Chapter 295: 295: Shaless Jiang Zhi (one more update
Last night, Jiang Zhi caused a bit of trouble.
Zhou Xufang woke up late in the morning. By the ti she got up, both Zhou Qingrang and Lu Sheng had already left.
She brushed her teeth and ca out, “Where’s uncle?”
Jiang Zhi served her a bowl of porridge, “He went to see off Lu Sheng.”
“What a pity, just like that, she left.” Zhou Xufang held her porridge and sipped it slowly, “Jiang Zhi, do you think my uncle likes Lu Sheng?”
Jiang Zhi picked up so shredded potatoes for her with chopsticks, “Hmm.”
“How can you tell?”
“Your uncle isn’t a soft-hearted person,” on the contrary, Zhou Qingrang was accustod to being alone and was a cold person. “If he didn’t like her, he wouldn’t have let her in the door.”
Zhou Xufang felt relieved then. She really hoped Lu Sheng could beco her aunt.
She took a bite of the dish, and discovered with surprise, “The shredded potatoes are delicious.” She imdiately praised Jiang Zhi, “You are amazing at cooking,” and gave a thumbs up.
Jiang Zhi retracted the chopsticks that had been reaching for the shredded potatoes, “That was cooked by Lu Sheng.”
“…”
Did she hurt Jiang Zhi’s feelings?
Zhou Xufang picked up so bacon with her chopsticks, bit into it, “This bacon is burnt.” She comforted Jiang Zhi, “Nobody’s perfect.”
Jiang Zhi licked his teeth, “I was the one who fried that.”
“…”
Zhou Xufang chewed a few tis, struggling to bite down, “Although it’s burnt, it tastes great.”
Jiang Zhi took a bite and pulled out a piece of paper to spit it out, “Don’t eat that.” The at was too tough. She felt sorry for Zhou Xufang who had to lie to complint.
She still smiled, “It’s okay, I have strong teeth.” She picked up another piece.
Do you know why Jiang Zhi is so keen on cooking? Even though his culinary skills are so poor.
—Because his girlfriend is a cheerleader.
The town had no airport. Zhou Qingrang bought Lu Sheng a direct train ticket and accompanied her to the entrance.
“Don’t see off anymore.” There were many people inside, and she was worried soone might bump into him.
He handed her the train ticket, “Be careful on the way.”
“Okay.”
On the way there, they didn’t talk at all, even though she had so much she wanted to say.
“I’m leaving now.” She had no luggage, her hands empty, only holding the ticket he had bought for her.
Zhou Qingrang nodded.
The train station was noisy; it was still early, breakfast vendors were calling out, at the entrance a young couple was hugging each other goodbye, the girl’s eyes red, the boy comforting her.
Lu Sheng walked to the checkpoint, stopped, and then ran back.
“Zhou Qingrang.”
“Hmm.”
He stood amidst the crowd leaning on his cane, a handso and distinguished young man.
Lu Sheng walked up to him, saying, “I’m twenty-three.”
He replied, “I know.”
He was thirty-seven by then, more than a generation older.
She said, “I’m still very young.” She looked at him, her eyes firm, “I can wait for you for a long ti.”
“Lu Sheng—”
She interrupted him, not wanting to hear a rejection, “Can I hug you before I go?”
“I’m sorry.”
“Sorry for what?” Why did he always say ‘sorry’ to her, was she supposed to say ‘I’m willing’?
He spread his arms, took a step forward with one leg, and embraced her.
Sorry, I can only hug you with one hand.
Sorry, although I know I shouldn’t soften, I still couldn’t help myself.
Jiang Zhi, because of a shooting schedule and the crew waiting, went back to Imperial City the next day. Zhou Xufang stayed in Xufang Town with Zhou Qingrang.
It’s already the fourth day, she hasn’t returned yet.
Jiang Zhi made countless phone calls a day, always saying, “I miss you.”
“Xufang.”
“Mm.”
The crew rested for only fifteen minutes, which Jiang Zhi spent entirely on the phone with his girlfriend, “When are you coming back?” He sounded listless; without her, he lacked energy.
Zhou Xufang said, “Uncle said Sunday.”
Today was only Friday. Jiang Zhi kicked the pebbles beneath his feet, “That’s still two days away.”
On the other side, Zhou Xufang was lying on a rocking chair under an orange tree, basking in the sun, completely lazy, “Two days will pass quickly.”
“Don’t you miss ?”
His tone was filled with grievance.
Zhou Xufang touched her ear, shyly responding, “I do.”
“Then can you co back tomorrow?”
Zhou Xufang was considering.
“You’re not at ho, and I can’t even sleep.” Jiang Zhi was pleading with her, “Co back tomorrow, okay?”
He was very good at acting coy.
She was so softened by his coaxing that she agreed, “I’ll talk to my uncle and co back tomorrow.”
Jiang Zhi was satisfied, “Let know once you’ve booked the ticket, and I’ll co to pick you up.”
“Okay, alright.”
“Xufang,” Jiang Zhi suddenly asked, “did you get your period?” It was the 25th last month.
Zhou Xufang, who was shy, felt awkward, “…Yes.” Wasn’t he embarrassed to ask her that?
Her forr innocence had turned into cheekiness!
Zhou Xufang felt very embarrassed, her voice as faint as a mosquito’s buzz, “It’s not that easy to get pregnant.”
“Didn’t Xue Baoyi get it in one shot?”
Zhou Xufang, worried soone would hear, covered the phone and said, “Our situation is different.”
“How is it different?” He was dissatisfied, “Are you saying I’m not as capable as him?”
“No.” Zhou Xufang rubbed her hot face with the back of her hand, “You were infertile before.”
The previously infertile Jiang Zhi: “…”
Why bring up old scars?!
Zhou Xufang didn’t want to talk to him anymore, the conversation had taken a wrong turn, “Vice Director Zhao is calling you, you should go be busy.” She was about to hang up.
Jiang Zhi grunted, “Give a kiss before you hang up.”
Zhou Qingrang was still brewing tea in the courtyard.
Afraid of being seen, Zhou Xufang sneaked into her room, pecked her phone, and then hung up with a blushing face.
On the other end, just as Jiang Zhi had hung up the phone, an unknown number called, and he answered.
“Mr. Jiang.”
Jiang Zhi humd a response and asked, “Do you have any news about what I asked you to check?”
There was a respectful tone from a man on the phone, who replied, “Yes.”
“Who?”
“Dean Xiao of Changling Hospital.”
It indeed was him.
He’d hard Zhou Xufang with penicillin.
Holding his phone, Jiang Zhi’s index finger unintentionally tapped the back of his phone, pausing for a mont, “And the lab?”
“Surface-wise, there doesn’t seem to be any problem.” Oh, right, the man added, “Sothing strange though, the funds for the lab didn’t co from Changling Hospital but from a foreign enterprise.”
aning there was soone behind Xiao Yi.
“Send the information.”
“Yes.”
Jiang Zhi hung up the phone, and Vice Director Zhao ca over to hurry him, “Director Jiang, everything’s ready, we can start shooting.”
After the first trial, Luo Changde was escorted to the Western Prison.
The prison had rules for when inmates could wash up; at this mont, it was block three’s inmates’ turn in the washroom, their washing ti was fifteen minutes, and inmates from various cells gradually ca out, the water still running.
All the taps were open, and only if one listened closely could one hear the screaming.
“Don’t hit !”
Luo Changde, holding his head and crouching in a corner, rubbed his hands begging, “Don’t hit … please, I’m begging you.”
His face showed patches of blue and purple, his body even more so, a horrific sight, along with old wounds, clearly not his first ti being beaten.
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