The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie-Chapter 237 - Marry him in a beautiful dress

Chapter 237: 237: Marry him in a beautiful dress

Chapter 237: 237: Marry him in a beautiful dress

“It seems he was a gardener for the Luo Family before, named Ah something.”

Ah Bin.

Zhou Xufang continued to interrogate, “Is there anything else unusual?”

“No, Luo Huaiyu is very cautious, and he must have found the listening devices in his study.” Chen Li took the check out of his pocket, looked at it repeatedly, “I did everything you asked me to do, now I’m no use to you anymore, can you give me the goods now?”

If it weren’t for the other party holding his weakness over him, how could he possibly become a lackey. Damn, it’s just bad luck, throwing a stone and not killing anyone, but accidentally causing a death.

“I didn’t say I’d give you the weapon, just that I wouldn’t give it to the police.”

Chen Li grew angry at this, “Are you playing me?”

Zhou Xufang corrected him seriously and solemnly, “I’m helping you.” She said sincerely, without bluffs, “You should turn yourself in, you must have done many illegal things for Luo Huaiyu, if he wants to silence you, prison is actually the safest place. I won’t give the weapon to the police, and if you confess, it being an accidental killing, you probably won’t be sentenced for long.”

Chen Li had nothing to say because she had predicted everything accurately.

“Who exactly are you?”

Zhou Xufang pinched her voice to make it spooky, “I am Black Impermanence.”

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Chen Li: “…”

Zhou Xufang hung up.

“Jiang Zhi.”

“Hmm.” Jiang Zhi was making noodles for her in the kitchen.

Zhou Xufang went into the kitchen, following Jiang Zhi, “Don’t you think Luo Huaiyu is very suspicious?”

Jiang Zhi washed a handful of greens and added them to the noodles.

She loved meat and wasn’t very fond of vegetables, but Jiang Zhi didn’t allow her to be picky.

“He’s also looking for your uncle.” She couldn’t understand, feeling confused, “Is he helping Luo Changde, or Luo Qinghe?”

Jiang Zhi said, “Salt.”

She handed him the salt.

He added two spoonfuls to the pot, “He’s not that noble; he’s just helping himself.”

Zhou Xufang didn’t understand.

Jiang Zhi turned the flame down slightly, “Have you noticed? No matter how Luo Changde and his daughter fight, Luo Huaiyu never intervenes.”

He had never intervened, he had always been an observer.

“He also knew about the diamond rough, but he didn’t do anything about it. Instead, he waited for the dust to settle before settling accounts with Tang Xiangqiu.”

Like stirring up waves.

Zhou Xufang couldn’t see through the old man, “Why did he do that?” One was his son, the other his granddaughter. Why would he let them tear each other apart?

“There’s only one possibility, he was protecting himself.”

Which means, he also did something remorseful.

Jiang Zhi turned the stove off, scooped a spoonful of noodle soup, and fed it to Zhou Xufang, “Try this.”

She licked it.

Jiang Zhi asked, “Is it salty?”

“A bit.”

He licked the spoon too, found it a bit salty, and re-lit the fire, “Then I’ll add some water.”

He added another bowl of water, but it became bland.

He added half a spoon of salt again.

Eventually, it was still too salty.

Zhou Xufang, being supportive, drank all the soup, it was a bit salty, so she secretly drank two cans of milk. Jiang Zhi’s cooking skills were mediocre; he could cook edible meals which were just palatable, but he often missed the mark with the salt. Though he had no talent or skill in cooking, he cooked diligently, partly because Zhou Xufang was a bit picky—if he cooked, she would eat all of it, and partly because he felt a tremendous sense of achievement watching Zhou Xufang eat his cooking.

At night, the rain dripped steadily.

Zhou Xufang fell asleep early, and she dreamed of Jiang Zhi.

He was in his boyhood, appearing somewhat frailer and paler back then. He brought a few cans of milk to the Luo Family house and called her out from the flower shed, “Here, for you.”

She took them, holding them gleefully, her dark face smiling broadly, teeth shining white, looking foolishly happy.

Seeing she wasn’t drinking, the boy urged discontentedly, “Why aren’t you drinking?”

She glanced around, no one was there, and whispered to him secretly, “Need to hide it.”

Whatever he gave her, she treasured like jewels, even stashing them inside her tattered pillow. That broken pillow was filled up by her, containing more than a dozen milk cans.

Foolish to death.

“What’s to hide, it’s for drinking.” He opened a can for her, “Drink quickly, I’ll bring you more tomorrow.”

“Oh.”

She drank hurriedly, getting milk froth all over her mouth.

“So dirty.”

He complained about her being dirty but still wiped her mouth with his sleeve cuff while grumbling about her messiness.

She still smiled.

His sleeves got dirty from wiping her, so he rolled them up, eyes fixed on top of her head, “Why are you so short?”

She was already in her teens, yet thin and short, still looking like a young child.

He handed her the bag he was carrying, “The clothes I bought are too big, throw them away if you don’t wear them.”

The bag was full of new clothes.

How could she throw them away? She liked them and smiled broadly.

It was his first time buying clothes for someone, unclear about the sizes, all were too big, and he was frustrated, blamed her, “It’s all your fault, why are you so short.”

She nodded, grinning foolishly with a toothy smile, and said hoarsely, “It’s all my fault.”

The young boy snorted with a curl at the corner of his mouth.

“Come here.”

She took two steps forward.

“Stand a little closer.”

She then walked right up to him.

Comparatively, she only reached his chest; he could look down and see her small bald head, “How come you’re only this tall?” With knitted beautiful eyebrows, he murmured, “Do I need to buy you some calcium supplements?”

She looked up at him, nodding at everything he said.

Feeling she was obedient and well-behaved, he touched her small bald head, “Next time I’ll bring you calcium supplements.” Then, he instructed, “Don’t throw away your clothes. Wear them when you grow taller. Tomorrow, I’ll buy you a smaller size.”

She squinted her eyes and nodded vigorously.

The dream shifted abruptly at that point.

Outside the flower arbor, the sun was setting. A tangerine twilight spread all over, and the hand stretching out toward her was all wrinkled, with saggy skin and profusely marked with dark age spots and rough veins.

“Drink it. Don’t you like it?”

The old man handed her a can of milk.

She received it timidly.

The old man encouraged her to try it, saying he had obtained it from the boy from the Jiang Family.

It was from Jiang Zhi.

So she drank, savoring it gradually, sip by sip, unwilling to finish it all at once.

Later, the old man walked away with his dragon-headed cane, and she slept in the wooden rocking chair beside the flower stand.

Thump, thump, thump, thump…

She seemed to hear the sound of the cane tapping on the ground; she wanted to open her eyes, but couldn’t, while an old voice spoke beside her.

He said, “Why is it a girl…”

Why couldn’t it be a girl?

Her eyes remained closed, but she thought inside her heart how wonderful it was being a girl. If Jiang Zhi would accept her, she would grow up and marry him, like the woman she saw on the TV Aunt Xiu watched, with long hair dressing in the prettiest dress as his bride.

She loved being a girl.

“A girl won’t work.”

“A girl must die.”

She heard the cane tapping sound again, growing fainter and fainter…

It turned dark, yet the flower arbor lit up with fire and soon dense smoke billowed.

The bald girl without hair still lay on the wooden chair, drowsy, while people outside called her.

“Luo San!”

“Luo San!”

It was Uncle Tang calling her.

“Hmm…”

She responded, but her voice was so faint. She tried to lift her hand, only managing to move her fingers.

Tang Guangji rushed in and found her by the flower arbor, shaking her shoulders to wake her, “Luo San, Luo San!”

She struggled to open her eyes, “Uncle Tang…”

Her voice, already hoarse, became inaudible after inhaling the dense smoke.

Tang Guangji covered her nose and mouth with the wet towel he had been using, “Don’t be scared, Uncle Tang will take you outside now.”

He tied the wet towel around her head and carried her on his back. The fire was too fierce, the light blinding, hard to see the path. Carrying the frail girl, he stumbled towards the exit. Fearing she wasn’t fully conscious, he kept talking to her, “Once we get out, shall we let Aunt Xiu take you to the countryside, alright?”

The petite girl lying on the broad back of the man spoke in a thin, small voice, “Are there foxtails in the countryside?”

“Yes, there’s lots and lots of them,” he coughed from the smoke but still smiled, “So our Xu Fang likes foxtail grass, huh?”

Xu Fang.

Aunt Xiu had said she had a name too, given by her mother.

Aunt Xiu was serious, a cautious person, and never allowed her to use that name; only Uncle Tang would secretly call her Xu Fang when no one was around.

This was the first time he said ‘our Xu Fang,’ just like he said ‘our Xiangxiang.’

She knew, Uncle Tang and Aunt Xiu were both good people, but they dared not treat her kindly. The Luo Family wouldn’t like it. She also knew that the steamed bun under her pillow was placed there by Aunt Xiu, and the bundle of old books in her closet was brought back by Uncle Tang.

Her eyes were nearly closing again, her voice becoming a murmur as if in a dream, “No, it’s Jiang Zhi who likes it.” She told Tang Guangji, “Our Jiang Zhi likes foxtail grass.”

Our Xu Fang.

Our Jiang Zhi.

She liked saying that.

As a piece of wood from the flower arbor fell, Tang Guangji raised his arm to block it; sparks only reached his clothes, but his arm was scalded. He didn’t mind, adjusted her higher on his back, and asked again, “So what does our Xu Fang like?”

She murmured drowsily, “Our Xu Fang likes our Jiang Zhi…”

At the entrance of the flower arbor, someone else rushed in.

“Housekeeper Tang.”

Tang Guangji saw the person, surprised, “Young master, with such a big fire, why did you come in too?”

It was Luo Changde, all drenched, who glanced at the person on Tang Guangji’s back, “Give her to me.”

“I can carry her; you should get out quickly, the fire’s getting bigger.”

His pupils, reddened by the firelight, insisted, “Give her to me.”

After saying this, he picked up a piece of rebar from the ground, dragging it with a piercing noise, step by step moving closer…