The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie-Chapter 212 - Luo Sans survival is exposed who wants to mess

Chapter 212: 212: Luo San’s survival is exposed, who wants to mess with Fang Bao? (Second update)

Chapter 212: 212: Luo San’s survival is exposed, who wants to mess with Fang Bao? (Second update)

Zhou Xufang turned her head, her pupils crimson, “Then let her die.”

Such people aren’t worth mourning.

Jiang Zhi’s hat was hers, and it was also embroidered with the letter Z. The brim was pulled down low, and the mask and glasses concealed her face. Zhou Xufang could only faintly see a glimmer of his eyes behind the glasses, like a flame rising up in a dark desert.

He was still holding her hand, not letting go, “Are you sure you want to kill her?”

Zhou Xufang was at a loss for words for a moment.

To kill someone…

Her hands had been stained with blood, but never with a life.

She didn’t answer, and Jiang Zhi answered for her, “Okay.” He pulled her behind him, “I’ll be the one to do it.” He didn’t hesitate to pull out a dagger, his gaze fixed on the position of Luo Qinghe’s heart.

If someone had to be killed, it would have to be him.

Zhou Xufang couldn’t do it.

Luo Qinghe struggled to sit up from the ground, fear finally appearing in her eyes, she dragged her legs on the ground, constantly retreating.

Jiang Zhi kept advancing. He raised his hand, and the white light reflected by the dagger flashed… Zhou Xufang grabbed him, “Don’t kill her, don’t kill her.”

You can’t kill people.

No matter how angry, there has to be a line.

Only then did Jiang Zhi hold back.

At this time, Tang Xiang shouted, “The police are coming soon, you guys go first.”

Before she came, Jiang Zhi had given her the original document, which was in her bag. Luo Qinghe with her paranoia, who knew what crazy schemes she was cooking up.

Jiang Zhi picked up Zhou Xufang’s glasses that had fallen to the ground and led her away.

Ms. He, who had regained some consciousness, suddenly rushed over, grabbed her, “Luo San.” She was frantic, “Luo San, where are you going?”

Tang Xiang pulled Ms. He back and said to the two professional errand runners, “Hurry up and go.”

Jiang Zhi immediately led people away.

Behind them, Luo Qinghe was lying on the ground, her face pale, blood oozing from the corners of her mouth, yet she was still laughing.

Tang Xiang, annoyed, said, “What the hell are you laughing at?”

She got up, saying, “Tang Xiang, thanks.”

Crazy!

“My target isn’t you, nor that original document.” She raised her hand, wiping the blood from her mouth, “I won, haha…”

She must have gone mad.

At that moment, the sound of police sirens rang out.

Luo Qinghe didn’t end up at the police station; because of her serious injuries, she was taken to the hospital.

How serious were the injuries?

Her spleen had ruptured and required surgery.

By the time she finished the surgery and regained consciousness, it was already the next day. She and Tang Xiang had their respective stories; one side claimed Luo Qinghe had attempted kidnapping, the other side claimed Tang Xiang had intentionally caused injury, neither with evidence, and the police could only detain both temporarily.

Neither of them filed formal charges; after forty-eight hours, they each paid a fine and settled the matter privately.

Changling Hospital.

Luo Qinghe had been recuperating for two days and was already able to walk around. The director of Changling Hospital, Xiao Yi, was her maternal uncle, but he wasn’t at the hospital during the two days of her stay.

She made a phone call to him, “Uncle, it’s me.”

“What’s the matter?”

“Did you personally deal with Luo San’s body eight years ago?” Because a nosy firefighter pulled the body out before it was burnt to ashes.

“Yes, your father even came to the hospital specifically, asking me to deal with it as soon as possible,” Xiao Yi asked, “Why?”

She had clearly heard He Xiangxiu calling that Monster “Luo San.”

She said, “Nothing much, just encountered something strange.”

If there are monsters in this world, then nothing strange seems strange anymore.

After hanging up, she threw her phone on the hospital bed, reached under her pillow, and felt the ruby hairpin.

Click.

The gem was removed, revealing a hidden miniature camera inside.

“Heh.”

She chuckled softly.

There was a knock on the door, “Knock, knock, knock.”

She placed the hairpin back under the pillow, “Come in.”

It was Mr. Xu Wu from the Xu Family, Xu Pozhi, who came in holding flowers.

“What are you doing here?”

Xu Pozhi set down the flowers, “Came to see you.” He turned his head to look at her; one artificial eye couldn’t move, only one eyeball turned toward her.

“Are we close?” Her tone was disdainful and perfunctory.

Xu Pozhi smiled and sat down, “Visit a few more times and we’ll be close.”

No good deed comes without an ulterior motive.

She couldn’t help but be on guard, “How did you get the news? Knowing I’m in the hospital.”

Xu Pozhi didn’t answer directly, “As I said before, I’ve always been paying attention to you.”

Last time at the bar, the lighting was dim, and she hadn’t seen his face clear. Now that they were close, Luo Qinghe noticed his face appeared as if it had been cut by a knife. The area around his damaged eye looked unnatural and very discordant.

No wonder looking at that face is so horrifying.

Luo Qinghe continued his line of thought, “The word ‘paying attention,’ if taken lightly, means inquiring; if taken seriously, means surveillance.” She leaned forward, staring at his frightening prosthetic eye with too much white showing, and asked, “Which one is it, Mr. Xu Wu?”

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Mr. Xu Pozhi straightened his wine-red tie, “Just the right amount of pressure.”

Luo Qinghe smiled, “Then what else did you notice?”

“The Luo Family hasn’t announced the death yet,” he said, “My condolences.”

The news of Luo Changde’s death was still being kept secret by the Luo Family, and the number of informed could be counted on two hands.

The needle on the back of her hand was slightly crooked, she adjusted it and asked calmly, “Anything else? Did you check on the Zhangjiang Bridge incident? And did you investigate Peng Xianzhi’s matter?”

He didn’t answer directly, his words carrying hidden meanings, “We’ll meet a few more times, and I’ll tell you slowly.”

This person is of unknown background and very dangerous.

“It seems like you are intentionally getting close to me,” Luo Qinghe moved closer to him, “What is your purpose?”

He gazed intently at her, his expression unchanged as he said, “I like you.” His incongruous face twisted into a smile, and he said, “I want to marry you.”

Marry her?

Luo Qinghe let out a laugh, “That’s really funny.”

Marry her, is this one-eyed dragon even worthy?

Mr. Xu Pozhi remained unfazed, his rough features looking intimidating even when not angry, “You’ll find out, it’s not funny at all.”

“There’s no future, I don’t like you one bit.” Luo Qinghe pressed the call button by the bed, “I like beautiful eyes.”

The best kind, peach blossom eyes.

The young Miss of the Luo Family had been notably proud and unapproachable since her youth, deeming ordinary men unworthy. Back then, he was not called Xu Pozhi, but Ah Bin, a lowly gardener.

The Miss had instructed him to take good care of her mother’s favorite orchids, which he tended with great care, even personally delivering them.

“Miss,” he didn’t dare to enter, standing at the doorway, his washed-out yellow clothes bringing him extreme embarrassment.

The Miss’s room, furnished lavishly and beautifully, she sat at her desk holding an all-English book, not looking up, “What is it?”

Ah Bin handed over the flower, “The orchid.”

She closed the book, “Stuttering, is there something wrong with your tongue?”

Ah Bin was about to say no.

She was impatient, disgust evident, “Get out.”

He placed the flowerpot by the door, not daring to look up, eyes fixed on the floor as he left. A servant came by just then, announcing, “Miss, Young Master Jiang from the Jiang Family is here.”

The young girl in the room immediately stood up, went to the wardrobe, picked out a sky-blue dress, held it up to the mirror to see how it looked, and ordered the servants, “Clean my room again, something dirty came in.”

Ah Bin sped up his step, practically running out.

That afternoon, while he was working in the greenhouse, he saw that sky-blue dress again.

“Jiang Zhi.”

“Jiang Zhi.”

That beautiful young man didn’t even acknowledge her.

She ran after him, the hem of her sky-blue dress swaying, “Wait for me, I have something to say to you.”

Ah Bin in the greenhouse watched her slender legs beneath the skirt.

That evening, there was an annual film festival, and a movie Jiang Zhi directed earlier that year was nominated for Best Picture; as the core of the creative team, he was invited to attend.

Zhou Xufang didn’t want to go.

Jiang Zhi, dragging his feet before leaving, wasn’t keen either, “I’ll just make an appearance and come back.”

“Okay.” Zhou Xufang saw him to the entryway.

Jiang Zhi instructed her again, “Don’t roam around the house while I’m gone.”

“Okay.”

These days, they had been almost inseparable, accustomed to taking her everywhere. Now, having to part for a while, Jiang Zhi felt uneasy.

It felt… like the first time taking his daughter to kindergarten.

A father lingers, unable to leave the kindergarten entrance.

Jiang Zhi took a step out, then hesitated and turned back, “You should come with me to the film festival, I’m worried about leaving you alone.”

Zhou Xufang looked sincere, “Worried about what?”

“Afraid you’ll snack too much.”

Jiang Zhi knew her so well.

Zhou Xufang, now adept at fibbing without blinking, “No, I promise.”

Jiang Zhi didn’t trust her promise, “You really won’t come with me?”

She shook her head, “I don’t want to be on camera.”

He didn’t push her, “Alright, wait for me at home.”

She agreed.

Jiang Zhi took his time kissing her goodbye before he finally left.

The film festival was starting at 8 PM and was being livestreamed online.

Zhou Xufang ordered takeout, moved a tub of egg-free ice cream from the fridge, along with several bags of chips, some cotton candy, and a box of duck necks.

She munched on the snacks, waiting at the computer for the live broadcast of the film festival.

The festival had only just started and she hadn’t even seen Jiang Zhi yet when the desktop computer next to her laptop suddenly turned on and an alarm rang out.

“Ah Fang.”

Shuangjiang displayed a yellow font, a warning: “Something’s wrong downstairs.”

There were surveillance cameras installed downstairs, keeping Shuangjiang informed of every move.

Zhou Xufang asked, “What happened?”

Shuangjiang switched to the surveillance feed from downstairs: “There are people beneath your apartment.”

There were six individuals surrounding the entrance to building seventeen.