The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie-Chapter 148 - : 148: Jiang Zhi, I am Luo San (second update

Chapter 148: 148: Jiang Zhi, I am Luo San (second update

Downstairs, there were sudden footsteps.

Zhou Xufang quickly packed his stuff into his backpack, adjusted the bed, jumped out of the attic window, and leaped onto the roof.

Someone had gone up to the attic and stood there for a while before leaving again.

Zhou Xufang followed the sound of footsteps, jumping from the attic roof to the roof of the Luo Mansion. Just as he settled down, he heard voices.

“Where’s grandpa?”

Oh, it was Tang Xiang who had just gone up to the attic.

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A servant replied, “In the study.”

The study was on the first floor. Tang Xiang knocked on the door and was just about to push it open when the Luo Family’s driver came running in to relay a message at the door, “Chairman, there is a visitor.”

Luo Huaiyu asked from inside, “Who?”

“It’s a gentleman. He said his last name is Zhou.”

Zhou?

Tang Xiang knew who it was.

There was silence inside for a while, “Let him in.” Luo Huaiyu came out leaning on a walking stick and glanced at Tang Xiang, “We’ll talk about it tomorrow.”

Tang Xiang nodded and left first.

After she was far away, Luo Huaiyu instructed to have the guest brought in.

Zhou Qingrang had left his wheelchair at the main entrance and walked with a cane. It was a short distance, but he moved slowly and with difficulty, breaking into sweat, and it took him a while to enter the house.

The servants had already brewed tea. Luo Huaiyu sat on the living room sofa, and as Zhou Qingrang entered, his gaze became complex, lingering on his feet for a moment, “You haven’t been to the Luo Family for over twenty years.”

Since it was winter and the weather was cold, wearing the prosthetic was painful. His left leg was severely limping, and his right leg, which had been reinforced with steel pins, could not support his body weight. He leaned on the chair and slowly sat down. Such a simple action made him break into a light sweat, and he breathed slightly rapidly.

He sat up straight, his eyes cold and detached, “No need to reminisce.”

Luo Huaiyu also refrained from pleasantries, “Did you come to ask about your sister?”

“You folks at the Luo Family said she was dead, right?” His eyes had a mild gleam, and although the room was filled with the aura of worldly life, it failed to blend in, his gaze cold and distant like a pool of stagnant water, “Where are her remains? I want to take them.”

Luo Huaiyu didn’t hesitate or weigh his words, and responded calmly, “She did not die at the Luo’s. She was pregnant with someone else’s child and died outside—”

Zhou Qingrang interrupted, “At first, I wasn’t certain.”

Now, he was sure.

“Not giving up the remains because you’re afraid I’ll find something, right?”

Luo Huaiyu’s expression slightly changed.

Knowing what he needed to know, Zhou Qingrang didn’t want to stay any longer. He got up with his walking stick, “Uncle, don’t sleep too soundly. I filed a case at the police station eight years ago, and there’s no statute of limitations on my sister’s case.”

If he hadn’t filed, the statute of limitations for criminal cases could last up to twenty years.

Crash!

The teacup in Luo Huaiyu’s hand shattered.

Dark clouds completely covered the moon, and a drizzle dampened the road.

The wheelchair was left aside, and Zhou Qingrang, leaning on his cane, stood by the roadside. He had been waiting for a long time. Many taxis passed by, but none stopped.

In this weather, nobody wanted the trouble of picking up a disabled person.

So, he sat in the wheelchair, waiting aimlessly. The cold drizzling rain blurred his vision.

At the road junction five hundred meters ahead, a car suddenly screeched to a halt.

The male driver broke out into a sweat, rolled down the window, leaned out, and cursed loudly, “You fucking want to die?”

It turned out someone had suddenly run into the middle of the road, not paying attention.

That person, dressed in black and with their face tightly covered, did not move away despite being cursed at and just looked at the driver before squatting down.

The man cursed a few times before opening the car door and rushing out, and as soon as his feet hit the ground, he noticed the car body move. Lowering his head, he saw—

The car was lifted up!

The man was instantly dumbstruck, “You, you, you—”

Duang!

Zhou Xufang released her hand, and the car body shook before stabilizing. She looked up, her eyes fixed on the man whose face had turned white from fear, and with a tone of serious negotiation, she said, “If you behave, I won’t suck your blood.”

Ghost!

A ghost!

The man’s legs trembled, “I’ll behave!”

As long as you behave, Zhou Xufang stretched out her hand, pointing ahead, “There’s a man in a wheelchair over there, take him home.” Oh, she had to add, “Take him home safely.”

The man nodded frantically, beginning to sweat.

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Zhou Xufang waved her hand, “Go on.”

Two minutes later—

In front of the Luo Mansion, a private car stopped. Its owner was a specially pale, sweaty chubby guy. Oh, the chubby guy also stammered, “Hey, hey, hey, where do you want to go? I, I, I’ll take you.”

Zhou Qingrang, leaning on his cane, stood up from the wheelchair and said, “Thank you.”

The chubby guy was terrified, looking around nervously, “No, no, no need to thank me.”

When Zhou Xufang returned to Yuquan Bay, it was almost ten o’clock. From afar, she saw someone squatting downstairs. She ran over, cheerfully shouting, “Jiang Zhi, Jiang Zhi!”

Still, knowing to come back!

Jiang Zhi was still squatting, didn’t get up, and watched as a black blur sprinted towards him. He was happy inside but still annoyed, “Do you know how many times I’ve called you?”

Zhou Xufang squatted down and embraced him tightly, “I really like you.”

Jiang Zhi: “…”

He was knocked against the wall by her sudden hug, nearly losing his breath.

This sudden display of sweet words…

He steadied himself, squatted properly, and embraced her, “Are you trying to coax me? I’m not mad at you.”

She still hugged him, not letting go. A ‘dark blur’ burrowed into his arms, she said, “I’m not coaxing you.” Her voice was soft and mushy, her bones just as soft, wriggling restlessly in his embrace, “Jiang Zhi.”

Jiang Zhi steadied her, stopping her movements, “Hmm?”

She tilted her head to look at him and asked, “Do you like Luo San?”

Jiang Zhi was momentarily stunned, “What did Bao Yi tell you?”

Her dark eyes stared into his, leaning closer and closer, filling her eyes entirely with him, and asked again, “Do you like her?”

She had a stubborn look, insisting on hearing an answer.

About Luo San, he didn’t know how much she knew, nor did he know where to start. After a long silence, he reached out and removed her mask.

“I used to think I would always like him.” He caressed her cool little face with the back of his hand, his eyes like stars in the desert, lonely yet bright, “Then I met you.”

She frowned, seemingly troubled.

Jiang Zhi cradled her face, stroking her brow with his fingertips, his voice low and serious yet careful, “Fang Bao, can you please not be jealous? Luo San is different, it’s not about liking or not, he’s a very important person, you’re different too, you are the person I love most.”

In his life, those who truly worried him were only these two people, one he personally put into an urn, and the other, in his arms, was his whole world.

She knelt halfway, wrapping her arms around his neck and shook her head, “I’m not jealous.”

Even if it was a misunderstanding, even if she wasn’t Luo San, she wouldn’t mind.

That child, he couldn’t reach the sun, in the everlasting darkness, he could only cling to Jiang Zhi.

“Jiang Zhi,” she lay on his shoulder, quiet for a while before asking, “If I were Luo San, would you be happy?”