The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie-Chapter 114 - : 114: Spinning Brand Dog Food, Sweet Secret Crush

Chapter 114: 114: Spinning Brand Dog Food, Sweet Secret Crush

Ms. He’s daughter, Ah Wan, also recognized Luo Jiatang.

She snatched the scissors.

Ms. He screamed twice, looked around frantically with a vacant gaze, and started talking to herself.

“I want to cut Luo San’s hair.”

“They will hit her.”

“I need to cut hair.”

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“The roses have bloomed… I need to cut Luo San’s hair.”

She fixed her gaze on Zhou Xufang’s hair, muttering incessantly, her hand continuously pounding on the table.

Tang Xiang helped her sit down, whispering words of comfort, “Mom, she’s not Luo San. Luo San was called by the Second Miss to water the flowers.”

“Has she gone to water the flowers?”

Tang Xiang nodded.

Only then did Ms. He stop making a fuss and stopped pounding on the table, murmuring with her head bowed, “She’s going to get beaten again.”

“Little Mute is going to get beaten again.”

“Where’s the phone? I need to call the old man.”

Tang Xiang called out ‘Second Aunt’.

The Boss Lady immediately picked up the phone and called Ms. He over.

Tang Xiang breathed a sigh of relief, put the scissors away, and approached Zhou Xufang’s table, “I’m very sorry, did I scare you?”

Zhou Xufang shook his head.

The wind blew the door chime, which rang twice. Jiang Zhi entered and asked, “What happened?”

“Jiang Zhi.”

“Jiang Zhi.”

The first call was from Zhou Xufang, the second from Tang Xiang.

Oh, they all know each other.

Tang Xiang looked Zhou Xufang over briefly, nodded politely, then turned to Jiang Zhi, “Aren’t you going to introduce us?”

Jiang Zhi sat down, speaking concisely, just three words: “Zhou Xufang.”

It’s Zhou Xufang.

Not girlfriend Zhou Xufang.

Zhou Xufang understood that this person needed to be guarded against.

“Hello,” Tang Xiang smiled lightly, “I’m Tang Xiang.”

Zhou Xufang looked up, expressionless, “Hello.”

She was dressed all in black, her face cold and aloof, her eyes watchful, her whole demeanor screaming, “Don’t talk to me, I don’t know you.”

“Just now I startled Miss Zhou,” Tang Xiang apologized again, “I’m truly sorry.”

Zhou Xufang: “It’s okay.”

Her lips were thin, suggesting a strong sense of distance the moment they pursed, and along with her high-class disinterested look, her expression still read—Don’t talk to me, I don’t know you.

Such a peculiar person.

Tang Xiang glanced at the time, “I’m sorry, I have to leave first.”

Zhou Xufang nodded, indicating—Please do.

After Tang Xiang and her mother had left, Zhou Xufang then asked Jiang Zhi, “Who is she?”

Jiang Zhi poured a glass of hot water and after cleaning the spoon, she brought her own bowl of porridge over, picking out the shrimp and placing it into Zhou Xufang’s bowl, “Part of the Luo family.”

No wonder Jiang Zhi was cautious.

Zhou Xufang had also heard rumors on the set; it seemed Jiang Zhi and the Luo family were at odds.

She asked further, “Why only part?”

“She and her father were both raised in the Luo family to serve them, outsiders in name.”

In ancient times, called a family slave.

In modern times, called a housekeeper, but Tang Xiang was different; she managed more than just affairs at home, she also managed Luo family’s business, holding significant power.

“Tang Xiang is capable and skilled, the old master of the Luo family values her greatly, publicly calling her the righteous daughter of Luo Changde.”

Zhou Xufang felt it was more than just a part, almost a significant part of the Luo family.

“And who is Luo San?” she had many questions today.

Jiang Zhi’s action of picking shrimps halted for a moment, “Who told you about Luo San?” Her gaze cold as she glanced at Ah Wan.

Ah Wan: “!”

Unjustly accused!

“Tang Xiang’s mother called me Luo San just now.”

Ms. He really is severely ill; she can’t even distinguish genders anymore.

Jiang Zhi put down her spoon and took a wet wipe to clean her hands. “He is an adopted son of the Luo Family.”

Zhou Xufang was seriously listening, a rare occurrence of curiosity.

Jiang Zhi licked her lips and remained silent for a long time.

“Eight years ago, the Luo Family’s house caught fire, and Luo San was burned to death.” Her eyelashes drooped, concealing the emotions in her eyes, Jiang Zhi said, “Tang Xiang’s father also died in that fire. After that, her mother became mentally unstable.”

Her tone was very low.

The air pressure was also low.

In Jiang Zhi’s eyes, Zhou Xufang saw a great cloud of gloom, Oh, she remembered that on the cruise, Luo Qinghe had mentioned that Luo San was someone Jiang Zhi cherished.

Now she too was someone cherished by Jiang Zhi, which made Luo San her ‘neighbor.’

She felt she was about to get jealous, no, she couldn’t get jealous, her ‘neighbor’ was already deceased, she couldn’t be petty. After calming herself, she continued to ask Jiang Zhi, “Was the Luo Family’s house fire a natural disaster?”

“It was arson.”

Zhou Xufang fell into deep thought.

Jiang Zhi placed the last piece of shrimp in her bowl, “Why are you curious about this?”

Zhou Xufang said, “I don’t like the Luo Family.”

Luo Qinghe is a wicked woman, and so is Luo Yinghe.

Jiang Zhi gently touched her seriously expressioned face, “I don’t like them either.”

See, how perfectly matched she and Jiang Zhi were, Zhou Xufang thought.

Jingbai City is the territory of the Lu Family from Imperial City; the seven-story building is located in the city center, with floors one to four being a shopping center, the fifth floor a tea house and restaurant, and the sixth and seventh floors a club and cinema, respectively.

Zhou Qingrang had a meeting scheduled in the teahouse on the fifth floor, three o’clock, and the other party arrived on time.

“Mr. Zhou.”

The middle-aged man sat down, sliding a folder over: “The fire eight years ago, the Luo Family probably tampered secretly, all related personnel have been handled.”

This man worked for a professional errand company, Zhou Qingrang had hired him to investigate the Luo Family’s background.

“What about Luo San?” Zhou Qingrang opened the folder.

The middle-aged man said, “It’s similar to what the Luo Family disclosed publicly; Luo San was a child adopted by Tang Guangji’s couple from their hometown, only the Luo Family and Tang Guangji’s wife, He Xiangxiu, knew from where exactly the child was adopted.” The middle-aged man was average in appearance, wearing glasses on his nose, “After Tang Guangji’s death eight years ago, He Xiangxiu became mentally unstable.”

Zhou Qingrang flipped through a few pages, “Help me check something, during my hospital stay, who was paying for my hospital expenses.”

The other party responded, “Okay.”

Zhou Qingrang took out a card from his wallet, placed it on the table, then drank the tea in his cup in one gulp, and pushed his wheelchair out of the teahouse.

Since it was the weekend, there were many passersby.

When turning the corner in the corridor, his walking stick from the wheelchair scraped against a person. That person was on the phone, quite irritated, and cursed with a swear word: “Damn, can’t you watch where you’re going?”

Zhou Qingrang moved his wheelchair to the innermost side, and quietly apologized.

Probably because his demeanor was elegant, sitting in a wheelchair and hanging his head low, he still exuded an extraordinary aura, which the bumped man disliked at the sight of his suit and shoes, touched the tattoo on his neck, and disdainfully spoke: “If your legs aren’t good, you shouldn’t go out and bother others.”

What an act of elegance!

Feeling vexed, the man spat on the ground to clear the bad luck and continued on the phone: “No worries, just bad luck running into a damn cripple, go on.”

The temperature had dropped the past couple of days; wearing a prosthetic was too painful.

Zhou Qingrang hadn’t worn it today, the blanket covering the empty space under his left leg. He tugged on the blanket to adjust it properly and pushed his wheelchair towards the elevator.

The elevator button was a bit high; he couldn’t reach it.

A tender hand pressed the button.

Then came the clear voice of a girl, “Do you need help?”

Zhou Qingrang looked up: “No need,” he said, “Thank you.”

The girl said nothing, standing next to him.

Once the elevator doors opened, she walked in first to the furthest corner, then Zhou Qingrang followed with his wheelchair, his back to her.

She could see his straight back just by lowering her head.

Zhou Qingrang.

Zhou Qingrang.

Zhou Qing—

When she silently repeated it for the third time, the man on the wheelchair turned around: “Hello.”

Lu Sheng was taken aback, stuttering after a long pause, “Hello.”

His tone was gentle, and he asked politely, “Your umbrella is still with me, could you tell me your address?”

Address?!

“Ah?”

Lu Sheng had been duking it out in the business world with her father since she was a teenager, so there wasn’t a scenario she hadn’t seen. Her name as Second Miss Lu was well-known in Imperial City.

No one had seen her this nervous, swallowing her saliva.

“Last month, outside Tingyu Building,” Zhou Qingrang patiently explained, “you borrowed my umbrella and have not yet returned it.”

The voice of a broadcast host, truly one of a kind.

Even ordinary sentences, when he slowly recited them, sounded charming.

Lu Sheng still remembered the first time she heard Zhou Qingrang’s voice; at that moment, she had only one thought—to keep him to herself, so he could tell her stories by her bedside every day. Later, after meeting him, her thoughts changed; she wanted to coax him into hiding under her sheets.

She lost her composure, her eyes wide, unable to conceal her excitement, “You remember me?”

Zhou Qingrang said, “I remember.”

Her eyes twinkled as she quickly blinked twice and said, “I can’t tell you my address.” Today she was dressed in a black business suit, and her makeup was impeccable, but… She couldn’t help but smile like a schoolgirl, “Can you give me your number? I can come to the station to pick it up.”

She knew he worked at the radio station.

Zhou Qingrang had clear, handsome features, and his gaze when he looked at someone was very mild, “Do you recognize me?”

Lu Sheng nodded, “Yes, I’m a fan.”

He smiled, “Good.” He took a piece of paper from the storage box beside the wheelchair armrest and wrote down a string of digits for her, “Sorry to bother you.”

Lu Sheng, “No bother at all!”

Just then, the elevator reached the ground floor.

After Zhou Qingrang nodded, he went out first; Lu Sheng followed, feeling too embarrassed to catch up immediately, so she pretended to head to the reception desk.

“Second Miss—”

Lu Sheng hushed her, and the receptionist quickly closed her mouth. They watched as the young boss of Jingbai City stealthily followed him, glued to the glass for a long time before reluctantly turning back.

Secretary Yang Xiu then came over.

Lu Sheng straightened her hair beside her ear and asked, “Where is he?”

The atmosphere suddenly shifted.

The title of the little business demon wasn’t for nothing; Yang Xiu carefully responded, “On the second floor.”

She headed to the second floor, Yang Xiu trailing behind. In the elevator, she suddenly said, “The buttons in the mall’s elevator are too high.”

“I’ll arrange for someone to come and modify it.”

“As soon as possible.”

Every floor of the mall had a lounge that only VIP customers with annual spending over a million could enter; at this moment, the second-floor lounge was cleared, and people were guarding the door.

Footsteps were heard before anyone appeared.

Two men at the door immediately stood straight and lowered their heads, “Second Miss.”

She hummed, entered the lounge, took off her coat, and threw it to the female secretary, “Where is he?”

The secretary signaled with her eyes, and a security guard entered the room and dragged a man out, pushing him onto the couch.

“Who—who are you people?”

The man being pressed had tattoos on his neck, and he was trembling and struggling.

The room filled with security and secretaries remained silent.

Lu Sheng said, “Someone to teach you manners.” She picked up a bottle of red wine, walked over, and because she was quite young, spoke casually but seriously, “You should be polite when you’re out and about; didn’t your parents teach you that?”

The tattooed man kicked and struggled; Yang Xiu kicked him directly, making him behave.

“Cripple?”

The young girl laughed.

She twirled the wine bottle in her hand, tapping the man’s head lightly and intermittently. She asked with a smile, “Who gave you the audacity to call him a dead cripple?”

She emphasized the last word, revealing her sharpness.

“I—I—”

Before he could finish, the wine bottle crashed down.

“Bang!”

The wine contained gas, and erupted with a loud sound.

Red wine and glass shards splattered the man’s face; he was dumbstruck, staring at the dent made by the wine bottle on the table corner.

Of course, he had not been hit.

Lu Sheng, a legitimate businesswoman, didn’t engage in illegal acts. She threw away the broken wine bottle, only a small half remaining, wiped her hands with a tissue, and sat on the couch, “He hasn’t gone far. Go downstairs and apologize. If he doesn’t forgive you, I will kill you.”

“I—I—I…”

Unable to speak, the man trembled as he desperately crawled away.

Lu Sheng tossed the used tissue into the trash can, pursed her lips: Humph, really can’t take a scare.

“Second Miss.” Yang Xiu stepped forward with a cellphone, “Young Master Xinglan’s call.”

She took it.

“Brother.”

The voice on the other end of the phone was lazy, as if still half-asleep, “Who is Zhou Qingrang?”

Lu Sheng sat up straight, glanced at the people in the room, “Who went to you again to gossip?”

Who would dare.

“Just now at the dinner table, I met someone from the TV station who told me that Zhou Qingrang would soon be transferred back to the TV station.” He spoke unhurriedly, “Tell me, who is Zhou Qingrang?”

Now that she knew, she couldn’t be bothered to be coy, “He’s the person I like.”

Speaking of Zhou Qingrang, her eyebrows danced with excitement, and her expression was incredibly animated.

There was silence on the other end of the phone for quite some time.

“He’s fourteen years older than you, missing one leg, and the other is nearly lame.” Lu Xinglan directly called out, “Lu Sheng.”

His tone turned stern, and Lu Sheng faltered.

“Our family doesn’t care about social status, but as your husband,” his tone left no room for doubt, “he must at least be in good health.”

Lu Sheng pouted, “You’re still being picky, and he doesn’t even know who I am.” Her tone was extraordinarily dejected but also dissatisfied because she hadn’t yet caught his eye.

Lu Xinglan chuckled softly, “So you mean, it’s still unrequited love? You—”

His sentence suddenly cut off.

Lu Sheng called out, “Brother?”

“Brother?”

No one responded to her.

A moment later, the phone was picked up by someone else, Lu Xinglan’s accompanying secretary, “Second Miss, Young Master Xinglan has fallen asleep again.”

Lu Sheng, “…”

Her brother’s hypersomnia was getting more severe.

After hanging up the phone, she stood up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, looking downstairs. She had mild nearsightedness and usually disliked wearing glasses. She couldn’t see clearly downstairs and squinted to see.

Zhou Qingrang hadn’t gone far indeed; today was a weekend, and there were too many people, making his wheelchair move very slowly.

“Sir!”

“Sir, wait!”

Zhou Qingrang turned around, “What is it?”

It was the man who had called him a cripple.

The man was covered in sweat, his face and neck still stained with red wine and a few streaks of blood from glass shards, looking very embarrassed and panicked.

He ran over, stammering as he began, “I—I came to apologize, I’m sorry for earlier.”

Zhou Qingrang sat quietly in his wheelchair, not responding.

The man glanced at the second floor of the mall, then immediately withdrew his gaze in a fluster, and knelt down, hands pressed together, squeezing out two lines of clear tears, “It was all my fault for not recognizing a great person. I was out of line, and I have no manners.”

“I’m sorry, sir, I know I was wrong, and I will never discriminate against people with disabilities or be so arrogant again, please forgive my ignorance of youth.”

It was almost as if he would kowtow.

Zhou Qingrang silently watched the man kneeling on the ground.

“Sir, then have you…” the man said earnestly, his expression fearful, “forgiven me?” As sweat the size of beans rolled down his face freely, he trembled, “If you don’t forgive me, I—I—”

The man clenched his teeth, “I will kneel here indefinitely!”

A grown man kneeling on the street quickly attracted the attention of passers-by.

Zhou Qingrang moved his wheelchair to the side of the road, trying not to block the path, and said to the man, “You can get up.”

He still knelt, “So, you have forgiven me?”

Zhou Qingrang nodded.

The man was profusely grateful, almost bursting into tears, “You are truly a good person.”

Zhou Qingrang, “…” a bit amused.

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Zhou Xufang delivered seven takeaway orders, Jiang Zhi refused to rest and insisted on going along. Riding on the electric scooter in the cold wind, Zhou Xufang stuck eight heating pads on him to prevent him from getting cold.

In the evening, Jiang Zhi drove her home. The Maybach stopped outside Yuquan Bay, not entering the community.

Zhou Xufang mentioned it was getting cold at night and urged him to quickly go home.

“Zhou Xufang.”

Sometimes when Jiang Zhi was a bit moody, he liked to call her by her full name.

Zhou Xufang tilted her head to look at him, “Hmm?”

Forget it, not going to scold her. He forcefully kissed her cheek, leaving it red before he stopped, “Sleep early. I’ll come over to pick you up at eight tomorrow morning.”

“Okay.”

She had just agreed and was about to open the car door when Jiang Zhi caught her hand, his tone unsatisfied and a bit resentful, “Zhou Xufang, you really don’t cling to me enough.”