The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie
Chapter 302: 302: Jiang Zhi protects his wife as they head out, each with their own superpower (first update)

Chapter 302: 302: Jiang Zhi protects his wife as they head out, each with their own superpower (first update)

“The Luo Family is a family business; I have the most shares, and I’ll fire whomever I want to fire.”

Look, that’s the kind of arrogance a simpleton would have.

Mr. Hu, the executive, felt like he was choking on his own blood, suppressing the urge to roll his eyes: “The board members are all veterans of the company. Although they don’t hold a lot of shares, many of the middle and upper management were promoted by them. If you fire all of them, the company will paralyze.”

Firing people left and right, the company won’t go bankrupt only because he’s not surnamed Hu.

Luckily, Luo Yinghe took a bit of that in; instead of firing, she cursed, “This bunch of diehards!” After venting her frustration, she asked irritably, “So what am I supposed to do?”

Mr. Hu had the feeling of being a minister responsible for giving advice, coming forward with good words to persuade: “The most pressing matter is to achieve results. As long as you, the Chairwoman, can create common benefits for the company, the board members will recognize you.”

“Create benefits?” she sneered, “It’s easy for you to say. Is gold going to fall from the sky for me to catch?”

“…”

Mr. Hu was at a loss for words, unable to inspire her.

At that moment—

The secretary knocked and entered: “Chairwoman.”

“What is it?”

The secretary said, “President Pang from JC is here.”

Luo Yinghe was baffled: “JC? What JC?”

The secretary: “…”

Mr. Hu reminded her: “JC Medical.”

JC Medical was a dark horse that had recently emerged in the business world. Their main business was medical devices and they were also involved in pharmaceuticals. Recently, the head of JC got idle and reached into the service industry and real estate. In short, wherever there was money to be made, he was involved.

JC Medical had become too conspicuous, and the Four Great Families had set their sights on it.

President Pang from JC had come to discuss a collaboration. He had expressed the purpose of his visit succinctly and gave a brief introduction of the project, then he left.

Of course, Luo Yinghe couldn’t understand the project details, so she simply ordered: “Hurry up and draft the contract.”

Mr. Hu felt it was inappropriate: “Chairwoman, this matter needs further deliberation.”

“Deliberate what?”

Mr. Hu thought it over and still felt something was off: “JC’s terms are so favorable, countless companies would want to collaborate with them. Why would they want to work with the Luo Family?” It made no sense.

Luo Yinghe gave him a disdainful look: “When pie falls from the sky, just grab it; what are you fussing about the flavor for?”

“…”

Afraid of getting crushed by the pie, aren’t you?

Mr. Hu still earnestly advised: “If something is abnormal, it could be a trap—”

Luo Yinghe raised her hand, signaling him to shut up. She had taken a phone call.

Without a word from the other side, she grew excited: “Where did you see Yun Sheng?”

“Director Jiang’s film crew?”

The flame of eagerness in her eyes died down by half.

Her close friend was joking on the phone.

She persisted stubbornly: “Who’s afraid of him!”

After speaking, she hung up and rushed out.

Mr. Hu called out from behind: “Chairwoman.”

“Chairwoman.”

But the Chairwoman had already left.

Mr. Hu let out a sigh and called his wife: “Let’s hold off on having the second child.” If the company went bankrupt, he reckoned he’d be unemployed, and there’d be no money for baby formula.

Changling Hospital, inpatient department, building three, seventh floor.

The sound of high heels approached from a distance, and the man waiting at the door looked up: “Miss Su.”

Su Chan approached, silhouetted against the light: “Is he awake?”

She was asking Young Master Zhi.

The man replied, “He’s washing up.”

She nodded slightly, casting a brief glance at the document bag in the man’s hand.

He immediately said, “It’s the Jiang Family’s youngest son’s information.”

Young Master Zhi, finding the man both obtrusive and suspicious, had ordered a background check on him.

“Give it to me.”

The man hesitated for a moment, then handed it over.

Su Chan took the document bag and pushed the door to enter.

The sound of water came from the bathroom; she placed the materials on the table. At that moment, her phone rang in her bag. She stood to answer but, in her distraction, her shin hit the table, causing the document bag to fall to the floor with the corner of an A4 paper peeking out.

Zhou Xufang…

Right, Jiang Zhi’s girlfriend was Zhou Xufang. She was part of his background.

Su Chan paused for a moment in silence, then crouched down, pulled out the sheet of paper, and tucked it into her bag.

Click!

The bathroom door opened, the document bag was already put back, and she sat primly.

Su Qinghou came out in a bathrobe, his hair damp and a loose white towel hung around his neck, his collarbones partially exposed.

His slightly blue eyes still foggy with moisture, softened the sharpness in them. He moved to the surgery table covered with a black sheet, removed the bathrobe, and changed into a shirt and trousers.

His skin was a Westerner’s bronze, with two long scars running down his back.

Su Chan didn’t look away, her gaze formal: “I’ve located Su Lihua.”

He turned around, fastening his buttons one by one with one hand while reaching for a cigarette and lighter with the other, sitting down to light up.

“Don’t startle her; my second uncle is very cunning. Just follow this lead; don’t scare her off.”

Su Lihua was Su Dingzhi’s half-brother, not much older than Su Qinghou yet a generation ahead of him.

The ‘she’ he mentioned was the one he ‘longed for’, 011.

Su Chan responded, “I understand.”

He glanced at the document bag on the table but didn’t pick it up. As he put on his cufflinks, he habitually stroked the scar on his left wrist.

He liked touching that scar.

In a moment of candor, Su Chan let slip the question in her heart: “How did you get this scar?”

“She bit me.”

011 bit him.

He laughed, his deep eyes holding the depth of the cerulean sea: “That girl, fierce as all hell.”

Fierce as all hell.

Every time he mentioned her, it was either through gritted teeth or, as now, with a smirk.

Suddenly, Su Chan remembered the first time she met Su Qinghou.

She hadn’t seen him yet, but heard his voice first.

“Will it leave a scar?”

The young man spoke in fluent English, casual and nonchalant.

The blond-haired, blue-eyed doctor quickly shook his head, “Don’t worry.”

Although bitten to the point of skin breaking and flesh tearing, the Su Family has the most top-notch medical team; there’s no need to worry about scars.

“It won’t do,” the youth murmured, then leisurely unwrapped the bandage from his hand. His voice mixed with a hint of laughter, but his eyes were cold. He muttered to himself, “We need to leave a scar, lest she forgets.”

“Mr. Zhi, the person has been brought here.”

She was led into the ward by a tall man.

The young man sitting on the operating table with a blanket half-draped over his waist looked up and said in standard Mandarin, “So, you’re the defective product made in her image?”

The defective product had no name, only a code, 014.

Mr. Zhi granted her a name, using his own surname, calling her Su Chan.

She was momentarily dazed and asked, “Then what?”

Su Qinghou, with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, looked at her.

She never dared meet his eyes, lowering her gaze, “What about after she bit you?”

All who displease him, receive punishment. She wanted to know if 011 had been punished, if she had been tortured to a life worse than death by him.

He exhaled a breath smoky and light, stubbing the cigarette out in the ashtray, “Such intense curiosity, are you interested in me or in 011?”

Su Chan’s complexion changed slightly, “I was just asking.” She sealed her mouth and dared not pry any further.

Su Qinghou bent one leg, resting it on the table, his eyes held frost, his mouth curved in a faint, detached smile, “Answer me again.”

He commanded her with a smile.

Su Chan looked up, “You.”

“Very smart.” He pulled off the towel around his neck, tossing it carelessly to the floor, letting the drops from his hair fall onto his neck, his thin lips bright red, “Coveting me is fine, but if you covet 011,” his smile grew gentler, “I will kill you.”

Her body trembled slightly.

“Frightened?” He reached out, his palm covering her head, gently patting, “Don’t be scared, come and give me a shoulder massage.”

Her hands were shaking.

When she left the ward, she was still in a daze.

She couldn’t penetrate this man, the human heart the most elusive, he all the more so.

Three months ago, she had learned from Xiao Yi about 011’s childhood friendship with Jiang Zhi. She had joined Jiang Zhi’s film crew, should have continued to investigate along that line, should have told him about these clues, but now…

She pulled a piece of paper from her bag, tearing it into shreds.

She had her own selfish interests, as did Xiao Yusheng and Xiao Yi; only Su Qinghou, she couldn’t fathom at all. After the lab explosion, he destroyed all of 011’s information, she had never even seen what 011 looked like, let alone the medical experimental data. Moreover, he had silenced all those in the lab who had seen 011.

He was overly protective of 011.

“Hiss—”

Su Chan drew a sharp breath, the pain above her eyebrows pulling back her drifting thoughts.

Lisa, trembling, apologized, “I’m sorry, Miss Su.”

Su Chan looked in the mirror; there was a nick under her left eyebrow from the eyebrow razor, a bit of blood seeping out.

Lisa hurriedly pulled out a tissue to wipe it for her.

Zheng Durong, who was on the phone to the side, came over, saw Su Chan, and flared up, “What’s the matter with you!”

The blood was wiped away, but more seeped out.

Lisa, her eyes red, kept apologizing.

Su Chan took a piece of tissue herself, pressing on the wound, and said to her agent, “Forget it, it’s nothing really.”

How big a wound could an eyebrow razor make.

Zheng Durong didn’t pursue it further, scowling at Lisa, “Change to a different makeup artist.”

Lisa apologized and thanked her way out of the makeup room.

Next door, in the public makeup area, two actresses began chatting as soon as they came in.

“Have you seen Director Jiang’s girlfriend?”

“Yes, I have.”

“She’s quiet, very reserved, just talks to Fang Lixiang.”

“I heard both of them used to be extras.”

“Times have changed, one has married into the Weaver of the Four Great Families, the other has become a director’s wife.”

“She’s really peculiar, having a director boyfriend and still working as a stunt double.”

“Yeah, she’s odd and not sociable, but her looks do have a certain charm.”

“A female ghost kind of charm?”

There was a hint of jealousy in that tone.

“Keep it down!” one girl warned, “Jiang Chun has such a strong backing, even offending the Jiang Family’s youngest son’s girlfriend means getting kicked out, and you dare talk ill of her? Are you tired of staying in the crew?”

The other was unperturbed, “She doesn’t have supernatural hearing, can she still hear?”

Supernatural hearing? You never know.

Su Chan’s lips curled slightly.

Zheng Durong asked, “What are you smiling at?”

Naturally, Zheng Durong couldn’t hear the conversation from the other side.

“Nothing.” Su Chan asked the makeup artist to pause, taking her phone while still in costume, a dark-colored damask skirt with hidden designs, “I’m going out to make a call.”

Director’s lounge.

Lisa knocked on the door from outside, “Director Jiang.”

“Come in.” His voice still contained traces of mirth.

Lisa entered and saw Director Jiang’s girlfriend blushing and glaring at Jiang Zhi, who then reached out to hold his girlfriend’s hand, only to have her smack it away.

Was this the same director who easily reduced actresses to tears with his scolding?

“Cough, cough, cough…” Jiang Zhi coughed twice and straightened up, “Is it done?”

Her lips were red, her skin pale, her eyes dewy, with three parts frailty and seven parts delicate beauty on her face.

Lisa didn’t dare look at that face any longer, quickly bowing her head, “It’s done.”

“Tell me.”

Jiang Zhi moved aside a little, leaning closer to Zhou Xufang. With someone else present, he was very proper, not touching, not hugging, not speaking crudely.

Lisa replied, “I didn’t dare to be too rough, just made a small cut.”

“Did it bleed?” Jiang Zhi asked.

“It bled.”

“Anything unusual about the wound?”

Lisa shook her head.

If it were Zhou Xufang, such a small cut would have immediately scarred up, its healing speed visibly abnormal to the naked eye.

Jiang Zhi furrowed his brows in thought for a while, “That’s enough, go out.”

Lisa did as told and left.

Once the door closed, Zhou Xufang finally spoke, “Her regeneration and self-healing speeds shouldn’t be the same as mine.”