The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie-Chapter 263 - : Fang Bao Seeks Revenge, Sets Fire to the Luo Family (See Beyond the Title)

Chapter 263: 263: Fang Bao Seeks Revenge, Sets Fire to the Luo Family (See Beyond the Title)

“You’re called Qing Rang too? I have a younger brother also named Qing Rang, but he’s only in his teens, still studying, and his grades are excellent.”

That was Zhou Qingrang at fourteen, still a dashing young man.

Now, he struggled to walk, his eyes reflecting a deep sense of time and hardship.

He bent over, “Sister Xiu,” his voice hoarse as he looked at an old acquaintance, choking up, “I am Qing Rang.”

When he first came to the Luo Family, he was young, hiding behind his sister, feeling uneasy because it was all new to him. The person who came out to greet them at the Luo Family’s doorstep was a slightly plump woman, holding a little girl with her hair tied in pigtails.

“Are you Qing Meng and Qing Rang?”

His sister said they were.

The woman lifted the little girl into her arms, “Haven’t you eaten yet? Come in, I’ll make noodles for you.”

The girl in her arms cheerfully called out, “Little Aunt, Little Uncle.”

Time had passed, things had changed, and the people were no longer the same.

Ms. He could not recognize him anymore, “Xiangxiang, what’s wrong with this person?”

Tang Xiang patiently explained to Ms. He, “Mom, he’s your Little Uncle.”

“Nonsense, how old is your Little Uncle supposed to be?”

At that time, Zhou Qingrang was fourteen and still in high school, living in the school dormitory.

Ms. He’s memory was in disarray, still caught up in events from twenty-three years ago, “Xiangxiang, help me make a call to ask why he hasn’t come back after so long.”

Tang Xiang pretended to make a phone call, and asked when the person would return.

“Let me speak.”

As soon as Ms. He finished speaking, Tang Xiang promptly put away her phone, “It’s already hung up.”

Ms. He nagged for a while, complaining about how the child never returned home, then asked Tang Xiang, “Did he say when he will come back?”

Tang Xiang fabricated, “He’ll be back next weekend.”

Ms. He was dissatisfied and rambled for a while, then suddenly asked, “What about Luo San?”

From Zhou Qingrang, the conversation had now switched to Luo San.

This was a hysteria attack.

Tang Xiang replied to Ms. He, “She’s gone out.”

“Did she go picking foxtail grass again?”

Tang Xiang affirmed.

“Always focusing on useless things, she never learns even after being beaten.” Ms. He scowled as if she was about to scold someone, “Go and call her for me.”

“Alright, alright, I’ll call her.”

Tang Xiang pretended to go look for someone but had only taken a few steps when Ms. He shouted from behind, “Xiangxiang!”

Tang Xiang couldn’t help but laugh and cry, “What’s the matter now, Ms. He?”

Ms. He grabbed her, panicked, “Quick, put out the fire, your father and Luo San are still inside, they haven’t come out yet!”

“Guangji, Guangji!”

She called her husband’s name loudly, standing up from the wheelchair, looking around, “Where’s the bucket, where’s the bucket?”

Not seeing a bucket, Ms. He pushed Tang Xiang aside and rushed forward, muttering about putting out the fire.

“Mom!”

Tang Xiang could not stop Ms. He and signaled to Zhou Qingrang, “I need to go take care of my mom.”

Zhou Qingrang nodded.

Tang Xiang chased after Ms. He.

He did not have the chance to ask about Luo San, still holding onto a sliver of hope that perhaps it was not Luo San, perhaps that child was still alive in this world.

His phone rang, showing it was a call from Mr. Hu.

Mr. Hu was a private detective, hired by him to investigate the matter of his sister.

“Mr. Zhou, Luo Changde has been arrested.”

“Why was he arrested?”

Mr. Hu explained, “The police suspect that the Luo Family fire eight years ago was arson and murder, with both Luo Changde and his daughter as suspects, one for arson, the other for murder.”

Arson, murder.

These were acts the Luo Family was capable of.

Ms. Tang had suffered another episode, and the psychiatrist recommended a short period of quiet recuperation at home to avoid stimulation.

The TV station called, urging Zhou Qingrang to return quickly; as soon as he left, Zhou Xufang arrived, bumping into Tang Xiang outside the ward, without seeing Ms. He.

“How is Aunt Xiu’s condition?”

Tang Xiang shook her head, “The doctor injected her with a sedative, and she just fell asleep.”

The two went to a nearby coffee shop.

Tang Xiang ordered two drinks, “Why didn’t Jiang Zhi come with you?” She pushed the sugar toward Zhou Xufang, knowing he liked it sweet.

Zhou Xufang added five spoons of sugar, “He has to film today.” The filming schedule was set in advance and couldn’t be delayed, Jiang Zhi would come to pick her up later.

“I heard from Jiang Zhi that you’ve remembered everything.”

Zhou Xufang nodded, “I have a question for you.”

Tang Xiang put down the stirring spoon, “What?”

“Why did Aunt Xiu make me pretend to be a boy?”

He Xiangxiu never talked about these things with her and didn’t allow her to ask. Other than her name, He Xiangxiu completely refrained from mentioning anything about her origins.

Even Zhou Qingmeng’s name, she had heard from the mouths of the Xiao Family and Luo Yinghe.

Tang Xiang also shook her head, “I’m not too clear on the specifics. My parents kept even me in the dark; if it weren’t for your appearance, I probably still wouldn’t know that Luo San is a girl.”

She recalled for a moment, “When Ms. He fell ill, I did hear her ramble on about something; it was all muddled, and I didn’t quite understand. It was roughly about the Luo Family needing a male to carry on the family line, and if Luo San were a girl, the old man wouldn’t keep her around.”

It was nearly what Zhou Xufang had figured.

Tang Xiang pondered for a long while, her frown deepening, “Luo Changde has many illegitimate daughters, but because they’re all girls, the old man did not acknowledge any of them. Xufang,” she paused for quite a while, “I guess, you might be a child of the Luo Family.”

Otherwise, there was no need to adopt a child with ‘imperfections.’

Zhou Xufang didn’t say anything but nodded.

Tang Xiang hesitated to speak further.

Zhou Xufang knew what she wanted to inquire about and answered, “It’s Luo Changde.”

Tang Xiang suddenly felt the coffee had lost its flavor, unable to swallow it, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.” Zhou Xufang was still very calm, “Tang Xiang, do you know Zhou Qingmeng?” The Xiao Family once clutched her throat and said that she was Zhou Qingmeng’s curse.

Tang Xiang was startled for a moment, replied, “I know.”

She had a very unpleasant guess.

She lowered her hand from the table, her palm sweaty, “Twenty-three years ago, Zhou Qingmeng came to the Imperial City to visit relatives, staying with our family, all in the Luo Family’s Ping Building.”

Visit relatives?

Zhou Xufang asked, “Is she a relative of Aunt Xiu?”

“Not,” Tang Xiang paused for a long time, said, “Zhou Qingmeng and Luo Changde are cousins.”

Clang——

The spoon in Zhou Xufang’s hand dropped to the floor.

Half an hour later, Jiang Zhi came to pick up Zhou Xufang; the film shoot wasn’t finished yet, but he couldn’t rest easy about Zhou Xufang, so he ended early. When he arrived, Zhou Xufang was squatting at the coffee shop’s entrance, tucked into the small corner to the left, hugging her knees, motionless.

Jiang Zhi walked over and crouched down, “Why are you squatting here?”

Zhou Xufang looked up, her eyes somewhat vacant, “I’m thinking about things.”

The wind blew outside, whooshing chaotically.

Jiang Zhi tidied the hair on her forehead, “What are you thinking about?”

Her expression was somewhat dazed, “I’m thinking, does karma exist in this world?”

Jiang Zhi removed her mask, touching her cold little face, “So, have you figured it out?”

She said, “I have.”

“Does it?”

She shook her head, “There’s no karma in this world.”

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If there were karma, then twenty-three years ago, Luo Changde should have received his retribution, not lived up until eight years ago, not allowed to continue his wrongdoings.

If there was karma, that would be good.

“My mom——”

Jiang Zhi interrupted her, “Tang Xiang told me everything.” He leaned over and opened his arms to hug her.

Zhou Xufang buried her head in his shoulder, muttering to herself, “I also have an uncle. The day my mom met with misfortune, he had a car accident and became a vegetable, lying in the hospital for fifteen years.”

Jiang Zhi remained silent, gently patting her back.

Without crying or making a fuss, she quietly said, “From the ages of fourteen to twenty-nine, the best years of his life, all spent lying in a hospital bed.”

“His left leg was amputated, his right leg wasn’t good either, and it contained steel pins.”

“He contracted many illnesses, no one knows how much longer he can live.”

Her voice grew increasingly hollow, colder, “Tang Xiang said, the car accident wasn’t an accident.”

Her uncle, Zhou Qingrang, had been harmed to end up like that.

“Jiang Zhi.”

She clenched her hands into fists, holding them tight, her fingertips turning blue, “I really hate those with the surname Luo.” She couldn’t hold back, her voice trembling, choking up, “I want to burn them to death.”

Jiang Zhi tilted his head, kissing her ear, “Shall I help you burn them, would that be okay?”

She shook her head, “No.” She loosened her fist, embracing Jiang Zhi, “I don’t want you to commit a crime.”

Six o’clock in the evening.

The auto repair shop was about to close, and a customer walked in, dressed in black, with a hat on her head and a mask over her face.

Judging by the figure, it was a girl.

Well, truth be told, the quirky outfit was pretty cool; she probably was into cars.

“Welcome,” the staff greeted enthusiastically, “Car wash or repair?”

The cool girl, wearing opaque glasses, asked in a low voice, “Do you have gasoline?”