The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie-Chapter 224 - Jiang Zhis fertility status Bao Yi was drugged

Chapter 224: 224: Jiang Zhi’s fertility status, Bao Yi was drugged (second update

Chapter 224: 224: Jiang Zhi’s fertility status, Bao Yi was drugged (second update

“Looks like you won’t stop until you’re dead, huh?”

This woman was too reckless; he needed to make a quick decision.

Luo Qinghe, probably not yet recovered from his injuries, spoke breathlessly, “I took a stabbing for nothing and can’t even call the police; I must get some interest.” He said, “Tonight at nine, Fusheng Inn, don’t be absent.”

Jiang Zhi returned to the hospital room with the stack of photos.

“What is this?”

He showed the photos to Zhou Xufang, “Luo Qinghe had someone send them over.”

Zhou Xufang recognized them instantly, “These are from Luo Changde’s dash cam.”

No wonder Luo Qinghe called her a monster; even the dash cam captured it.

If this thing got out, there would be three troublesome issues: she was professional errand runner Z, her strength was extraordinary, and she was the last suspect at the scene of Luo Changde’s plunge into the river.

“Jiang Zhi, I’ve caused trouble.”

Jiang Zhi corrected her, “The troublemakers are that tearless father and daughter pair.” Seeing her still frowning, he reassured, “Don’t panic, I’ll send them all to prison.”

Zhou Xufang was still very worried, “Luo Qinghe will definitely use this to threaten you.”

“She has her trump card, and so do I.” Snow began to fall outside, and Jiang Zhi went to close the window, for he was the type of person who, when plotting against someone, would never pave just one road to death.

Zhou Xufang sat cross-legged on the hospital bed, not even wearing socks, her bare feet exposed, “What’s your trump card?”

Jiang Zhi sat back on the bed, pulling the blanket over her, “The big fire that year, there was a survivor who injured one eye.”

Fang Lixiang’s father also mentioned that a gardener survived. Just as Zhou Xufang was about to ask for details, someone knocked on the door.

Jiang Zhi helped her lie down, “Come in.”

It was Vice President Sun, “Mr. Jiang.”

“Vice President Sun,” Jiang Zhi sat by the headboard, concealing the young girl behind him, “I need to ask a favor of you.”

Vice President Sun had been promoted by Jiang Zhi himself. Officially, he obeyed Old Lady Jiang, but secretly, he was Jiang Zhi’s informant.

“Just give your orders.”

“Wake Luo Changde up, no matter what it takes.”

Due to Luo Qinghe’s interference, Zhou Xufang’s discharge from the hospital was temporarily delayed. Jiang Zhi said, with his people in the hospital, staying would be safer.

At nine o’clock in the evening, Fusheng Inn was in its bustling hours.

Half an hour later, Xue Baoyi had an appointment, coincidentally at Fusheng Inn. Since it was on his way, he arrived early to see what else the troublemaker wanted to say.

“Chen Xiaozhuang,” Xue Baoyi sat in the back seat, glanced at the secretary’s outfit for the day, and casually commented, “You’re dressed a bit provocatively today.”

Chen Xiaozhuang gave a shy smile, his round, pale face was very tender, “I have a blind date today.” He adjusted his tie, “What do you think, Mr.?”

That wine-red suit…

Definitely taken from ‘Pinru’s Closet.’

Xue Baoyi replied, “Not bad.”

If it wasn’t for the following remark, Chen Xiaozhuang might have believed his bluff, which was, “Quite festive.”

“…”

Chen Xiaozhuang, round and plump, resembled a ball because of his smooth, pale skin, making him appear like a festive, elastic rubber ball.

But as a man, how could he appreciate being told he looked festively plump, even though he indeed was festively plump.

Festively plump Chen Xiaozhuang said, “I need to leave work early today.” He needed to arrive early for the blind date to make a good impression on the woman.

“I’m not stopping you.” Xue Baoyi got out of the car, tall and slouching, “Take the car too; if it works out, this car is yours.”

Festively plump Chen Xiaozhuang only appeared young but was actually already thirty, still a bachelor from birth. His mother was extremely anxious, fearing he’d remain single forever, thus arranged blind dates for him every few days.

But blind dates aren’t so easy; he had already been on sixteen this month.

Chen Xiaozhuang’s festively plump head popped out from the car window, “Then how will you get back?”

Xue Baoyi waved a hand dismissively, “Waiting to pick me up, people could line up from the south to the north of the city.”

Look at you, showing off!

Fusheng Inn, Bamboo Garden, Heavenly Room No. 3.

Jiang Zhi pushed the door open.

“Here you are.” Luo Qinghe was sitting on the couch drinking, obviously still hurt, her makeup heavy, but it couldn’t hide her pale complexion.

She put down her glass and took a clean one, poured some red wine, and pushed it across.

Jiang Zhi glanced at it, standing still.

“Afraid I put something in the drink?” She picked up the glass and took a sip herself.

Jiang Zhi pulled up a chair and sat down, “No.” His eyelids lightly lifted, his gaze cold, “It’s just that your presence is so disgusting, I can’t stomach anything.”

He belonged to a prominent family, naturally impeccable in manners. Although not warm or close to others, he never spoke rudely, but he was never polite to her, never had a good word for her.

Luo Qinghe couldn’t understand, “Why have you never looked at me favorably since we were young, what have I done to offend you?”

Jiang Zhi had no patience to deal with her, “Spare me the nonsense, just state your purpose.”

Luo Qinghe, having sustained injuries recently, had lost quite a bit of weight, when she smiled, her cheekbones protruded. She asked Jiang Zhi, “How have you been feeling recently?”

Jiang Zhi didn’t answer.

She asked again, “Have you been having regular check-ups?”

He got up and walked away.

Luo Qinghe spoke calmly, “Dashcam,”

He indeed stopped.

She sat on the sofa, chin lifted sharply, “If I give this to the police, Zhou Xufang and I will end up meeting in jail, won’t we?”

Fusheng Inn, Mei Garden, Room Number Four.

Xue Baoyi had been sitting for quite a while before the other party showed up.

He glanced at his watch, “You’ve made me wait for fifteen minutes.”

The private room was ancient in style, burning incense, with threads of thin smoke floating up from a small bronze incense burner, carrying a faint medicinal fragrance.

Outside was freezing cold, but Bai Li was wearing just a bright red dress under her coat, which she took off upon entering, revealing her equipped waist and gracefully curvy figure. “I’m sorry, Mr. Zhou, I got held up by something.”

She had invited Xue Baoyi out, saying she could help Fang Lixiang clear up the rumors.

Xue Baoyi only came by on the way, being rather impatient and having worn out his patience after sitting for a while, “I have a round at 9:30, you’ve only got ten minutes.”

Bai Li sat down, first pouring some wine, her voice sweet and soft, “Mr. Zhou, let me toast you first.”

Xue Baoyi pushed the cup away, “No alcohol.”

His uncle had gotten into trouble because of his drinking, falling into women’s traps several times, each time bringing out an illegitimate child; Xue Baoyi had seen enough of these absurdities and naturally was cautious, never drinking recklessly outside.

Growing impatient, he urged, “Don’t dawdle.”

Bai Li’s eyes suddenly reddened, her look pitiful as if the pear blossoms were bathed in rain, “I was wrong, Mr. Zhou, please give me another chance.”

Actors are just like actors, shedding tears as if turning on a tap.

Xue Baoyi had seen it all too often and remained unimpressed, asking coldly, “What did you do wrong?”

Bai Li cried pitifully, “I secretly filmed Lixiang.”

Xue Baoyi, legs crossed leisurely, watched the girl’s act, “What else?”

“I gave the photos to the paparazzi, and,” she bit her lip, sniffled, half regretful and half fearful, “also contacted a marketing account.”

The scent of the incense was too strong, making Xue Baoyi cough slightly in discomfort, “Didn’t your agent tell you what I hate the most when you joined the company?”

She had been told.

Baoguang’s boss did not oppose the overt and covert conflicts within the industry circle, but the fire should only be directed outward, not inward.

Her tears started rolling again, “I know I was wrong, I can help clear Lixiang’s name, Mr. Zhou, please give me another chance, I will never do such things again.”

In the future?

Was he such a magnanimous person? Fang Lixiang was someone he intended to promote.

Xue Baoyi stood up, “The lawyer will contact you about the contract termination.”

Bai Li immediately grabbed his arm, “Mr. Zhou!”

Fifth Renmin Hospital.

Zhou Xufang was staring at the AD calcium milk in her hand, lost in thought.

Fang Lixiang called her, “Xufang.”

She remained lost in thought.

Didn’t you want to drink the AD calcium milk? Why aren’t you drinking it?

“Xufang,” Fang Lixiang waved her hand in front of her, “What are you thinking about?”

Zhou Xufang came back to her senses, “Lixiang, I need to go out.”

Fang Lixiang had entered while Jiang Zhi had not yet left, and before leaving, had specifically asked her to look after Zhou Xufang, “Jiang Zhi asked you to stay in the hospital and wait for him.”

Zhou Xufang couldn’t sit still, “I need to find him.” She was very worried, her desire for the AD calcium milk completely forgotten, placed aside, “Luo Qinghe is very cunning, I’m afraid he will harm Jiang Zhi.”

Fang Lixiang thought Zhou Xufang was overthinking, “Xufang, you have to believe me, your Jiang Zhi is even more cunning than her.”

Zhou Xufang didn’t take it in, having already removed her IV.

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Fang Lixiang had no other choice, “Then I’ll accompany you.”

Fifth Renmin Hospital and Fusheng Inn are both located in the bustling area of Imperial City, not far from each other, without traffic, speeding slightly could get there in ten minutes.

Fusheng Inn, Bamboo Garden, Room Number Three.

Luo Qinghe sat composedly, “I can choose not to give the item to the police.”

Of course, she wouldn’t give it to Jiang Zhi either.

Such a valuable item should not be wasted in one go.

Jiang Zhi cut to the chase, “What do you want?”

Luo Qinghe looked at his icy demeanor with a smile, “Don’t look like that, what I want from you is just a simple effort.” After all, she wouldn’t hand over the dashcam to him that quickly.

“Tell me.”

She got up and walked over, “I want one of your sperms.”

Jiang Zhi smiled, his peach blossom eyes glazing over with a thin layer of ice, his face not hiding his disgust at all, “You’re shameless.”

He rarely cursed people like this.

Luo Qinghe didn’t mind, having emotions was better than none, “I don’t want to sleep with you, it’s more like,” she paused, “like donating sperm.”

Jiang Zhi replied, “I’m sterile.”