Chapter 410: 410: Who can stand the grinding Jiang Zhi! (Second Update)
The driver of the main car slamd on the brakes, and the car jolted a few ters before stopping: “I’m sorry, Third Miss, it seems like we’ve had a tire burst.”
Jiang Fuxi collected her thoughts: “It’s fine, I’m not in a hurry, you go and check it out.”
The driver imdiately got out of the car to inspect the situation, and it was indeed a blown tire, mysteriously and excessively exaggerated, with a huge hole in the tire.
In the villa area.
Zhou Xufang stood under a street lamp, dusted off her hands, and turned to ask Jiang Zhi: “Was I precise?”
With just a pebble the size of a fingernail, she had burst the tire, impressive or what? Surprising or what?
Jiang Zhi: “Precise.” Very precise.
His girlfriend was unbeatable!
With her unbeatable eyesight, Zhou Xufang stared intently at the car with the burst tire outside the villa area, and with an extrely cool and arrogant tone said: “If she tries to seduce you again, I’ll burst her head.”
Bursting her head would be too mild, adding so poison would be more fitting.
Jiang Zhi held her clenched fist: “Can you not exert yourself so much? Won’t it cause stomach pain?” He worried that her throwing the stone so forcefully could have affected her pregnancy.
Zhou Xufang patted her stomach: “It doesn’t hurt, I’m incredibly strong, strong as an ox.”
“…”
Zhou Xufang was the exact opposite of Jiang Zhi, far from delicate, treating herself like reinforced concrete.
Jiang Zhi led her towards their ho: “Didn’t you tell your family to wait for ?” Ten minutes hadn’t passed, and here she was, coming down to “catch soone.”
Zhou Xufang said honestly: “I was afraid soone else might seduce you.”
Seduce.
She used a word she rarely uses.
Jiang Zhi stood with her at the street corner: “Have I not made it clear enough? You actually lack so much confidence.” He said seriously, “Zhou Xufang, your boyfriend is loyal, once he’s with you, he won’t be with anyone else.”
Jiang Zhi felt he was speaking sweet nothings, Zhou Xufang should have shown a delighted expression, but her reaction—
“That sounds like you’re a dog.” She revealed an enlightened expression, “You’re the dog, and I’m the dog owner.”
Jiang Gouzi: “…”
What a blockhead!
He felt she would be the death of him: “You’re not romantic!”
The unromantic Zhou Xufang: “Oh.”
Don’t talk about romance with a straight-as-steel woman; she doesn’t understand.
Jiang Zhi flipped his hair and walked towards ho, montarily not wanting to deal with his steel-like family mber.
Zhou Gangtie stood puzzled in her spot: Should I go and cajole him?
Jiang Zhi stood by the pebbled path in front of their ho, looking toward her: “Aren’t you coming to cajole ?”
Zhou Xufang: “Oh, coming.”
Before she could even think of how to cajole him, Jiang Zhi grabbed her hand, swaying it as they walked, and asked: “Zhou Xufang, do you love ?”
Zhou Xufang decisively: “Love.”
That settled the cajoling.
He only just called Zhou Xufang, and now he switched: “Fang Bao, do you want to carry you back?”
The gate was right in front, less than half a minute away.
Zhou Xufang shook her head: “I can walk on my own.” She wasn’t invalid.
Jiang Zhi didn’t care and squatted in front of her: “I insist on carrying.”
“Alright then.”
Zhou Xufang let him carry her.
So maybe this was romance? She felt it was sticky, possibly because she was a straight-as-steel woman, but she had no choice; she had gotten herself a clingy boyfriend and needed to understand “romance.”
“Fang Bao.”
“Hmm?”
Jiang Zhi, usually quite a reserved person, turned into a childish and whiny person around Zhou Xufang: “Quick, call ‘baby’.”
The word caught in Zhou Xufang’s throat: “…” This was hard for her.
Jiang Zhi was dissatisfied: “Why aren’t you calling ? Don’t you love anymore?”
Zhou Xufang imdiately said: “No, I love you.”
Jiang Zhi was satisfied: “I love you too.”
Zhou Xufang: “…”
She looked up at the sky, pondering what romance was… ah, the light was so harsh, nevermind, she stopped thinking.
By the ti Jiang Fuxi returned to the Jiang Mansion, it was almost midnight.
As she entered, Ah Gui ca to greet her: “Sister Xi,” Ah Gui pointed inside, “Old Madam has been waiting for you for a long ti.”
Jiang Fuxi entered: “Grandma.”
Xu Jiuru was sitting in the hall’s armchair, draped in a wide-sleeved robe, her hair uncombed and graying ssily: “Why did you co back so late?”
She sat down: “I went to see Brother Zhi.”
Xu Jiuru’s teacup trembled in her hand.
Jiang Fuxi took the cup from her, set it aside, and wiped her hands with a cloth: “Why are you discharged from the hospital already?”
Xu Jiuru sighed, looking worn and much older, her eyes heavy with fatigue: “There’s still a pile of things to deal with at the company, I can’t just lie there.”
With one foot already in the grave, yet still unwilling to relinquish power.
“Let Brother Zhi and the Lu Family handle the company’s matters,” Jiang Fuxi spoke softly, “You’ve already retired, don’t worry about it anymore.”
Her words pierced through Xu Jiuru’s facade of tranquility.
At the anniversary celebration, Lu Xinglan was to replace the chairman, and she had cast a vote in favor.
Xu Jiuru still could not comprehend why her most obedient granddaughter would stab her in the back: “Sister Xi, has grandma ever wronged you?”
She, like other grandchildren of the Jiang family, called Xu Jiuru ‘Grandma,’ and aside from Jiang Zhi, Xu Jiuru favored her the most, never having spoken harshly to her.
“No, you’ve been very good to .” She looked into Xu Jiuru’s cloudy, age-worn eyes, “You wanted to make ands with , which is why you treated well.”
Xu Jiuru was startled: “What are you talking about?”
She didn’t answer the question, instead calmly asked, “Grandma, you’re here for the ten percent shares I hold, aren’t you?”
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