The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie
Chapter 319: 319: The Correct Way to Pamper Your Wife, Dog Eat Dog Excitement! (First Update

Chapter 319: 319: The Correct Way to Pamper Your Wife, Dog Eat Dog Excitement! (First Update

A large truck suddenly sped up and rammed over him, crushing his legs beneath its weight. On the ground, the blood slowly began to spread.

The drizzling rain began to fall, and in the blink of an eye, the large truck vanished without a trace.

“Call an ambulance.”

It was someone from the court, yelling urgently from across the street, “Quickly, call an ambulance!”

The blood on the ground increased, and the person lying in the pool of blood remained motionless, with eyes wide open and mouth agape, gushing blood profusely…

Zhou Xufang glanced in the direction where the truck had gone, “Uncle, do you believe in fate?”

Zhou Qingrang’s gaze was calm as he watched the blood-red scene, “I didn’t before, but I do now.” Twenty-two years ago, he had been in the same situation, a car accident in the rain, with both legs crushed.

The raindrops grew heavier, and the scent of blood thickened in the air.

Zhou Xufang spoke with feeling, “That’s why you have to be a good person.”

Humans act while the heavens watch.

Zhou Qingrang nodded, “Let’s go back.”

“Mm.” She opened her umbrella and pushed the wheelchair away.

Zhou Qingrang looked back and shifted most of his tilted umbrella towards Zhou Xufang. Finally, he made a call, “Captain Cheng, my sister’s case can be closed.”

“Not investigating anymore?”

The case had been open for quite some years.

He looked down and saw the raindrops forming a stream, flowing to the center of the road, washing away the bloody stains, “The criminal has already been punished.”

Criminal Investigation Team.

As soon as Captain Cheng hung up the phone, Vice Captain Xing came over to report, “We’ve just received a report of a car accident at the Luo Family’s gate, a large truck hit someone, and the driver fled the scene.”

The Luo Family?

Captain Cheng asked, “Who is the victim?”

“Luo Huaiyu.”

Dusk fell, and outside the window, the spring rain tapped gently.

At seven in the evening, the hospital called, and after Jiang Zhi hung up, she told Zhou Xufang, “The person isn’t dead, but they’ve lost both legs and are now in a vegetative state.”

Zhou Xufang had been caught in the rain and had just finished washing up; her face still flushed, her eyes misty and watery.

“What about the Luo Family?”

Jiang Zhi took the towel from her hand and dried her hair, “Luo Changfang had someone pay the hospital bills, but not a single person from the Luo name showed up.”

The hated ones are also pitiable.

“It’s his own doing.” Zhou Xufang looked up with a face pale yet flushed, “Jiang Zhi.”

“Mm.”

“So there really is karma.”

Jiang Zhi stopped what she was doing, wrapped her face in the towel, and held it up, “Do you think it’s karma?”

Zhou Xufang nodded.

Jiang Zhi continued to rub her damp hair, the ends soft, barely touching the palm of his hand, and slightly ticklish, “If you think it is, then it is.”

She believed it, feeling there was indeed retribution.

“Jiang Zhi,” she stood on tiptoe, clutching his waistband, her eyes clear and pure, “promise me you won’t do anything bad in the future, okay?”

Jiang Zhi gave a light peck on the corner of her lips, “Afraid that I’ll also suffer retribution—”

She immediately covered his mouth.

“Don’t talk nonsense.”

She had not been superstitious before, but having found someone dear, she began to fear everything.

Jiang Zhi held her hand and kissed her palm, “Don’t worry, a scourge like me is meant to last a thousand years.”

She hugged him, “Promise me.”

He was silent for a moment.

“Mm.”

This silly girl of his, where was there any karma in the world? The darkest, most dangerous thing was nothing but the human heart.

After coaxing Zhou Xufang to sleep, Jiang Zhi went to the bathroom and turned on the faucet, then dialed Qiao Nanchu’s number.

“Did the police find anything?”

Qiao Nanchu replied, “The surveillance didn’t capture the perpetrator’s face, the leads have run cold.”

Jiang Zhi made a nonchalant sound of acknowledgment.

“Jiang Zhi,” Qiao Nanchu, who was outside with an unlit cigarette in his hand, asked, “Give it to me straight, is this matter related to you?”

Jiang Zhi turned the faucet to the right, the sound of the water drowning out his voice, “Yes.”

Qiao Nanchu heard him, “You damn fool, why are you being so honest?”

So he corrected himself, “No.”

Qiao Nanchu cursed at him and fell silent before finally saying, “Let’s pretend I never asked.” After that, he hung up the phone.

Jiang Zhi turned off the faucet, returned to the bedroom, lifted the covers, and lay down. The girl sleeping on the edge of the bed promptly rolled into his arms, half-asleep, she called out.

“Jiang Zhi.”

“Mm.”

She nestled her head into his chest, nuzzled a bit, and fell asleep.

Jiang Zhi turned off the bedside lamp, hugged the girl in his arms tight, and kissed her forehead, “Good night, Fang Bao.”

It wasn’t retribution, it was Peng Xianzhi enacting revenge for his son. Three days ago, he had been specially released from prison.

Of course, in that matter of release, Jiang Zhi played a role. Retribution? Don’t be foolish, he’d rather fight evil with evil, violence with violence. His Zhou Xufang was kind-hearted, but he wasn’t; he was ruthless and vengeful.

At 10 PM, someone knocked on the Jiang Mansion’s main gate.

“Boom! Boom! Boom!”

The person knocked forcefully, as if beating a drum.

The Jiang Family had a habit of keeping night watch. Tonight, it was Ah Pin’s turn. Startled awake from her dozing, she got up to open the door, “Who’s there? Stop knocking.”

The knocking continued from outside.

Ah Pin opened the door and, using the light of the lantern outside, saw the visitor, “It’s Miss Luo, what brings you here?”

Luo Yinghe was disheveled, saying, “I’m here to find my aunt.”

Tonight, Luo Changfang stayed over at the old house. Before coming here, Luo Yinghe had already visited Luo Changfang’s other two residences.

“The Second Madam is already asleep—”

Luo Yinghe didn’t wait for her to finish, pushed past Ah Pin, and ran inside while shouting, “Auntie!”

Fula, the yard dog, began to bark upon seeing a stranger.

“Woof!”

“Woof!”

Fula was tied up, but Luo Yinghe wasn’t scared; she bared her teeth at Fula and continued to shout, “Auntie! Auntie!”

The noise outside was so loud, Luo Changfang hadn’t fallen asleep yet, and rose perturbed, walking to the yard, “What’s all the shouting? Don’t you have any manners?”

“Auntie,” Luo Yinghe ran over upon seeing her ‘relative’ as if she found an oasis, grabbed Luo Changfang’s hand, “Auntie, please help me.”

Listen to her, calling ‘auntie’ as if they were so close.

Luo Changfang brushed away her hand, “Help you with what?”

Luo Yinghe’s eyes reddened, pleading pitifully, “My house and jewelry have been taken, my cards are frozen; I have nowhere to go.”

The Luo Family went bankrupt and accumulated a huge debt. She, the chairwoman, was fired by the new owners, all her assets liquidated for debt, and now, she was destitute.

Luo Changfang looked at her leisurely, “And how do you want me to help you?”

Luo Yinghe’s face brightened, “Take me in; I can stay with the Jiang Family.”

Even after enduring so much, she was still this foolish.

Luo Changfang smoothed her expensive fur coat, “Do you think the Jiang Family is a shelter?”

Luo Yinghe knew she couldn’t cling to the wealthy Jiang Family and changed her request, “Then give me some money, not too much, just a few million will do.”

A few million, eh.

Luo Changfang laughed, “Do I look like a philanthropist?”

That tone, she wasn’t giving money then.

Luo Yinghe clenched her fists, suppressing the urge to curse out loud, “Auntie, you can’t ignore me; I am your own niece.”

Luo Changfang always wore a smile, but her words cut like a soft knife, “Yinghe, you’re an adult now.”

This old woman!

Luo Yinghe felt like hitting her, but held back, moving to her final concession, “Then forget the money, just find me a place to stay and arrange a job for me, that should be doable, right?”

The extensive Jiang Family fortune could easily provide for a lifetime without worry.

Luo Changfang took off a bracelet from her wrist and gave it to her, speaking as if she were above her, “This is still worth some money; go pawn it.”

Luo Yinghe inspected the green bracelet in her hand, blew on it in disdain, “Are you giving alms to a beggar?” A mere trinket worth a few thousand, and that was the best she could do.

“Aren’t you one?”

It was Jiang Fuli who came out, looking at Luo Yinghe with disdain as if she were trash, “Ah Pin, don’t just let anyone in from now on.”

Just anyone?

Luo Yinghe’s mouth twitched, “Fuck your mom!”

She raised the bracelet in her hand and charged forward, smashing it towards Jiang Fuli’s face.

Jiang Fuli was caught off guard and took the blow straight to her nose, screaming in pain.

Crying, huh?

The louder she screamed, the more agitated Luo Yinghe became, gripping the bracelet harder and smashing down fiercely. With a snap, the bracelet broke, and she immediately grabbed a stone from the ground.

Luo Changfang was shocked into stillness, and it took her a moment to react, urgently calling Ah Pin, “Pull her away!”

Pull? Unfortunately, there’s no stopping someone in the throes of a temper tantrum.

Luo Yinghe wielded the stone, aiming for Jiang Fuli’s head. Luo Changfang tried to intervene, only to be grabbed by the hair. The enraged young woman kicked and struck with the stone in hand, her face red, teeth bared in a hideous grimace, cursing continuously. If not for needing her mouth to hurl insults, she might have lunged to bite.

“You whore!”

“I’ll kill you!”

“Old whore!”

“Young whore!”

“A pair of whores!”

“All whores!”

“…”

Pampered and powerless to fight back, the ‘whore’ mother and daughter: “…”