The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie-Chapter 260 - : Xu Fang: Look, I’ve finally grown up! (second update)

Chapter 260: 260: Xu Fang: Look, I’ve finally grown up! (second update)

Certainly, it won’t drown anyone, there’s a limit to everything, it just made Luo Yinghe swallow some cold water and come down with pneumonia.

Ever since then, Luo Yinghe had completely put Jiang Zhi out of her mind, not to mention pining after him, she was deathly afraid of him, and avoided him whenever she saw him.

Naturally, this matter also reached Old Lady Jiang’s ears. She summoned Jiang Zhi and lashed out angrily, “If anything had happened to her, how would you have explained it to the Luo family?”

Jiang Zhi, being young and insubordinate, retorted, “Well, nothing happened, did it?”

He didn’t have a shred of remorse in him.

Old Lady Jiang was extremely annoyed, seldom so sharp-tongued, “You still don’t think you’re in the wrong?”

He didn’t think he was wrong, he even felt justified, “You taught me to give as good as I get. My fall was her doing, now we’re even.”

The sixteen-year-old boy was recklessly arrogant.

Old Lady Jiang sat and watched him, “Just a few days ago you claimed you fell on your own, and now you say she caused it?”

The young man spun his lies effortlessly, “She ordered people to clean the pool, and I slipped because the water made the floor wet. If it’s not her fault, whose is it?”

Being obstinate was one thing, but he couldn’t drag Luo San into it.

This kind of unreasonable behavior further infuriated Old Lady Jiang, “You still have the nerve to argue?” Unable to reason with him, she decreed, “This afternoon, you’re coming with me to the Luo family to apologize.”

Jiang Zhi, “I’m not apologizing.”

“You—” Old Lady Jiang, choked with rage, scolded, “You hoodlum!” She was so angry she slammed the table, stood up, and stormed out.

Jiang Zhi, who had been lounging on the chair, sat up, “Don’t go, I still have something to ask you.” He called out urgently, short of breath, and coughed several times.

Old Lady Jiang’s heart softened, and she turned back around to indulge this little ancestor, “Now what do you want?”

He caught his breath, and due to the coughing, a faint flush appeared on his pale skin, “Do you know where Luo San was adopted from?”

“What does it matter to you?”

“It matters because I can’t understand why the Luo family, wanting a son to carry on the family line, didn’t adopt a normal one. Instead, they chose someone who can’t speak.”

He also couldn’t figure out why Luo San pretended to be mute.

“That’s the Luo family’s private business; how would outsiders know?” Old Lady Jiang spoke with him briefly, “Mr. Luo said that child was already three years old when they found out there was a problem, and they couldn’t bear to abandon him so they continued to raise him.”

Such excuses would only fool those who are unaware.

“The child is neither here nor there, often berated and beaten,” the young man said mockingly, “I think he must be the child of his enemy.”

Others, who usually can’t be bothered with their own affairs, are particularly concerned about the Luo family’s adopted son.

Old Lady Jiang disapproved, “Worry about your business, and especially that mute from the Luo family—keep your distance.”

He hmphed, and said nothing.

Keeping his distance was out of the question; Young Master Jiang sought out the Little Mute whenever he went to the Luo family. Because of this, a lot of idle gossip started to spread, claiming that Young Master Jiang had a taste for youthful love, especially for those who had not yet blossomed.

Each time Luo San heard such talk, she felt extremely disheartened, sneaking away to the restroom, undoing the white cloth binding her chest, holding a little broken mirror and looking at herself from all angles, growing more dejected with each glance.

Ah!

She really was an undeveloped sprout.

It wasn’t until summer that she began to grow a bit taller, and her chest developed somewhat, afraid of being noticed, she always slouched and hunched over. Because of this, Jiang Zhi picked on her a few times for cowering like a mouse.

“Luo San.”

She had just finished picking foxtails when Luo Yinghe stopped her, “What are you holding in your hand?”

It was Jiang Zhi’s favorite thing.

Jiang Zhi had said he would come to see her today, so she went to the back yard to pick a handful of the most lush foxtails, each one carefully selected.

Luo Yinghe glanced at the bunch of grass, “You always bring trash into the house, like a beggar.” After her scolding, she pointed to an orchid at the doorway, “Take that orchid to your great-aunt.”

Luo San stood still.

Luo Qinghe had said, she was not to show herself in front of the Xiao family.

Seeing her unresponsive, Luo Yinghe grew angry and scolded, “Are you deaf? Get moving!” Once finished scolding, she added, “Just place it at the door when you go down. If Luo Qinghe asks, tell him I told you to bring it.”

Luo San hesitated for a moment but eventually carried the pot of orchids upstairs.

“Idiot!”

Luo Yinghe was triumphant, laughing with glee.

As the Xiao Family quarreled with Luo Changde upstairs, this little idiot was heading up now, just wait until the Xiao Family bumps into her, then there’ll be a good show to watch.

Luo Changde and his wife had been separated for many years, with the Xiao Family residing on the third floor. Before Luo San even approached the gate, she could hear the sound of arguing, faint and indistinct.

It was the Xiao Family cursing.

“Luo Changde, you’re nothing but a beast!”

“You wouldn’t even spare your own cousin.”

She sounded mad, cursing and laughing at the same time: “Even the heavens can’t stand you, hahaha… Serves you right to have your manhood cut off by Zhou Qingmeng, serves you right to have no heirs.”

Luo Changde wasn’t any better, completely losing control of his emotions.

Inside the room, porcelain was being smashed with loud crashes.

“Shut your damn mouth!”

The Xiao Family didn’t restrain herself, instead escalating her insults: “After you’re done with the cousin, you’ve set your sights on your sister-in-law, you’re truly disgusting! I’m going to expose you, I’m going to let everyone know you’re lower than pigs and dogs!”

“I’m warning you one more time, shut your mouth!”

“You shameless beast—”

Before she could finish cursing, thud—a sound interrupted as Luo Changde pressed the Xiao Family against the sofa, his hands around her neck.

“Speak up, why aren’t you speaking now?”

“Go tell others, it was me who violated Zhou Qingmeng.”

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“Go on! Go ahead!”

He pried her mouth open with one hand while with the other, he grabbed a bottle of sleeping pills and began to force them into her mouth: “I told you to speak, I told you to!”

Sleeping pills scattered all over the floor, and after struggling a few times, the Xiao Family stopped moving.

The door was unlocked.

Behind it, Luo San, covering her mouth, turned to run, but the flowerpot in her hand collided with the wall, making a noise.

Luo Changde abruptly turned: “Who!”

In a panic, she dropped the foxtail grass from her hands, not bothering to pick it up, and ran down the stairs clutching the flowerpot.

Luo Changde watched the gap in the door for a long while before turning his gaze back inside. He let go of his grip and checked the Xiao Family’s carotid artery—

Thud!

The half-bottle of sleeping pills he held fell to the ground.

He sat on the sofa for a while, then pushed the door open and went outside. At the door, he saw a pile of foxtail grass, glanced back at the Xiao Family on the sofa who hadn’t closed her eyes yet, locked the room door, and went downstairs.

In the downstairs hall, only Luo Yinghe was there.

“Did you just go upstairs?”

Luo Yinghe looked up to see Luo Changde’s bloodshot pupils and involuntarily moved back: “It wasn’t me, it was Luo San.” She dared not meet Luo Changde’s eyes, “L-Luo San went up to deliver flowers, I told him not to, but he wouldn’t listen.”

Luo Changde said nothing and went back upstairs.

That evening, the head lady of the Luo Family, the Xiao Family, died from an overdose of sleeping pills. No investigation was launched; Luo Changde told outsiders it was suicide because the Xiao Family suffered from depression and schizophrenia, prone to self-harm and suicidal tendencies—no one suspected a thing.

That night there was thunder, and Luo San slept in a daze as someone pushed open the attic door. Thinking it was He Xiangxiu, she sat up and turned on the light.

It was Luo Qinghe, her eyes bloodshot as she walked to the side of the bed.

“My mom’s dead.”

She moved closer.

Luo San moved back.

Her gaze was lifeless, filled with flames fueled by hatred: “You can go to hell too.”

She picked up a stool and smashed it towards Luo San’s head.