new security guard around here. If you run into any trouble, Miss Zhou, just come and find me, okay?”
The previous security guard had been scared off by her bloodshot eyes.
“Okay.” Zhou Xufang kept her head down, avoiding eye contact, “Thank you.”
The old man looked at her with affectionate eyes, waving his hand, his eyes smiling so hard they became thin slits, “Well, you head to work. Be careful on the road.”
Zhou Xufang went on her way, head buried.
After walking four or five meters—
She turned back, “Uncle, what’s your surname?”
After just a short time outside, the old man’s nose had turned red from the cold. It was slightly comical but cute. He blew into his hands and said, “My surname is Fang.”
Oh, another Fang.
Zhou Xufang thought all Fangs were good people: “Goodbye.”
She bid the old man a polite farewell, then continued trudging through the snow to the set.
Uncle Fang watched Zhou Xufang leave with a fond look, then rubbed his hands together and ran back to the security room, tucking a hand warmer into his pocket and pulling out his phone to make a call.
“Hello, my girl.”
“I’ve seen her, I’ve seen her.”
“She sure is pretty.”
“Oh, my memory, I forgot to give her the AD calcium milk.”
When Zhou Xufang arrived at the film city, it was not yet half-past eight. She was early, and there weren’t many people on set.
“Xu Fang, Xu Fang.”
From a distance, she saw Fang Lixiang waving at her with a soup dumpling that he had taken a bite of in his hand.
Zhou Xufang kept her hands in the sleeves of her down jacket, swinging left and right, acknowledging him.
Ahead, the path was narrow, and an actress from another crew came walking toward them, exuding a strong presence with several assistants following her. Her dress was gorgeous, with a long train spreading over the ground. As they got closer, Zhou Xufang moved aside into the corner, not wanting to step on the beautiful dress.
Hiss!
The actress’s dress nevertheless got torn with a large rip.
Zhou Xufang glanced at it, then kept her head down and walked on.
“Hey.”
Hey?
Was she calling her?
Zhou Xufang turned around.
The actress had delicately done makeup, especially her eyeliner, attractively accentuated, but she had a stern look on her face: “Are you blind?”
Big eyes, small mouth, high nose bridge, sharp chin, a beautiful face.
Zhou Xufang felt like she had seen this person before. Oh, she remembered now—last time when her computer had a virus, a pop-up with a scantily clad girl winking appeared, resembling this actress.
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Of course, Zhou Xufang, who rarely surfed the internet, didn’t know about the phrase “plastic surgery internet celebrity face.”
Zhou Xufang, not comfortable under scrutiny, adjusted her cotton hat, “I didn’t step on it.”
But the other woman wouldn’t listen or believe her, lifting her sharp chin, “If it wasn’t you who stepped on it, did it tear itself?”
Yet she really hadn’t stepped on it.
Zhou Xufang didn’t want to argue and turned to leave.
The actress suddenly raised her voice, “Did I say you could leave?”
Zhou Xufang frowned, a bit annoyed.
Behind her, the actress’s assistant stepped forward and called out, “Sister Ying.”
“Which film crew does this woman belong to?” she asked, pointing at Zhou Xufang.
The assistant replied, “I’ve never seen her before.”
“Get her out of here.”
The ancient street from the Republic era was rented out by the “Wilderness” film crew. At this time, there were hardly any people around and no onlookers to worry about, so the actress’s assistant unhesitatingly moved forward to drag Zhou Xufang away.
Suddenly—
A soup dumpling came flying, hitting the female assistant smack in the forehead, the soup splashing everywhere.
Then came a carefree shout, “Do you own this movie town?”
Fang Lixiang arrived, her mouth still stuffed with a soup dumpling.
First, she glanced at the actress.
Damn, a member of the Luo Family!
Don’t panic! Fang Lixiang instantly calmed down, then pulled a mask out of her cotton jacket pocket, put it on Zhou Xufang, and whispered instructions to her, “Xu Fang, cover your face quickly. If she asks who you are, don’t you dare tell.” She couldn’t afford to get pegged by the Luo Family!
“And who might you be?”
Such arrogance, if not from a Miss Luo, then who?
The Luo Family had many daughters in this generation, but only two from respectable backgrounds, Luo Qinghe and Luo Yinghe. Both were born with a silver spoon, but their temperaments were worlds apart. Luo Qinghe managed the household affairs, known for her shrewd intelligence, while Luo Yinghe entered the entertainment industry, notorious for her arrogant and domineering behavior.
Fang Lixiang naturally recognized this face, altered to look like a snake spirit, but was she the type to bow to evil forces? Of course not!
“I am who I am, my name and surname remain unchanged,” Fang Lixiang declared confidently, “I am Ullala Li Xiang!”
Ullala Li Xiang had previously been an extra, and although she’d recently risen to the rank of Weaver, her movie hadn’t been released yet, and she was not famous. Luo Ying evidently didn’t recognize her from Adam.
“So you want to stand up for her, huh?” Luo Ying crossed her arms, provoking, “Fine, then you can pay for this dress.”
This dress…
It looked really expensive.
Fang Lixiang turned to look at Zhou Xufang. To avoid revealing Zhou Xufang’s identity, she didn’t call her by name but instead used a makeshift codename, “Huifanala Shifang, did you step on it?”
Huifanala Shifang shook her head.
Fang Lixiang figured out the situation—it was a sham, someone looking for a pretext. She was a bit of an idealist, quick to step in when she saw injustice.
Rolling up her sleeves and stomping her feet, she spoke with a strong Beijing accent, “I’ll pay for your grandpa.”
Luo Ying’s face immediately changed color.
The actress’s assistant, emboldened by her status, stepped forward to teach her a lesson, “You—”
Fang Lixiang gave a deceptive smile, “Let me tell you, I’ve got a fierce temper, so you’d better not try to boss me around.”
But the female assistant insisted on pointing at her forehead, “Our Sister Ying says she has to pay, what’s it to you!”
This is a civilized society.
One should be civilized.
Never mind.
Fang Lixiang grinned, displaying a thuggish smile, “Told you I have a hot temper.” Then she grabbed the assistant by the hair, “Pay for your grandma’s pay!”
Rewinding five minutes earlier.
Ah Wan rushed into the lounge, hurried and frenetic.
“Boss!”
“Boss!”
Leaning against the wall, Ah Wan gasped like a dog.
Jiang Zhi, half-asleep, rubbed her eyes, “What’s the matter?”
“There’s a commotion outside.”
Jiang Zhi didn’t sleep well last night and woke up in an extraordinarily foul mood, her tone particularly irritable, “Why come to me? Can’t you call the police?”
Ah Wan scratched his head, “But it seems like Miss Zhou is leading it.”
Just as he finished—
Jiang Zhi suddenly stood up so quickly she coughed for a while, “With whom?”
“The second young mistress of the Luo Family.”
That Luo Family was famously difficult to deal with.
