The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie
Chapter 297: 297: Clingy Weaver: Come quickly, hug me! Comfort me!

Chapter 297: 297: Clingy Weaver: Come quickly, hug me! Comfort me!

Eleven o’clock.

Zhou Xufang’s train was about to arrive, and Jiang Zhi pocketed the miniature camera and left.

Behind him, someone called out to him: “Jiang Zhi.”

He turned around, glanced, and ignored it.

Luo Qinghe stood behind him, murmuring to herself as she suddenly laughed: “I thought you would at least find me amusing.”

But he didn’t even give her a glance.

“Don’t take yourself too seriously.”

After saying that, Jiang Zhi left the hospital building.

Luo Qinghe stood in place, her gaze empty.

“What’s wrong,” a hand reached out from behind, resting on her shoulder, “still thinking about him?”

Luo Qinghe’s thoughts were still scattered, and she subconsciously shrugged off the hand: “Don’t touch me.”

You don’t want to be touched, huh.

Xu Pozhi laughed: “Who are you keeping yourself pure for?” He squeezed her shoulder and twisted her body around, facing face to face, “Jiang Zhi?”

Still harboring foolish fantasies.

“Luo Qinghe,” he pinched her face, turning it from left to right, scrutinizing her with one eye, “why don’t you look in the mirror to see what kind of goods you are?”

His pupils reflected her face, numb, stiff, and full of resentment.

She yelled out: “Xu Pozhi!”

He laughed out loud, staring into her eyes with a fiery gaze: “I like it when you go crazy.”

It excited him, gave him a strong desire to dominate.

His intact pupil, like a snake’s, hissed at her, and she, resisting with her body, pushed him away and ran, but having barely taken a step, was pulled back by her scalp.

She screamed.

Just then, Luo Yinghe passed by the corridor.

Luo Qinghe, like grasping a lifeline, called out loudly to her: “Yinghe!”

“Yinghe!”

Luo Yinghe, hearing the noise, peeked out and looked, then dismissed it with a hum: “What do you want from me, it’s none of my business.”

Were they close? Their affection must be artificial.

She turned and walked away.

Luo Qinghe, ashen-faced, was dragged by Xu Pozhi into a hospital room.

Why did the screams stop?

Luo Yinghe didn’t hear any more noises and felt a bit disappointed. Just then, a call came in for her.

“Chairman.”

It was a senior executive from the Luo Family, Mr. Hu.

This title of Chairman made Luo Yinghe’s heart soar: “What is it?”

Mr. Hu said: “Chairman Luo just notified the General Office to urgently convene a senior management meeting.”

Luo Yinghe was confused for a moment: “Which Chairman Luo?”

Mr. Hu fell silent for a few seconds: “…Your aunt.” It was the dumbest chairman he had ever seen, bar none.

That dumbest chairman, full of arrogance, said: “Who does she think she is? I don’t need to listen to her.”

No sense of crisis at all.

So stupid!

The thought of switching jobs crossed Mr. Hu’s mind: “The old chairman transferred all his shares to Chairman Luo. She’s now the second-largest shareholder of the company.”

Now she should feel a sense of crisis, now she should take action.

Instead, she just cursed: “That bitch, so cheap!”

Mr. Hu: “…”

Might as well go bankrupt, hurry up!

Emergency room.

The patient frothing at the mouth was receiving emergency treatment.

The intern doctor, not very seasoned, was a bit unsure: “Why hasn’t the patient woken up?”

Cardiopulmonary resuscitation was performed, oxygen was administered, but the patient still hadn’t woken up; blood pressure and pulse were normal. What could be the problem?

The ER doctor pressed a stethoscope to the patient’s chest, listened carefully, but still couldn’t detect any problem, then said to the nurse behind him: “Draw some blood for tests.”

The nurse promptly brought over the needle.

The ‘patient’ on the bed suddenly opened his eyes, let out a painful groan: “Ah…” and naturally turned over to avoid the descending needle.

The nurse turned to the ER doctor: “The patient is awake.”

“Sir,” the doctor immediately came over to ask, “where do you feel discomfort?”

The patient’s expression was dull, his eyes were glassy, and he seemed dazed.

He seemed to be seriously ill.

The ER doctor waved his hand in front of the patient’s eyes: “Can you hear me speaking, sir?”

The patient suddenly looked up: “I can hear you.”

Considering the patient’s earlier condition, convulsions, and foaming at the mouth, the doctor asked: “Sir, do you have any medical history?” Like epilepsy, for example.

The patient, big and burly, looked strong and muscular, not sickly at all; he replied to the doctor: “I’m constipated.”

Doctor: “…”

At this moment, the patient showed an extremely pained expression: “I would like to use the restroom first.”

People have urgencies, the ER doctor couldn’t say much, and told the nurse: “Help the patient to the restroom.”

The patient extended his hand, gestured, and said in pain but firmly: “No need, my body can still hold on for a while.”

Well then, keep holding on.

Constipation indeed requires perseverance to continue.

“Cough cough cough cough…” The patient got off the bed, hunched over, and shuffled weakly toward the restroom.

Outside the hospital, Jiang Zhi was on a call.

“Luo Changfang received shares from Luo Huaiyu, she wants to finance under the name of the Jiang Family.”

The current state of the Luo Family was a complete mess, leaderless; if it continued like this, it would fall apart. Luo Changfang, using the Jiang name, was trying to seize the opportunity.

This was all within Jiang Zhi’s expectations: “We need to act before she does.”

Qiao Nanchu had concerns: “After you took that medical project last time, both the Jiang and Lu Families targeted JC; if you make another move, it might not stay hidden.”

Jiang Zhi was calm: “Then don’t hide it.”

Qiao Nanchu had no objections: “As you wish.”

“Start with Luo Yinghe, she’s rather foolish.”

If she weren’t foolish, he wouldn’t have given her the shares.

Jiang Zhi had just hung up when Ah Wan caught up from behind.

“Boss,” Ah Wan complained, “why didn’t you wait for me!”

Jiang Zhi walked toward where he had parked.

Ah Wan followed behind, still excited from his recent bout with acting, “Boss, what did you think of my performance just now?” He felt he had done quite well.

Jiang Zhi, looking exhausted, replied, “Your movements were too fragmented, your expressions too forced.” To sum it up in two words, “Overdone.”

Ah Wan: “…”

He wished he hadn’t asked!

As Jiang Zhi got into the car, Zhou Xufang’s phone call came through.

He had been feeling sluggish but immediately perked up, “Are you almost here?”

“Not yet, the train is delayed,” Zhou Xufang said. “Don’t wait for me for lunch, I’ll eat with Uncle on the train.”

He was annoyed, “Mhm,” very annoyed, “Which train is it? Can I file a complaint?”

Zhou Xufang: “…”

Ah Wan in the driver’s seat just shook his head.

Due to a minor issue with the tracks, Zhou Xufang’s train was delayed by over two hours, coinciding with the start of Jiang Zhi’s film set. By the time she arrived at the station, the crew had already begun shooting.

Jiang Zhi said, “I won’t shoot anymore, I’ll go pick you up first.”

Zhou Xufang refused, “That’s not okay.”

“Why not?”

“The penalty fee is hefty.”

Jiang Zhi: “…”

“And standing up the crew isn’t good,” Zhou Xufang negotiated with him. “You go to work first, I’ll take Uncle to the TV station, and you can pick me up after you’re done.”

Jiang Zhi hung up the phone on her.

She scratched her head, thinking about how to coax him later.

Less than a minute later, he called back.

Jiang Zhi’s short temper could only last a minute at most in front of Zhou Xufang, “Zhou Xufang.”

“Mhm.” Calling by full name meant he was not pleased.

He asked, almost accusingly, “Do you miss me?”

Zhou Xufang: “I do.”

He hummed, pacified by her response, “Don’t wander off, wait for me at the TV station. I’ll be done in half an hour.” He hadn’t seen her for six days and missed her terribly.

“Alright.”

At three in the afternoon, the crew wrapped up, but Zhou Xufang’s phone was unreachable.

Jiang Zhi got through to Zhou Qingrang, “Uncle, have you seen Xu Fang?”

Zhou Qingrang said, “She just left.”

“Her phone isn’t connecting.”

Jiang Zhi panicked at not being able to find Zhou Xufang in just this short while.

Zhou Qingrang set aside the press release he was working on, “I’ll go look for her.”

“Tell her to call me back once you find her.” Jiang Zhi hung up the phone and dashed out with his car keys.

Fifteen minutes earlier.

Zhou Xufang had dropped off Zhou Qingrang at the TV station, “Uncle, I’m going out to look around.”

Zhou Qingrang cautioned her, “Don’t go too far.”

“Okay.”

She left the resting room and put on her earpiece, “Shuangjiang.”

There was no sound in the earpiece, but after a while, she got a text message: “I’m not at the computer, wait five minutes.”

Five minutes later.

A mechanical synthesized voice came through the earpiece, “Xu Fang.”

As Zhou Xufang walked out of the TV station, she said, “Help me check who is following me.” Since leaving the train station, someone had been trailing her.

“Okay.”

In less than a minute, Shuangjiang replied, “There are six people; all wearing masks. By physique,” the voice in the earpiece paused slightly, “they seem a lot like the group that attacked you at Yuquan Bay.”

Zhou Xufang halted briefly, “Is there a surveillance blind spot near the TV station?” She wanted to see who was targeting her.

Shuangjiang: “Gate one, turn left at seventy meters.”

She put on her mask and exited the TV station.

Outside gate one, the seventy-meter turn to the left led to an alley.

Zhou Xufang entered, it was a dead-end visible at a glance. She leaned against the wall, stopped, and turned around, “Come out.”

Six men, dressed in black suits and wearing black leather gloves on their hands, successively entered the alley.

Indeed, it was the same group; she even recognized the leader, a burly man with thick eyebrows and a not-so-noticeable mole off-center on his forehead.

She asked, “Who sent you?”

The man in the lead, the shortest, was upfront and closed in on her, “Come with us, and you’ll find out.”

Zhou Xufang’s pocket suddenly buzzed with her phone vibrating, and, hearing the sound, the men promptly pulled out telescopic sticks, not allowing her the chance to answer the call, and launched an attack.

Zhou Xufang picked up a brick from the ground, blocking an incoming swing. Soon, she was embroiled in a scuffle.

The short leader observed for a moment, then pulled out a gun with a syringe needle fitted at the muzzle, aiming at Zhou Xufang.

“Whoosh—”

The needle shot straight toward Zhou Xufang, who raised her hand to catch it, the needle pointing right at her palm.

At three-thirty, Jiang Zhi arrived at the TV station.

He was in a rush, his forehead beaded with light sweat, “Have you found Xu Fang?”

Zhou Qingrang shook his head, “I’ve had people check the surveillance.” He turned the computer to Jiang Zhi, pointing at the screen showing the mouth of the alley, “This is the last place she was seen.”

The surveillance captured her and the six men.

Jiang Zhi immediately called Qiao Nanchu, “Nanchu, help me track Zhou Xufang’s location.”

Qiao Nanchu asked no questions, began tracking, and two minutes later reported back to Jiang Zhi, “Can’t do it, the phone is turned off.”

Jiang Zhi sent the surveillance footage to the Criminal Intelligence Department for assistance. Right after hanging up the phone, he received an email from Shuangjiang with four words: “Stay calm, don’t panic.”

Stay calm, don’t panic?

He couldn’t stay calm! As long as he couldn’t contact Zhou Xufang, he felt as if the sky was falling, crushing him into a state of panic and restlessness.

At four-twenty-five.

Pacing… the footsteps grew quicker.

Click, the door swung open.

This was a special room with no windows; its walls were metal all around, with only a few small ventilation holes in the ceiling. The empty room had a person lying on the floor, hands and feet bound with chains, head covered with black cloth.

The metal floor amplified the sound of footsteps, so the visitor deliberately tread lightly. He crouched down, extending a slender hand.

Zhou Xufang suddenly opened her eyes, seizing that hand.

In the alley, she caught the needle with her bare hands, but it hadn’t pierced her palm. She had played along, wanting to investigate, and had already broken the chains.

She removed the cloth covering her head, squinting at the bright light, and made out a blurry outline, “Yun—”

The other person shook their head, “Shh.”