Chapter 419: 419: In the staircase, pampering the little delicate flower (first update)
Wei’er stood outside the hospital room, tears streaming down her face.
Xue Bingxue didn’t say anything, just held her and shared in her red-eyed grief.
The serious cri unit failed to take Xu Jiuru away; she was vomiting blood nonstop and was in resuscitation.
Jiang Weikai glanced at Wei’er crouching by the door, feeling a sourness in his heart. His sister was soone who deeply valued relationships, and it was fortunate she had soone with her.
“Compared to that boy before, Bingxue is much more suitable for Wei’er. With the Xue Family, she won’t have a hard life in the future,” Jiang Weikai reflected. “The old lady did make one right decision.” Although it involved beating the lovebirds, the Xue Family truly was a good match.
Jiang Xiaolin didn’t join the conversation, his hand in his pocket, he walked away.
Jiang Weikai asked, “Where are you going?”
He replied, “To smoke.”
He wasn’t heavily addicted to smoking—only indulging when he felt agitated.
Jiang Weikai didn’t interfere, letting him smoke. He thought to ntion it to Tang Xiang later, that smoking wasn’t good for his health. Of course, Jiang Weikai was unaware that Tang Xiang smoked too, and his addiction was much worse than his son’s.
Before he reached the smoking area, Jiang Xiaolin ran into an acquaintance: “Why are you still at the hospital?”
Jiang Zhi kept a distant deanor as if they were strangers, her voice cold and detached: “This place is the Lu Family’s territory now. What’s so strange about being here?”
True, the Jiang Family’s holdings had beco the Lu Family’s. The Jiang Family’s territory had also fallen into their hands. In Imperial City, the Lu Family was becoming increasingly dominant.
Jiang Xiaolin stood beside her, not leaving, and simply inford her: “She’s still in the resuscitation room. Whether she lives or dies depends on her fate.”
He was referring to Xu Jiuru.
Jiang Zhi’s expression was as indifferent as if she was asexual: “Did I ask about her?”
Such a nature, unsympathetic from the very beginning.
Jiang Xiaolin raised his eyebrows, leisurely observing Jiang Zhi: “Didn’t you co here to see if she’s still breathing?”
He denied: “No.”
Honestly, Jiang Xiaolin was quite annoyed with him—full of sches, yet with a face like a Fairy, delicate and seemingly easy to bully. But nobody could bully him. That Fairy-like appearance was frequently praised by Tang Xiang for its beauty.
He still rembered when he was nine, Jiang Zhi was a weakly child that a gust of wind could knock over. Once, Jiang Zhi insisted on going skiing with him and ended up seriously ill upon their return. Xu Jiuru, who couldn’t bear to scold her “precious grandson,” ended up punishing him instead. Jiang Xiaolin rembered that incident for a long ti and since then, he never took Jiang Zhi out to play again.
“I don’t care whether you are or not.” Jiang Xiaolin walked a few steps and then turned back, “Was it you who provided the evidence to the police?”
Jiang Zhi neither confird nor denied.
Jiang Xiaolin was curious, “How did you get it?”
His “informant” said that it was the professional errand runner who had surrendered himself, the one who kidnapped Mrs. Lu and Zhou Xufang. The man’s na was Xiong Jie.
Jiang Zhi generously admitted, “I sold my shares to Lu Xinglan and used the money to buy off the kidnapper.”
The Jiang Family’s shares were worth a fortune, and he’d sold them off so casually.
“The old lady initially gave you those shares to use against the Lu Family, yet you turned around and bit her with them,” Jiang Xiaolin clicked his tongue, “Jiang Zhi, you’re quite scheming.”
He didn’t deny it, “I learned from the Jiang Family.”
What a way to pass the buck!
Jiang Xiaolin couldn’t be bothered to argue anymore and left.
“Jiang Zhi.”
Zhou Xufang’s voice.
Jiang Zhi turned around, “Didn’t you go back with grandma?”
She was holding her belly, having rushed over: “I ca back.”
Jiang Zhi quickly supported her, stopping her from running: “Why did you co back?”
Zhou Xufang said, “To pick you up.”
He chuckled, “Am I a kid that needs picking up?”
Her expression was serious, “You’re a delicate flower.”
“…”
She’d picked up so bad habits, speaking more and more indecently.
Jiang Zhi humd, pulling her towards the elevator entrance: “Where am I delicate?” Soone had just called him scheming. Where was he delicate when he could easily cause soone injuries with just a move of his hand?
Oh, he had forgotten himself—he demanded the best food, the best clothes, the best of everything, sotis needed his girlfriend to buy him a watch and often acted spoilt and sought affection.
Just yesterday, he’d been pestering Zhou Xufang to buy him a ring.
Zhou Xufang dragged him but changed direction, heading towards the stairwell and closed the door.
Jiang Zhi’s gaze, without effort, was enticing: “What are you doing?”
Zhou Xufang pressed him against the wall.
Jiang Zhi: “…”
He instinctively swallowed, thinking, actually, it could be a bit heavier.
Zhou Xufang had just reached for his neck, and he lowered his head himself, thinking she wanted to kiss him, so he cooperated.
But Zhou Xufang didn’t kiss him, instead pulling his collar down slightly and gently poked him just under his collarbone.
Jiang Zhi’s eyes beca moist.
Zhou Xufang pointed to the spot she’d poked for him to see: “Look, it turns red the mont it’s touched, aren’t you delicate?”
“…”
If this were at ho, he’d have let her poke to her heart’s content, all over.
He chuckled and nipped at her mischievous hand.
Zhou Xufang was pleased: “You finally smiled.”
She was cajoling him.
She knew he had been in a bad mood just before, tiptoeing to embrace him: “Still feeling down?”
Jiang Zhi stubbornly denied, “When was I ever down?”
Just monts ago, his beautiful eyes like jewels had been clouded over with a layer of grey.
Many people didn’t truly understand what kind of person Jiang Zhi was. Most thought he was aloof and cunning. Indeed, that was the image he projected to others, but only Zhou Xufang knew his heart wasn’t as hard as others perceived.
“You can’t fool .” Zhou Xufang continued to prod him, genuinely delicate, blushing wherever touched.
“Mhm.” He conceded, “I am a bit upset.” His chin rested on her shoulder, rubbing gently in little arcs, “When I was little, Xu Jiuru was quite kind to , even sang lullabies to .” Although it was all an act.
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