The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie-Chapter 236 - Handsome Calculation the Unknown Secret

Chapter 236: 236: Handsome Calculation, the Unknown Secret (Second Update)

Chapter 236: 236: Handsome Calculation, the Unknown Secret (Second Update)

In the visiting room.

Jiang Chundong looked around to make sure there were no listening or surveillance devices before sitting down, “Miss Luo.”

“Hello, Lawyer Jiang.”

Jiang Chundong took out a pen case from his briefcase, and arranged the documents, “Shall we begin?”

Luo Qinghe nodded, “Yes.”

Jiang Chundong was a lawyer who specialized in murder trials. Five years ago, he defended a rapist and murderer in a case that seemed unwinnable, yet he won. The criminal was sentenced to only fifteen years in prison.

Since then, his fame skyrocketed, and he only took on murder cases.

“There’s something I need to ask Miss Luo first,” he adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose, his face devoid of any unnecessary expression, “Did you hire Li Bidu?”

Li Bidu was the driver involved in the accident.

Luo Qinghe did not answer him, but instead examined the accomplished lawyer in front of her.

He calmly explained, “You are my client, and I have only one stance, which is to win your case. If you tell me the truth, it will be more advantageous for my defense strategy.”

She answered his earlier question, “No.” She trusted no one.

Jiang Chundong simply replied, “Okay, I understand.”

The news that Luo Changde had come back from the dead and Luo Qinghe had been arrested spread like wildfire in just half a day, naturally reaching the ears of Luo Huaiyu as well.

By evening, Tang Xiang was summoned to the Luo Family’s home.

A servant led her to the study’s entrance, “Chairman, Miss Tang is here.”

“Cough cough cough cough cough…”

After a bout of coughing, Luo Huaiyu said, “Come in.”

Tang Xiang pushed open the door, “Grandpa Luo.”

“You’re here.” Luo Huaiyu covered his mouth with a handkerchief as he coughed.

Tang Xiang approached and placed her resignation letter on the table, “I’ve completed the handover of my responsibilities at the company.”

Luo Huaiyu had met with Luo Changde that afternoon and then asked for her to come.

He had phlegm stuck in his throat, couldn’t cough it out, and gasped for air as he called out to her, “Xiangxiang.”

Tang Xiang replied respectfully, “Yes, Grandfather.”

She had called him Grandfather for over twenty years now, and regardless of her motives, Luo Huaiyu had always been good to her.

He glanced at the resignation letter without picking it up, then looked up at Tang Xiang, his gaze old and cloudy, “Over the years, has the Luo Family ever mistreated you?”

Tang Xiang shook her head, her expression neither servile nor overbearing, “No, the Luo Family has been gracious to me.”

Her father had died and her mother had fallen seriously ill when she was not yet graduated, unable to tend to both her mother and her studies – it was Luo Huaiyu who had offered help.

“And yet you colluded with Jiang Zhi to bring disgrace upon our family,” the old man’s voice was loud, shaking with fury.

Luo Huaiyu had a temper with Luo Qinghe and Luo Yinghe, but this was the first time he was fiercely angry with Tang Xiang.

Tang Xiang didn’t attempt to defend herself, but instead placed all the things she had brought onto the desk, “This one is the account of all expenses of my mother and me during the years following my father’s death.” There was also a black card, which she laid down on the table, “This is the card you gave me during my studies abroad. The money in it, I’ve returned to you tenfold.”

She stood straight before the desk, speaking each word clearly, emphatically, “In the five years I’ve worked for the Luo Corporation, I’ve never committed any act to harm its interests. The grace you’ve shown me, I’ve repaid with my performance.”

She, like her father, was not a kind person, but she was stubborn, principled, with a line she wouldn’t cross – there were things she’d never do, and things she had to do.

“My car, my house, and my savings – if you feel I do not deserve them, I’m willing to return them all to you. The Luo Family has not mistreated me, and I will not owe you, but,” she looked up, her gaze steady, “Grandpa Luo, the Luo Family owes my father a life, and I must seek justice for that.”

She spoke slowly, each word resonant and powerful, “I have returned the benefits I received, but the life owed by the Luo Family must also be repaid.”

“That was an accident.”

She corrected, “No, it was murder.”

Pain and disappointment filled Luo Huaiyu’s eyes, “Even if Qinghe started the fire, it was not her intention to kill your father.”

“That sounds preposterous,” her voice trembled slightly with indignation, “If it wasn’t intentional, does that mean killing someone is without consequence? What kind of logic is that?”

Luo Huaiyu was left speechlessly silent for a long time, his tone grave, “You and Qinghe grew up together – do you really want to send her to prison?”

“It’s not that I want to send her to prison,” Tang Xiang clarified the facts, “It’s that she committed a crime.” She could guess what Luo Changde must have said to him, probably something about traitors and internal betrayal.

But he wasn’t wrong, after all.

Luo Huaiyu collected the resignation letter, placing it in a drawer, and stood up with the support of his cane, “From now on, you have no relation to the Luo Family.”

Tang Xiang nodded, her hands clasped in front of her, “I have one last request of you.”

Luo Huaiyu paused, “Speak.”

She maintained her composure throughout, “If you seek revenge, let it be against me, please spare my mother.”

The hand gripping the cane quivered and he coughed violently, his face turning red, “Is that how you see me, an old man?”

Tang Xiang replied resolutely, “Yes.”

If it hadn’t been for that, her father would not have died so mysteriously, and if it hadn’t been for that, the Luo Family wouldn’t have been intolerant even of a “mute” child.

Luo Huaiyu’s eyes reddened as he sighed and waved his hand. “You may go.”

Tang Xiang left without hesitation.

An hour later, Chen Li arrived.

He knocked on the door. “Chairman.”

“Come in.”

Luo Huaiyu was taking his medication, swallowing three white tablets at once with a sip of water.

Chen Li stepped forward. “You wanted to see me?”

Luo Huaiyu put down the cup and took out a check that was clipped between the pages of a book and placed it on the desk.

Chen Li glanced at the amount on the check. “What do you want me to do for you?”

Luo Huaiyu cleared his throat and spat on a piece of paper. “You won’t need to come by anymore.”

Chen Li was surprised. “What do you mean?”

“You don’t need to go to the company anymore either, take this money and settle down well,” said Luo Huaiyu slowly, adding another sentence, “It’s best to pick a place farther away.”

“I understand.” Chen Li did not ask any questions, took the check, bowed, and left the study.

Luo Huaiyu, leaning on his cane, walked to the window and drew the curtains. It was raining outside.

The first time he heard that child speak was eight years ago. Her speech was unclear and stammering, her voice hoarse. It was only when calling out to the Jiang boy that her voice was clear.

He went to the attic with his cane. The child was very afraid of him, shrinking on the wooden bed, not daring to move.

He approached, “Aren’t you able to speak? Why don’t you call someone?”

She was very scared and stuttered, “Grandpa, Grandpa.”

Her voice was rough and thick. It must have been from years of not speaking, and her gender was indiscernible.

He walked to the bed. “Take off your clothes.”

She shrank back, clutching her collar. “No, no.”

As soon as he reached out, she hid in the corner of the bed.

“Don’t hide.”

“Be obedient, Luo San.”

His hand reached out, covered with liver spots.

Bang!

A loud sound, and the door was pushed open.

“Chairman!”

It was the butler who lived on the first floor who had rushed up, stepping forward to shield the trembling child.

He withdrew his hand. “Guangji, you’ve arrived.” His tone was calm. “You come and tell me, is this child a boy or a girl?”

Tang Guangji, with sweat dripping from his forehead and a panicked expression, didn’t speak for a while.

The cane hit the floor with a thud, and he shouted, “Is it a boy or a girl!”

Tang Guangji knew he could no longer hide it. The old man was so shrewd and suspicious, knowing the child could speak would surely make him guess. He replied, “A girl, a girl.”

“Having fooled me for fourteen years,” he caressed the dragon head on his cane, “you and your wife are quite capable.”

Tang Guangji was sweating profusely. “I acted on my own. If you have to blame someone, blame me. This child, Luo San,” he knelt down, “I beg for your magnanimity.”

The child who was in the corner of the bed crawled down and knelt alongside Tang Guangji.

“Why did you dress her as a boy?”

“Was it because you feared I’d kill her?”

Tang Guangji instinctively reached out to hide the child behind him.

A clap of thunder boomed, abruptly ending the memory.

After Chen Li left the study, he went directly into the rain and left the Luo Family estate. Only when he was far away did he find a spot to take shelter and made a phone call.

“Luo Huaiyu told me not to come by tomorrow.”

The person on the other end of the phone was his ‘contact’—someone by the name of Black Impermanence.

She asked, “When were you exposed?”

“I don’t know either.” He was telling the truth, but there was another matter, “Luo Huaiyu hired a group of professional errand runners, to help him find someone.”

Zhou Xufang, “Who are they looking for?”

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Chen Li recalled the conversation. “Seems to be the Luo Family’s former gardener, called Ah something.”