Chapter 231: 231: Jiang Zhi gets jealous, Lu Sheng defends his husband (first update Chapter 231: 231: Jiang Zhi gets jealous, Lu Sheng defends his husband (first update She scratched her head and smiled shyly.

“Are you here for the funeral?” she asked.

He nodded and said yes.

Graceful as a clear breeze and moonlight, transcending the mundane and untouched by the world, these words perfectly described Zhou Qingrang.

Although they were not close, Zhou Xufang had a good impression of him and took the initiative to introduce herself: “My name is Zhou Xufang.”

“I also have the surname Zhou.” Leaning on a cane, his right foot slightly lame, he walked very slowly. He also gave his name, saying, “My name is Zhou Qingrang.”

“I know.”

Previously, for a task, Zhou Xufang had Shuangjiang look into him, and she found an excuse: “I’ve seen the news you broadcast.”

The two had already reached the entrance of the memorial hall.

Zhou Xufang stopped: “I have to wait for someone, I won’t go in.”

Zhou Qingrang said okay, then went in alone.

When Luo Qinghe saw him, his face changed: “What are you doing here?”

He looked at the photo on top of the coffin: “I came to see the retribution of your Luo family.”

Luo Qinghe, wearing mourning attire and clothed in black, his eyes shadowed with a dark gloom: “You’re not welcome here.”

Ignoring him, he walked towards the coffin with the support of his cane.

“Zhou Xufang.”

Zhou Xufang, fearing Luo Qinghe would make it difficult for Zhou Qingrang, was about to follow him when she was called, on the other side, Zhou Qingrang’s ‘girlfriend’ had arrived.

“Miss Luo.”

Someone from the Lu Family of the Four Great Families had come.

Luo Qinghe went out to greet her: “Second Miss Lu.”

Lu Sheng signaled her secretary to wait outside, and she went in alone, approaching Luo Qinghe: “Do you know my relationship with Zhou Qingrang?”

Luo Qinghe, concealing her anger, pressed on: “I know.”

Previously, because of a scandal at Tianxing Entertainment reported by Zhou Qingrang, she had used her connections to transfer him to a nighttime radio station; Lu Sheng had a hand in spoiling her plans.

She had thought that Second Miss Lu was only trying him out for fun, not expecting her to get serious.

Lu Sheng didn’t beat around the bush and made her stance clear: “Since you know, give me, Lu Sheng, some respect, and show a little more respect to Zhou Qingrang.”

These words, audible only to them, carried a warning.

Luo Qinghe, jokingly, asked: “Does the Old Mrs. Lu know about this lover of yours, Second Miss?”

The Lu family was a prominent, wealthy family, and Zhou Qingrang, a cripple, could he really match the Lu family’s standards?

That was her implication.

Lu Sheng gave her a perfunctory smile: “You might want to ask the old lady herself about that.” Her gaze swept past Luo Qinghe, looking at Zhou Qingrang, “Just a reminder, my grandmother is even more protective than I am.”

After dropping those words, Lu Sheng called out: “Zhou Qingrang.”

Zhou Qingrang turned around and saw her.

Back to Zhou Xufang’s side, Jiang Zhi had gone to the restroom, and when he came out, he didn’t see her and after searching found her following Zhou Qingrang.

They had agreed to wait for each other.

A woman’s mouth, a liar’s ghost.

In the busy corridor, Jiang Zhi pulled her to the stairwell: “Why didn’t you wait for me?” Without waiting for Zhou Xufang to respond, he questioned her again, “Why are you following another man?”

His tone sounded as if she had been unfaithful.

“That’s Zhou Qingrang, Lu Sheng’s boyfriend.”

Jiang Zhi naturally recognized Zhou Qingrang: “Why are you following someone else’s boyfriend?” His tone, quite displeased.

Zhou Xufang explained to him: “He seems to have a grudge with the Luo family, and I was afraid Luo Qinghe would make things difficult for him.”

With that explanation, Jiang Zhi was even more dissatisfied: “Aren’t you afraid that Luo Qinghe will make things difficult for me?”

Zhou Xufang scratched his head.

His tone was not gentle or submissive at all, sounding both like a complaint and a scolding, “Even if Luo Qinghe makes it difficult for Zhou Qingrang, he has his girlfriend to protect him, so why are you rushing over there? You don’t have a boyfriend, do you?”

His tone was really sour.

Zhou Xufang looked half puzzled and half understanding, “Are you jealous?”

Jiang Zhi hummed, “What do you think?”

Yes, he was jealous.

Because she didn’t wait for him and went to talk to Zhou Qingrang, he got angry.

Zhou Xufang bowed her head and secretly laughed, laughing for a while; when she raised her head, Jiang Zhi raised his hand to hold her head down.

He blocked her and asked the person in front, “Are you taking pictures of us?”

It was a girl, dressed in a funeral home’s uniform, quite young, and very embarrassed after being caught. Because she was nervous, she stammered, “I, I… I’m a fan of yours.”

Jiang Zhi was a director, usually low-key, and not often in front of cameras, but because he was good-looking, he had captured quite a few female fans.

“You can take pictures of me, but my girlfriend is not from this industry, please delete her photos.” Zhou Xufang didn’t like appearing in front of cameras, and Jiang Zhi didn’t want to expose her face either.

The girl nodded blankly, deleted the photos from her phone, then looked at Jiang Zhi with hopeful eyes, “Director Jiang, could you give me an autograph?”

Jiang Zhi said, “Okay.”

The girl was so excited that her face turned red as she hurriedly handed over a piece of paper and a pen.

This was the first time Zhou Xufang had seen Jiang Zhi give an autograph; suddenly, she realized–oh, my boyfriend is also a public figure.

After signing, Jiang Zhi took Zhou Xufang to a secluded spot.

“Where’s your mask?”

Zhou Xufang pulled out a mask from her pocket, and Jiang Zhi put it on her.

“Jiang Zhi, you have so many female fans.” Zhou Xufang sometimes browsed Jiang Zhi’s Weibo; he hardly posted anything and didn’t really use his personal account to promote movies. The people actively leaving comments every day were basically his female fans, asking for photos and the like.

Male fans were movie buffs, less active but very loyal.

Zhou Xufang was a bit proud, “You have the most fans among directors!” If he ever debuted, he would definitely have a lot, a lot of female fans.

She’d also be his fan, a wife fan.

“Don’t you get jealous?”

She spoke very seriously, “No, I also have stars I really like.”

Really like?

Jiang Zhi, “Who?”

Speaking of the star she liked, Zhou Xufang, who usually had little expression, became animated, “I recently really like Xiao Yusheng. He sings super well, he’s extremely talented, and all his songs are his own creations.”

She used the word ‘super’ three times to express her fondness for Xiao Yusheng.

Also, “I even joined his fan club.”

And, “Oh, I forgot to vote for him on the charts today.”

Zhou Xufang’s survival instinct had completely flown out the window, completely ignoring those peach blossom eyes of his that were gradually turning stormy, even taking out her phone to vote for Xiao Yusheng under his gaze.

Jiang Zhi gritted his teeth slightly, “Have you joined my fan club?”

Zhou Xufang, after voting, looked up, “Do you have a fan club?”

“…”

Jiang Zhi, “I do.”

Zhou Xufang casually responded, “Then I’ll join it.” She logged onto Weibo, but before she could follow Jiang Zhi’s fan club, she remembered something else, “That’s right, I haven’t checked into Xiao Yusheng’s SuperTopic.”

She hurriedly checked into the SuperTopic.

Jiang Zhi, calling her by her full name, “Zhou Xufang.”

She didn’t look up, “Hmm?”

A Jiang Zhi filled with frustration and having swallowed several barrels of jealousy, “I have a SuperTopic too.”

Zhou Xufang, deeply engrossed in her idol and unable to extricate herself, “Oh.”