The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie-Chapter 251 - : Scums biting each other, another truth of that year (10 more updates

Chapter 251: 251: Scums biting each other, another truth of that year (10 more updates

Fang Lixiang shouted, “Damn it!”

Just those two words—grandpa heard them loud and clear, and rolled his eyes at her. “How can you curse like that, girl? You’re so rude for someone so young.”

Young and rude, Fang Lixiang: “…”

Not only did she curse, but she also wanted to report to the police!

She stormed out of the pharmacy, squatted down by the roadside, and dialed the emergency number.

A guy answered, “This is the Criminal Investigation Team.”

Fang Lixiang tried to remain calm, “I want to report a crime.”

The guy asked, “What kind of case?”

Her tone was grave, sorrowful, angry, and a little bit aggrieved, “Murder!”

Upon hearing it was a murder, the guy immediately became serious, “Can you be more specific?”

Fang Lixiang then described the ‘murder’ in great detail, with righteous indignation, “At the intersection of Chaoyang Road and Mingli Road, there’s a pharmacy called Bai Fule. They illegally sold expired contraception, leading to several innocent women falling victim to ‘murder.'” And she, was one such innocent victim.

The guy: “…”

The air was quiet for a dozen seconds.

Fang Lixiang thought the call had been dropped, “Officer? Officer?”

The police officer, seemingly holding back laughter and with a voice that sounded a bit off, said, “Young lady, reporting a crime isn’t something to joke about.” His words were as fluent and amusing as if he were telling a comedy sketch.

“I’m not joking around, I’m very serious.” She was indeed very serious, extremely serious, nearly swearing by heaven, she said, “Heaven above, earth below, everything I’ve just said is true, not a word of lies!”

The guy, holding in his laughter: “…”

This sister, she could make her debut on the stage of a comedy club.

The air was quiet again for a dozen seconds.

The guy was still trying to hold in his laughter, trying to be serious, “Tell me again, what’s the problem?” Even though it was indeed a ‘life-threatening situation’, it was really funny.

Fang Lixiang summarized straightforwardly, “The pharmacy sold expired contraceptive pills and hired a pharmacist who’s hard of hearing. This is extremely dangerous for patients who come to buy medicine.”

She once again informed the officer of the pharmacy’s address, stating she had photos as evidence, and sincerely expressed the seriousness and urgency of the matter, hoping that such unscrupulous businesses would be immediately penalized!

The police officer understood, “I’ll transfer you to the Drug Administration. You can report to them.”

Oh, right, the Drug Administration was in charge of this, she was so angry she got confused.

Squeezing her voice, she asked, “Can I report anonymously?”

“Yes.”

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The police officer was Zhang Wen from the Criminal Investigation Team. After transferring the case to the Drug Administration, he hung up the phone and let out a chuckle, “This sister is really hilarious.”

Xiao Zhong inquired, “What happened?”

Now that he thought about it, Zhang Wen realized that the voice of the sister just now sounded familiar. He chatted casually, “She probably bought expired contraceptive pills, got pregnant after using them, and then came to report a ‘murder’.”

Xiao Zhong clicked his tongue, “This girl is a real talent.”

At that time, Vice Captain Xing returned to the station in a hurry, “Captain Cheng,” he had just come back from Changling Hospital, he said, “Luo Qinghe has applied for medical bail again.”

Before her arrest, Luo Qinghe had sustained injuries and used them as an excuse to apply for medical bail numerous times. That woman was ruthless enough to do anything to get herself admitted to the hospital if the jail doctors didn’t approve her leave for not being injured seriously—in any case, she always found a way to get out to the hospital.

Captain Cheng asked, “What’s the reason this time?”

Vice Captain Xing replied, “She’s pregnant.”

Zhang Wen and Xiao Zhong: “…”

Zhang Wen pondered, “Could it also be because she took expired birth control pills?”

That night, Jiang Zhi also received the news.

Zhou Xufang sat at the dining table eating congee, “Why does Luo Qinghe insist on getting pregnant?”

On the table were dishes of green vegetables, stir-fried green beans with pork, and shredded potatoes—more accurately, potato strips since Jiang Zhi’s knife skills were poor, resulting in thick cuts.

She had just recovered from gastritis not long ago, so Jiang Zhi had been feeding her only light meals these past few days.

Jiang Zhi added a chopstick-full of green vegetables that she didn’t really like to her bowl, solving her puzzle, “Pregnant women cannot be subjected to the death penalty, and if they are sentenced to detention or less than three years of fixed-term imprisonment, under certain conditions, they can even receive a suspended sentence.”

Zhou Xufang pushed the green vegetables to the side, “Is she trying to exploit a legal loophole?” Such a cunning woman, so evil!

Jiang Zhi piled more green vegetables into her bowl, “If that’s what she wants, then let her have it.”

He should have anticipated this and showed no surprise whatsoever.

Zhou Xufang looked at her bowl, now half-filled with green vegetables. She picked up her bowl and moved away from Jiang Zhi, sitting opposite to continue the conversation, “Are you going to let her get away with it?”

The law wasn’t the only way to punish evil and eliminate crime. His little niece was still too naive. Jiang Zhi moved his chair, insisting on sitting next to her, “Sometimes, it’s worse to be outside than in prison.”

Zhou Xufang thought of Xu Pozhi and could probably guess Jiang Zhi’s plan.

She hugged her bowl and continued to move away.

“Zhou Xufang, if you move again, I’ll make you sit on my lap to eat.”

Zhou Xufang felt this remark was quite improper.

Eat the green vegetables then, no more moving.

Luo Qinghe was treated at Changling Hospital, and the detention center assigned two people to watch over her. Luo Huaiyu used some tricks to get into the specially controlled ward.

The case from eight years ago was established, and the trial date was set. Since Luo Qinghe’s arrest, it had been a month; she had grown thin all over, her face the only part that appeared swollen.

Luo Huaiyu could not stay long and got straight to the point, “I’ve found the person, and you know him.”

She looked up, with a plain, haggard face, “Who?”

“Xu Pozhi.”

The tape recorded by Peng Xianzhi contained words spoken by Luo Changde to Luo San, shortly before that fiery disaster. Luo Changde did his best to cover it up, obviously guilty, so he definitely couldn’t escape involvement in that man-made tragedy. Of the three victims back then, only one gardener survived. After the incident, he vanished like steam, and Luo Qinghe had been searching for him for a while.

It turned out to be Xu Pozhi.

Such a coincidence, it felt strange to her, “Are you sure you’re not mistaken?”

Luo Huaiyu detailed the facts, “He’s his father’s illegitimate son. Seven years ago, after his father lost his son, he was brought back to the Xu family. Before that, he lived with his mother and even worked as a gardener in our Luo family. He injured his eyes and face in that fire and underwent facial corrective surgery and received prosthetic eyes.”

No wonder she didn’t recognize him, and no wonder no matter how hard she looked, she couldn’t find him. He had transformed into Xu the Fifth of the Xu Family in Imperial City.

Luo Huaiyu picked up his walking stick, stood up from the sofa, “I’ve arranged everything. You’ll meet him tonight. If you have questions, ask him directly. The rest is up to your own abilities; I won’t intervene anymore, nor will I involve the Luo Family.”

With that, he left.

“Grandfather,” Luo Qinghe called out to him.

He turned back, asking what the matter was.

“There’s something I don’t understand,” she was doubtful and questioned the old man with white hair at the door, “Why did you choose me over my father and me?”

At least for now, she seemed to be at a disadvantage, yet the old man continued to help her from the shadows. She didn’t believe in the deep family affection narrative; after all, Luo Changde was his son.

“Because you are more useful to the Luo Family, and now there’s another reason.” Luo Huaiyu’s face remained impassive, “It would be best if you gave birth to a boy.”

Luo Qinghe was quite pleased with that answer; forget about familial affection, let’s talk about interests.

She placed her hand on her belly, gently stroking it, a profound smile appearing on her pale and swollen face, “I also hope it’s a boy.” It would be best, like Jiang Zhi.

“Who is the child’s father?” Luo Huaiyu asked before leaving.

She smirked, “You don’t need to know that.”

Xu Pozhi came late at night, dressed very formally, with his suit and tie impeccably worn. He also brought a bouquet of roses, so fresh that there were still droplets of water on them.

Luo Qinghe watched as he arranged the flowers in a vase, “Did you anticipate that today would come?”

His technique was professional as he properly set the flowers, then took a pair of medical scissors from the table to trim away the leaves that had not been cleanly removed, saying, “I didn’t.”

Luo Qinghe didn’t believe him and looked at him with cold eyes, “Your approaching me was intentional, wasn’t it?”

To this question, he was forthright, “Yes.”

“For what purpose?”

He put down the scissors, took a piece of tissue to wipe his hands, and walked to the bedside, “Haven’t I told you? I like you, I want to marry you.” He laughed, his facial muscles somewhat rigid, twitching subtly with the corners of his mouth, “You think I’m joking.”

Luo Qinghe was full of suspicion towards him, “So you think I’m stupid?” She folded her hands over her stomach, fixing Xu Pozhi with an intense gaze, “You must know very well who started that fire. Now you come to me saying you like me, you want to marry me—do you think I would believe that?”

Since he had appeared with intent, he must have found something out. The fire from eight years ago was at her instigation, which meant that his injury was caused by her—it was she who blinded one of his eyes.

With this grudge between them, how could he possibly mean well?

Xu Pozhi didn’t try to defend himself, as if everything was under control, “Whether you believe it or not doesn’t matter. You don’t have a choice anymore. I’m the only one who can help you now.”

Indeed, she was now a prisoner at the bar, with no choice. If there wasn’t a new angle, two lives—getting a commuted sentence would be difficult for her.

After a long contemplation, Luo Qinghe could only ask, “How can you help me?”

He leaned forward, getting close to her, his glass eye unmoving as it bore into her, “It wasn’t you who killed them, it was your father.”

Luo Qinghe was shocked, “What are you saying?”

The light in the hospital room was dim. He was so close, and his surgically adjusted face was stiff. The light shining on it gave a chilling effect as he said, “I am the eyewitness. Tang Guangji and that child were not burnt to death.”

Thud—

A cup was knocked over on the table, water spilled out.

Zhou Xufang heard the noise and instantly opened her eyes. She was a light sleeper at night, a habit developed over time—alert even in her sleep, waking at the slightest disturbance. Later, with Jiang Zhi’s company, it had improved somewhat. She’d been sleeping more and more soundly.

She reached under the covers; it was cold—Jiang Zhi was not by her side.

She climbed out of bed, wearing her pajamas, turned on the light while calling out, “Jiang Zhi.”

Jiang Zhi’s room was large; Zhou Xufang called out but got no response. Rubbing her eyes, fully awake, she pushed open the bedroom door and saw Jiang Zhi by the dining table in the living room, “Why are you up?”

Jiang Zhi turned around suddenly, looking somewhat flustered.

No lights were on in the living room, just the computer on the table, its screen glowing. Zhou Xufang glanced at it—it seemed like a video was playing, with two people in profile.

She approached.

The man in the video was speaking, “They were killed by Luo Changde.”

It was Xu Pozhi’s voice.

Jiang Zhi moved to shut the computer immediately, but Zhou Xufang grabbed her hand.

He panicked, “Xufang.”

Zhou Xufang was silent, watching the people on the screen.

The setting was a hospital room, dimly lit and not very clear. Xu Pozhi’s voice was rough, speaking slowly, “I saw it with my own eyes. Luo Changde smashed Tang Guangji’s head with a steel rebar, and when that child clung to his legs, begging him to stop, he drove that piece of rebar into the child’s body.”

Luo Changde smashed Tang Guangji’s head with a steel rebar…

A flash of an image surged through Zhou Xufang’s mind: a man holding a steel rebar, eyes red with fury, and a child clasping his legs, crying out, “Don’t hit him, don’t hit him.”

He found a hammer and started pounding the rebar, saying, “Stop crying, you’ll be free soon.”

The floor was covered in blood…

Zhou Xufang’s body wavered for a moment before she began to fall backward. Jiang Zhi caught her, and she was trembling.

“Jiang Zhi.”

She seemed somewhat dazed, not knowing where to look.

“Yeah, I’m here,” Jiang Zhi said as he picked her up and placed her on the sofa.

She clung to his clothes, gripping them tightly. Her eyes rimmed slightly red, devoid of tears, dry, her gaze burning as she asked him, “Could the DNA results be wrong?”

She felt cold and leaned into Jiang Zhi’s embrace, murmuring, “Am I not his child? How could he drive the rebar in?”

She wouldn’t have felt pain then, but she could’ve died.

Jiang Zhi held her silently, hugging her tightly.

The computer was still on. The two people in the video continued their conversation, four eyes locked, both harboring their own schemes.

“All this is just your side of the story.” Luo Qinghe quickly collected her shock, a flicker of eagerness in her eyes, “Where’s the evidence? Do you have any?”

Xu Pozhi stood with his arms crossed, “The murder weapon, I know where it is.”

“Where?” She asked immediately.

Xu Pozhi smiled and did not continue the topic. Instead, he said slowly, “It’s time to talk about my terms.”

He was casting bait, luring someone step by step into the trap he had set.

Luo Qinghe knew he had an agenda, but given the circumstances, she had to step into the trap, “What do you want?”

He leaned over, one hand on the hospital bed, “You.”

Luo Qinghe laughed as if she’d heard the biggest joke, “I’m pregnant.”

His gaze fell on her stomach, his look intense, “Doesn’t matter, I can raise another man’s child.”

Luo Qinghe protected her stomach and moved backward, looking at him with cold laughter, “Xu Pozhi, you really are a complete lunatic.”

He didn’t get angry but laughed instead, “So are you,” he leaned in closer, one eye burning intensely while the other, dead and white, was chilling, “You’re a perfect match for me.” He reached out to touch her face.

Luo Qinghe pushed his hand away, “Do you think you’re worthy of me?” She laughed, her eyes full of disdain and disgust, “Ah Bin, you’re still as delusional as ever, aren’t you?”

Xu Pozhi’s smiling face suddenly stiffened, the muscles around his mouth twitching, as he grabbed her chin, “My Miss Luo, you can either sleep in a jail cell, or in my bed. Make your choice.”

Delusional.

Indeed, he had once been delusional. He, a gardener covered in filth, had been obsessing day and night over that high-and-mighty girl dressed in her expensive skirts.

He was pathetic, useless, as lowly as a worm, even struggling to speak in her presence.

“Miss,” he approached meekly yet hopefully, offering her something he treasured immensely, “For, for you.”

The noble Miss didn’t even glance at it, “What’s this?”

He unwrapped it himself, “I made, made this bookmark.” He had used her favorite roses for the dried flowers on it, and he had carved every line and letter into the wood himself.

She briefly looked at it, her eyes scornful, “What use do I have for this trash?” She tossed it onto the floor, stood up, and called to Master Peng outside, “Where’s Luo San? Go fetch him for me.”

The wooden bookmark hit the ground, the dried roses scattering all over.

He crouched to pick them up.

The girl grew impatient, “Why are you still standing there? Leave.”

He held the bookmark tightly in his sweaty palm, not daring to look at her, “Miss, I have, have something to say, I, I,” he stammered for a long time, mustering courage to say, “I like you…”

“Ha.”

The girl laughed out loud, wearing a deep blue dress, chin held high, scornfully replying with a question: “And you think you’re worthy?”