The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie
Chapter 296: 296: Jiang Zhi meeting Su Qinghou turned out to be an explosive CP feeling (second update

Chapter 296: 296: Jiang Zhi meeting Su Qinghou turned out to be an explosive CP feeling (second update

His face had turned purple in spots, and his body was even more unbearable to look at, covered in old wounds. It was clear that this wasn’t the first time he had been beaten.

There were four of them, varying in height, build, and weight, each with tattoos on their backs. The leader was a fat man, probably around six feet three inches tall, standing a good head taller than Luo Changde.

He pressed Luo Changde against the wall, his hands wrapped in a towel, and swung a punch into Luo Changde’s stomach, “You gonna appeal again?”

Luo Changde was too weak to even cry out, curled up holding his stomach.

The fat man tore the towel off his fist, wrapped it around Luo Changde’s neck, lifted him by the collar, and slapped his face, “I asked you, you gonna appeal again?”

Dazed and breathless, Luo Changde rolled his eyes, “No more, I will not appeal.”

Only then did the fat man loosen the towel, patting his head, “That’s being good.” He patted his face again, “What about medical parole?”

Trembling, he replied, “No, not pursuing that either.”

In prison, despite strict control, there were things that could not be contained; the place was filled with extremely vicious people who feared neither death nor consequences.

Like these few.

Before coming here, the fat man was a gang leader with some notoriety on the streets. He was charged with murder and sentenced to life, and he still had followers in this prison.

“Don’t try to fake mental illness either,” the fat man squatted, wearing only a pair of shorts, a scar several inches long on the left side of his face, “if you value your life.”

These people had a goal besides torturing him—they wanted to prevent him from appealing or having any chance of getting out.

Curled up, Luo Changde asked tremblingly, “Who’s making you do this?”

The fat man pressed his head down and slammed it against the wall, then chuckled, “Take a guess.”

The impact left Luo Changde seeing stars.

At the door, the fat man’s underling whistled, “Boss, someone’s here.”

“Behave nicely, I’ll be watching you.” The fat man tossed the towel onto Luo Changde’s face, “If the prison guards ask about your injuries, what will you say? I taught you last time.”

Falling down.

Otherwise, the next beating would be even more brutal.

That afternoon, Vice Director Liu of the prison personally conducted an inspection.

As he passed by building three, room 309, Vice Director Liu asked, “Is that Luo Changde?”

The duty officer replied, “Yes.”

“Wasn’t he reported to be delusional, acting crazy all the time?” Huddled in the corner, quiet and calm, he seemed fairly normal.

“His lawyer wants to apply for medical parole, probably a trick, feigning madness most likely.”

Modern medicine is so advanced that it’s able to simulate the symptoms of many rare diseases, and many well-off criminals resort to such despicable methods.

“If not feigning madness,” Vice Director Liu couldn’t figure out the ruse behind this, “why has he suddenly started behaving again?”

The prison guard pondered a bit, guessing, “When the devil is one foot high, the road is ten feet tall.”

Click.

At the sound of the door opening, the person sitting on the sofa shrank a bit.

He closed the door and hugged her from behind, “What did you do at home today?”

Luo Qinghe’s body stiffened, “Nothing much.”

Xu Pozhi glanced at the dining table, “Why isn’t dinner touched?” He leaned down, his chin resting on her shoulder, “Those two maids not to your liking?”

The two maids, both women of African descent, expressionless, stood at the kitchen door.

Besides cooking for Luo Qinghe, they were also tasked with watching her.

“No appetite.” She got up and sat on the opposite sofa, “Where is Luo Changde?”

He turned on the light, a bright flash reflecting in his pupils, the artificial eye emitting a chilly glow, “Everything’s arranged.”

He sat beside her, took her hand, and kneaded it, “He hired some formidable doctors to try and medicate himself into a rare disease.” He kissed the back of her hand and as he looked up, only one eyeball moved, his lips twitching with a smile, “Don’t worry, I won’t let him out.”

Just the sight of his face was enough to send shivers down one’s spine.

Luo Qinghe turned pale, “I need to go to the hospital.”

He paused playing with her fingers, “When?”

“Tomorrow.”

“I’ll accompany you.”

She withdrew her hand, “I’ll go alone.”

His smile faded, hands cradling her neck, fingertips caressing her carotid artery, he repeated, “I’ll come with you.”

Luo Qinghe did not argue further.

This man was the first to instill fear in her, from the night he locked her limbs to the bed with chains. Her body and her consciousness subconsciously feared him.

The room’s walls were covered with her photos, every inch.

Her palms were sweating.

He pulled open her collar, “Did you apply the ointment?”

Her neck and collarbone bore marks.

She immediately grew alert, fixing her clothes, her hand instinctively resting on her stomach.

Xu Pozhi ordered, “Get the ointment.”

The two African women, understanding Chinese, remained silent, one fetching the medicine box and then returning to their spots.

Luo Qinghe backed away, “I’ve already applied it.”

He grasped her, “Then why hasn’t it healed?”

The next day, at Changling Hospital.

Xu Pozhi accompanied Luo Qinghe, encountering Luo Changfang just as she exited Luo Huaiyu’s hospital room.

“Qinghe,” Luo Changfang, an ever-smiling sly fox, greeted everyone with a smile, “What brings you here? Feeling better?”

Luo Qinghe, wearing a high-necked garment, looked unwell, “I came to check on grandfather.”

“He just fell asleep.”

Luo Qinghe glanced at the document in her hand, a share transfer agreement.

“Auntie, a piece of advice for you.”

Luo Changfang listened attentively.

Luo Qinghe exchanged a cold look with her and advised, “Just keep an eye on the Jiang Family, stop worrying about the Luo Family.” After she finished speaking, she looked at Xu Pozhi, “I’m going to meet my uncle, I’ll be back soon.”

Who’s giving whom advice here? She can hardly protect herself. Luo Changfang scoffed and left.

Luo Qinghe headed to the director’s office.

The nurse outside stopped her, “The director is resting.”

She didn’t care, went straight to the door, and said, “It’s me.”

The person inside said, “Come in.”

She pushed the door open.

Xiao Yi put down the research report he was reading and looked up, “Why have you lost so much weight?”

Luo Qinghe skipped any pleasantries, “There’s something I haven’t figured out and I want to ask Uncle.”

“What is it?”

She walked up to the desk, leaned forward slightly, revealing part of her neck, and stared at Xiao Yi, “What’s so special about Luo San that you would switch him out?”

After a brief moment of surprise, Xiao Yi asked, “What else do you know?”

He Xiangxiu called Zhou Xufang Luo San.

The professional errand runner Z is a monster with special abilities.

Luo Qinghe didn’t answer but shot back, “It should be me asking you, Uncle, what else have you hidden from me?” Back then, it was Luo San’s ‘corpse’ that was handed over to him.

Xiao Yi smiled, his gaze shifting from her face to her wrist, “Qinghe, the bracelet you are wearing is specifically for criminals under house arrest.” He looked up, the rimless glasses reflecting a blue light, “Its purpose is to remind you to follow the rules.”

Changling Hospital, Building Three, seventh floor.

The nurse from the room furthest down the hallway spoke, “Sir.” She warned the man who had stepped into the ‘restricted area,’ “Outsiders are not allowed on this floor.”

The man turned around.

He was wearing a mask, his face wasn’t clear; his hair dyed an uncommon cold blue. He was very tall, dressed in black, with peach blossom eyes that were particularly delicate, “Why can’t I enter?”

The attending nurse replied, “It’s a rule set by our director, I’m not sure what the specific reason is.”

He didn’t say anything and left.

Ah Wan took a step up and had just reached the seventh floor staircase when he saw his boss coming down.

“Lin Wanwan, go distract her.”

Jiang Zhi pointed at the female nurse on the seventh floor.

Ah Wan was a bit confused, “How do I distract her?” He scratched his head. Was he supposed to seduce her?

The frosty beauty in front of him said, “Use your brain.”

Considering his boss’ looks weren’t enough, and knowing he wasn’t as charming as his boss, Ah Wan headed upstairs, walked to the door, and suddenly collapsed to the ground.

“Help…”

The nurse inside was startled, “Sir!” She ran out, “Sir, what’s wrong with you?”

Being an assistant director, his acting skills were from a deep drawer; he clutched his chest, gasped for air, rolled his eyes back, and foamed at the mouth, “I’m dying…”

Finally, his head lolled to the side, and he fainted.

“Sir!”

“Sir!”

The nurse was sweating profusely and immediately ran downstairs to call a doctor.

A distinguished guest arrived at Changling Hospital; Director Xiao Yi personally received him and arranged for him to stay at the top floor of the inpatient department.

Jiang Zhi walked to the only closed room door, lifted his hand, and grasped the doorknob.

“Click—”

The person inside opened the door.

A pair of deep eyes with a hint of azure, and sharply defined facial features, “Who are you?”

Jiang Zhi withdrew his hand from his coat, straightened his tie, “And who are you?”

Su Qinghou touched his lips, “This place is mine.”

You come to my turf and ask who I am?

“Oh.” Jiang Zhi, wearing a mask, his eyes betraying neither joy nor anger nor emotion, “Sorry, I got lost.”

The other person asked, “Directionally challenged?”

He answered, “Hmm.”

He looked at him, “I’ll lead you downstairs.”

He also looked at him, “Okay.”

Two pairs of eyes, each with its beauty, clashed, sparking fire.

Then, Su Qinghou led the way ahead, turning left and right, and led Jiang Zhi to a wall.

Heh, what a way to lead.

“There used to be an elevator here.” Su Qinghou kept a straight face, a smile playing at his lips, like a fairy capable of murder without blinking, “It was removed later.”

Think I’m stupid?

Jiang Zhi pointed out, “The elevator is over there.”

Su Qinghou looked at him, his gaze dark and gloomy, “Weren’t you directionally challenged?”

Jiang Zhi pocketed his hands, his bangs concealing his long lashes, “Just a bit better than you.”

Damn it.

Su Qinghou crossed his arms, “I’m not seeing you out.”

Jiang Zhi left.

Five minutes later…

Jiang Zhi reached the first floor, took down the miniature camera hidden in his tie, weighed it in his hand for a moment, then made a call, “I need you to check someone out for me.”

On the seventh floor, Su Qinghou also made a call, this time in English, “I need you to check someone out for me.”