The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie-Chapter 108 - : 108: Jiang Zhi has come to rescue Fang Bao~

Chapter 108: 108: Jiang Zhi has come to rescue Fang Bao~

As soon as she entered the house, she started bouncing around wildly, darting back and forth like a gust of wind.

After expending her energy, she panted like a dog for a few minutes before finally settling down by the computer desk, still feverish, face flushed and uncomfortable, breathing unevenly, and guzzling several cans of milk.

At that moment, Shuangjiang sought her out.

“The data from the Criminal Investigation Team is out. Jiang Xiaolin has an alibi, which temporarily rules him out as a suspect. The witness, Tang Xiang, who testified for him, doesn’t have a good relationship with him, so the likelihood of perjury is not high. Among the other three suspects, Han Feng and Luo Changde corroborate each other’s alibis, which I find very suspicious.”

Click!

Zhou Xufang opened the fourth can of milk, “I’m going to the Luo Family tonight.”

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“To look for the watch?”

At this point, that was the only clue left.

Zhou Xufang nodded, “Yes.” She then opened a packet of fruit jelly.

Shuangjiang didn’t ask further and quickly answered her, “I’ll arrange the route for you.”

She hummed a response, drew a parabola towards the trash can, intending to toss the empty milk can into it, but her heart was unsettled, and she missed. She got up to pick it up, and with her head lowered, suddenly said, “Shuangjiang, I don’t want to buy Moon Bay anymore.”

Shuangjiang replied with a question mark.

She sat back down, eating her fruit jelly, and said, “I need to save my money to take care of Jiang Zhi.”

Shuangjiang sent an exclamation mark.

Tonight, the moon was half-visible, a breeze was blowing, and the shadows of the trees swayed gently.

The Luo Family’s villa stood alone, very quiet after nightfall. The wind whispered through the cedar trees, rustling softly, the ground covered with scattered, withered leaves from the four-season begonia, floating about.

Listening closely, there was a sound from the courtyard, Luo Yinghe, the second youngest daughter of the Luo Family, was outside talking on the phone.

“Is Xiao Yusheng coming?”

The other end of the line answered no.

Luo Yinghe then lost interest, “Then never mind, I won’t go either.”

After a few more words, the topic changed.

“The script is not bad, my agent is discussing it.”

Someone said something on the other side.

She laughed lightly, “Of course I’m the female lead, do I look like someone who plays supporting roles?”

“Who’s Fang Lixiang?”

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Fang Lixiang was a rising star, her reputation building even before her works were released, amassing decent resources and showing up on several variety shows, maintaining a high level of public interest.

It seemed Baoguang was promoting her.

Friends said that, but Luo Yinghe didn’t think much of it, scoffing dismissively, “Weaver Girl or not, how can she compare to me?”

Her friend agreed, saying, definitely not, calling her Tianxing’s princess, backed by the entire Luo Family.

At this moment, someone from inside the house called out,

“Yinghe.”

“Yinghe.”

It was Luo Yinghe’s mother, Xu Yunci, calling for her.

She ended her call and responded, “Coming!”

Zhou Xufang saw her running and leapt onto the second-floor balcony of the neighboring building; despite being tens of meters away, she still overheard Luo Yinghe talking with her mother.

“Is Qinghe back?”

“In the garage.”

“I’ve made soup, tell her to come and have some.”

“I won’t, she said not to disturb her.” “She locked up the garage as soon as she got back, acting all neurotic, I don’t know what she’s up to.”

“…”

Zhou Xufang listened intently for a while, then stopped.

It was odd, the Luo Family was unusually quiet today.

“Ah Fang.”

Zhou Xufang adjusted her headset, “Yes?”

Shuangjiang, using a voice synthesizer, said, “Abort the operation immediately.”

“What happened?”

“Someone has hacked into the computer, your whereabouts might have been leaked,” Shuangjiang urged her, “You need to get out fast, I’m worried there could be an ambush.”

“Okay.”

Zhou Xufang didn’t hesitate and prepared to withdraw.

But just then, the attic door creaked open, blown by the wind, the street light nearly as tall as the two-story building, its light spilling into the entrance of the little attic.

On that door, there was a carving of a plump orange cat. It was unclear what was used to carve it or how long ago it had been done, but the marks were deep and old.

Like a child’s doodle, not very lifelike.

Strangely, Zhou Xufang glanced at it and then couldn’t look away. Compelled, she approached the attic.

The old wooden door creaked as the wind blew, and she stood in front of it, stared at the orange cat for a while, then pushed the door open, the light from the lamp minglingичество

The room was empty, containing only an old wooden bed and an equally ancient table, with nothing else but spider webs sprawling across the ceiling.

She turned on the light, and the room brightened immediately.

Oh, there was something carved on the headboard of the wooden bed—it wasn’t an orange cat but a… perhaps a boy, with three strands of hair on his head.

The drawing was clumsy.

Zhou Xufang wanted to take a closer look, but suddenly, an image flashed into her mind.

It was this place, on this bed, where a thin, small child huddled in the corner, eyes red.

A woman stood in front of the bed, her back to him, speaking.

“Don’t talk to anyone, understand?”

The child looked about five or six years old, very small, his eyes appearing especially large due to his thinness, sporting a buzzcut, and wearing ill-fitting clothes that hung over him from head to toe.

He asked the woman, “Why?”

His speech was faltering, not fluent at all.

Speaking was difficult for him, not very clear, he uttered, word by word, “I’m not mute.”

“You are!”

His eyes reddened, holding back tears, “I, am, not.”

At that age, children’s voices are usually soft and mushy.

He wasn’t, he seemed like he had never spoken before, his throat hoarse, but if you listened closely, you could still hear the tender childlike tone.

Timid, carrying a fear and anxiety towards the world.

He reached out and grabbed the woman’s sleeve, carefully tugging at it, “Aunt Xiu, I can speak, I learned by myself, I didn’t need anyone to teach me.”

He thought Aunt Xiu would praise him.

Since no one had taught him to speak, yet he had learned.

Instead, the woman harshly pushed his hand away, scolding him, “If they find out you’re a girl, they’ll kill you. Do you still want to talk?”

Oh, so the little bald kid was a girl.

She nodded while crying, not daring to make a sound, her small body trembling, “I understand.”

“I’ll never talk again…”

Like an old movie, that frame suddenly pulled away, and another scene burst in.

The buzz-cut had turned into a gaunt, small boy, still very thin and rather short.

He dragged a pretty boy into the room, the other boy much taller, his skin very fair, coughing.

He then helped the boy breathe, stood on his toes, and whispered secretly, “You need to hide, they’ll poison your drink, they are all bad people.”

It had been too long since he last spoke, his voice rough and hoarse.

The boy was surprised, “You can talk?”

He didn’t answer, instead, he rummaged through his worn pillow and pulled out a pill from the pillowcase, then ran over to the boy, offering him the medicine.

He said, “Take this, it’s not poisoned.”

His vocal cords were strange, the sounds they produced odd.

“Bang!”

Zhou Xufang staggered, unable to stand steadily, and bumped into the corner of the table; the scene in front of her cracked upon impact, colliding in her mind, causing a splitting headache. After jumbling her thoughts topsy-turvy, it vanished into thin air. In just that instant, despite her usually excellent memory, she couldn’t recall the people from the scene, only a vague voice still echoing in her ear.

Who was that child?

Was it an illusion?

Below, someone suddenly exclaimed, “What’s that noise?!”

“It sounds like it’s from the attic.”

Zhou Xufang couldn’t wait, she directly jumped out the window, landing on the ground right as a voice came through her earpiece.

“Ah Fang, we’ve got trouble.”

“Get out fast!”

Zhou Xufang took off her earpiece, listening closely.

Footsteps, and the sound of car wheels pressing against the ground, drew closer, increasingly clear.

“Surround it.”

It was Luo Qinghe’s voice, “Don’t let a single fly escape.”

Zhou Xufang looked in the direction of the sound, her good eyesight allowing her to see the Luo Family garage, hundreds of meters away, where the lift door suddenly flung open, and seven or eight SUVs drove out.

This Luo Qinghe, cunning enough to be annoying.

Zhou Xufang had initially planned to escape, but suddenly she didn’t want to, she felt like teaching someone a lesson.

“Z, right?” She walked over from the garage, wearing a dull blue dress, “I’ve been waiting for you for a long time.”

Zhou Xufang, clad in black, stood under a street lamp, her cap casting a shadow over her eyes, “You’ve been investigating me?”

They even found Shuangjiang, they must have been investigating for a long time.

No wonder Lixiang said, “Luo family people are like dogs, once they bite, they never let go.”

Luo Qinghe flipped her hair beside her ear, she didn’t approach, she just stood far away, watching Zhou Xufang, “How can you play with someone like you without preparing?”

She had been researching this person for a long time, knowing that the Jiang Family had employed her and aware of her capabilities. Since the Jiang Family initiated the investigation, she had been waiting, hoping they would approach her, as she had long wanted to meet this errand runner.

As expected, she came on behalf of the Jiang Family.

“Who hired you? Jiang Zhi, or Old Mrs. Jiang?”

Jiang Zhi had fallen into the water, and a suspect emerged from the Luo Family. This trip of hers was definitely on behalf of the Jiang Family.

Zhou Xufang remained silent.

Luo Qinghe was not in a hurry either; he waved his hand, signaling the few SUVs to approach, “They all say you can do anything. Today, I want to see how you ascend to the heavens or burrow into the ground.”

Who are they?

They are the twenty-some individuals in those SUVs.

Zhou Xufang glanced at the logo pasted on the car, her peers—FOR.

The wind was strong; she fastened the hood of her hoodie over her cap, tying the straps and looking toward Luo Qinghe.

“I warned you not to investigate or provoke me,” she said, squatting down to pick up a pebble the size of a thumb. She tossed it in her hand twice. “I can’t ascend to the heavens or enter the earth, but killing you is much easier than doing either of those.”

Her voice was cold and steady, devoid of fluctuations. After finishing, she threw the pebble in her hand.

The pebble traveled in a straight line, cutting through the wind, grazing Luo Qinghe’s face, and striking an SUV behind her.

Thud!

The SUV’s window glass cracked.

Luo Qinghe turned his head aside, his cheek quickly oozing blood. He touched the half-inch-long cut, his hand coming away bloody.

The wound wasn’t deep.

He touched his sore cheek, which was starting to feel numb, fire in his eyes: “You won’t kill me. You’ve taken on many errand tasks and have never killed a soul.” He laughed, looking at Zhou Xufang, “Will you dare to kill someone?”

Zhou Xufang clenched her teeth.

This woman was too annoying; she had surely investigated her for a long time.

“Someone catch her for me. Whoever succeeds, ask for money or power,” Luo Qinghe said, dragging the last syllable, “either is fine.”

With one sentence, the men in the SUVs were all restless.

A fight would ensue today.

Zhou Xufang pulled out a pair of leather gloves from her pocket, put them on, stepped back, and was about to jump into action when she paused.

She heard it, a coughing sound.

“Cough, cough, cough, cough…”

Approaching intermittently.

It was Jiang Zhi.

Then came his lazy voice: “What’s happening here, so lively?”

Zhou Xufang turned around.

Luo Qinghe and his hired thugs also turned around.

Under a streetlight outside the fence, wavering slightly, a figure emerged with a long shadow, dyed dark blue hair, walking slowly, backlit; he came from the darkness with a crescent moon behind him, no stars in the sky, but they were in his eyes.

They say: beauty lies in the bones, not in the skin.

Jiang Zhi looked the part, both in bones and skin.

Luo Qinghe wiped the blood from his face with a handkerchief, looking through the fence at the person outside, “You haven’t been to the Luo Family for seven or eight years, what wind brought you here today?”

He stepped one foot on the Luo Family’s fence, his hair casually cut; the wind blew, covering his eyebrows, his expression, a mix of smiling and non-smiling: “Your father is the suspect who pushed me into the sea; am I wrong in coming to identify the killer?”

That blue hair—a color that shouldn’t be serious—dyed by him added not less to his noble air, but more defiant and arrogant traits, clearly showing his youth.

Like a young man.

A young man with fine clothes and high spirits, daring to compare with the heavens.

“You haven’t answered me,” he said slowly, unhurriedly, asking Luo Qinghe, “What is this? Gathering a crowd to fight?”

Luo Qinghe replied unflinchingly, “This little thief broke into my Luo Family’s property and I caught her.”

“Catching a thief?” Jiang Zhi glanced at the ‘little thief,’ the peach blossom eyes brimming with laughter, “Perfect, I brought the police.”

“…”

Luo Qinghe was speechless.

As for Zhou Xufang, she felt a bit stupefied; she just wanted to fight quietly, to teach a lesson quietly… She didn’t want to end up in a cell.

Jiang Zhi had already dialed the phone, leaning against the Luo Family’s iron fence, fiddling with the hair blown over his forehead: “Nanchu, have you arrived? Come to ‘catch the thief.'”

‘Little thief’ Zhou Xufang: “…”

Could she still escape now?

“wu——wu——wu——wu——”

The siren was loud.

In less than a minute, Qiao Nanchu arrived, accompanied by the Criminal Investigation Team’s Mr. Cheng.

Before entering the Luo Family’s main gate, Jiang Zhi left a message for Qiao Nanchu.

“Let her go.”

Qiao Nanchu looked at him, “What do you mean?”

He said, “She’s my person.”

How strange those words sounded.

Qiao Nanchu asked, “Did you send her?”

He didn’t say whether he did or didn’t, but instead commanded, “Don’t hurt her, or else,”

There was more to it.

Qiao Nanchu was waiting for him to continue.

Jiang Zhi, rarely this serious, said, “Otherwise, we can’t be brothers.”

“…”

Well, this isn’t someone recognizing a murderer, this is more like a hero saving the beauty.

No longer lingering, Jiang Zhi entered the Luo Family’s gate. The last time he visited the Luo family was eight years ago.

Eight years earlier, the Jiang and Luo families had a good relationship. The Jiang family’s second son had married the third daughter of the Luo family, making the two families related by marriage, and they used to visit each other often.

Jiang Zhi, not fond of going out, was sixteen when he first visited the Luo family. He saw Luo Qinghe teaching someone a lesson and meddled in, calling over the little mute of the Luo family, specifically asking him to lead the way.

That little mute, perhaps due to being whipped with rose bushes for a while, was covered in blood.

So thin, barely even ten years old.

Jiang Zhi asked him, “What is your name?”

He picked up a stick and scratched three lines in the dirt.

Indeed, he was called Luo San, not even a formal name.

Then he asked, “What’s its name?” pointing to a fat cat beside his feet which had just come out of hiding.

“Meow.”

The cat was indeed fat.

At fourteen years old, the little mute from the Luo family was as thin as a pole; he took the stick and scratched four lines in the dirt.

“Four?” Jiang Zhi looked at the lines.

The little mute awkwardly wrote another character.

Luo Si, the orange cat was called Luo Si.

And he was Luo San.

“You can write?”

As soon as Jiang Zhi finished speaking, as if greatly startled, the boy immediately rubbed out the awkward Luo character, pointed down the path ahead, then turned and ran away.

Indeed, a peculiar person.

Jiang Zhi didn’t leave until very late that day, having spent most of it at the Luo Family. He didn’t see Luo San again until late evening just as his driver was pulling out of the Luo estate.

Someone smashed his car window.

The driver stopped, “Young master, it’s the foster son from the Luo family.”

That little mute, apparently.

I heard, he’s also a bit simple-minded.

The Luo family even said he was mentally challenged.

For reasons unknown, he got out of the car, saw the skinny boy through the fence, and just couldn’t bring himself to reprimand him.

He asked, “Why did you smash my car?”

The little simpleton couldn’t speak; his wrists so thin, they easily slipped through the iron bars to open his hand, revealing a piece of braised pork, oily and glistening.

He grabbed a piece of the pork to give to Jiang Zhi.

“Why are you giving me a piece of meat?”

He pointed to his own mouth.

“For me to eat?”

He nodded.

Jiang Zhi, at sixteen, was fastidious and somewhat germaphobic, naturally disdainful, but for some unknown reason, he still took it.

The little mute dropped the pork and ran off.

Jiang Zhi stared at the meat in his hand, a large and fatty piece of braised pork, the first time anyone had ever given him a piece of meat.

Knowing his aversion to dirt, the driver quickly handed him a handkerchief and water, “Give it to me, and wash up first.”

He put it in his mouth and ate.

It was too fatty, overwhelmingly so.

Jiang Zhi found out later that the piece of meat was stolen; that little mute from the Luo family had been beaten for stealing it, and again, beaten with rose bushes.

“Brother Zhi.”

“Brother Zhi.”

Luo Changde put down his teacup and called out twice.

Jiang Zhi snapped back to the present, suppressing the memory, and with an unfriendly tone said, “Brother Zhi is also something you can call me?”

Luo Changde: “…”

As families related by marriage, Jiang Zhi was still supposed to address his maternal cousin Jiang Fuli casually as uncle.