The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie
Chapter 321: 321: Pregnant and Devil Nemesis Su Qinghou (First Update)

Chapter 321: 321: Pregnant and Devil Nemesis Su Qinghou (First Update)

“You didn’t last night…” The words ‘use contraception’ were barely audible.

“Um.” Jiang Zhi smoothed her unruly hair, “You had a very high fever.”

Zhou Xufang: “…”

She stopped talking and busily drank water.

“Fifth Master Xu has found his fourth wife, and they’re throwing a celebration tomorrow. The old lady asked me to go and give a gift, are you coming?”

The fourth wife?

What a scoundrel.

Zhou Xufang nodded and said she would go: “I’ll sneak in.” As a professional errand runner, not to socialize, she was just going to protect her boyfriend.

Jiang Zhi followed her.

In the afternoon, Fang Lixiang invited Zhou Xufang to visit a mother and baby store. It was Zhou Xufang’s first time in such a place, and she found it particularly fascinating, touching everything left and right, unable to let go of the adorable little clothes and shoes.

“Xufang.” Fang Lixiang held up a pair of baby shoes and asked her, “Do these look good?”

“Pretty.”

Fuzzy baby shoes, particularly cute.

Fang Lixiang picked two pairs of the same style but different colors: “Which is better, blue or pink?”

“Pink.” Zhou Xufang was a pink fanatic.

Fang Lixiang took her advice and chose a pair of pink shoes, and she also picked up a pair.

“Are you buying?”

Zhou Xufang felt the soft fur on the little shoes: “Mhm.”

Fang Lixiang was surprised: “Are you pregnant?”

Zhou Xufang said she wasn’t: “I just think they’re pretty.” She had a habit of hoarding beautiful things; she owned many chandeliers, and a whole cabinet of cotton candy boxes.

“Let’s buy them together then, we’ll use them sooner or later.”

Zhou Xufang shyly smirked: “Sure.”

The two browsed around and bought a pile of little clothes and toys, and as a pink fanatic, Zhou Xufang chose everything in soft pink hues.

When they reached the baby cribs, Fang Lixiang couldn’t decide anymore.

“This one looks good, that one too.” Her indecisiveness was kicking in, “Xufang, which one should we pick?”

Zhou Xufang wasn’t looking; she was daydreaming.

“Xufang.”

She turned her head: “Hmm?”

Fang Lixiang looked in the direction Jiang Zhi had been looking: “Who is that? Do you know them?”

Not exactly, Zhou Xufang had only seen her once: “That’s Wen Baiyang’s mom.”

This building sold all mother and baby products.

Fang Lixiang, somewhat nearsighted, took off her sunglasses and squinted: “It looks like she’s holding maternity milk powder.”

It was maternity milk powder.

Zhou Xufang’s vision was good; she could clearly see the words on it.

Fang Lixiang guessed: “It seems Qiao Nanchu’s stepmom is going to give him a little brother or sister.”

At the building’s entrance, Wen Ya paid the bill and walked out with her bags. The man waiting by the car immediately stepped forward to help.

“Madame, be careful.”

He was Qiao Shenxing’s driver, over forty, with an honest appearance.

Wen Ya pushed away his hand, her attitude unfriendly: “I don’t need your help.” She got in the car, “To Jiajing Garden.”

Jiajing Garden…

Zhou Xufang frowned slightly; if it’s Jiajing Garden, then they were going to see Wen Baiyang.

Fang Lixiang mentioned something she had heard: “I heard from Xue Baoyi that Qiao Nanchu’s grandfather really dislikes Wen Baiyang. He has even declared that unless he’s in his coffin, he’ll never allow Wen Baiyang to step through the Qiao Family’s door. Because of this, Mr. Qiao was hospitalized several times, and Wen Baiyang’s mother had a very unpleasant time with the Qiao Family, they might even get divorced.” The two filled out a delivery address, walking towards the exit, “Now that she’s pregnant, divorce seems unlikely. They’ll probably pressure Wen Baiyang.”

They had left the mother and baby mall, Fang Lixiang waved her hand in front of Zhou Xufang’s eyes: “Xufang.”

She was daydreaming again.

Fang Lixiang looked in the same direction and spotted someone familiar: “Isn’t that Su Chan?” Despite the mask and glasses, Fang Lixiang recognized her immediately from having acted opposite her many times.

Su Chan stood by the roadside, next to a man.

Fang Lixiang couldn’t make out the man’s face, but his height and dress didn’t seem ordinary: “Who’s that man with her?”

It was Su Qinghou.

When Zhou Xufang first recognized Su Qinghou, he hadn’t grown into a devil yet; he was just a little villain.

He had no sense of direction, and when she first met him, she pointed him the way, but she gave the wrong directions. Just one day later, he came to settle the score.

Those expressionless PhDs would avoid his gaze and tremble in fear of him.

Why be afraid of him? He just looked like a pretty teenager.

The teenager entered the hospital room where she was kept, wearing disposable medical gloves, and dragged her off the bed by her clothes: “Got some nerve, lying to me.”

“I didn’t lie,” she stammered, not used to speaking.

Her left side was opposite his.

She hadn’t lied.

The youth squatted down, pinching her chin spitefully as his gaze landed on her bald head, “What an unpleasant voice. Let me see if you’re a male or a female.” As if disgusted, he wrapped his index finger with a handkerchief and hooked it under her—

The girl slapped him across the face.

Her eyes were red with anger, “Shameless!”

At that time, she didn’t know how to curse, so “shameless” was the nastiest thing she could think of.

The youth’s face was reddened by her slap, and he touched his cheek as layers of darkness surged in his eyes.

Like a wildcat, ready to scratch.

He looked at her and said, “Naughty girls still get punished.”

No sooner had his words fallen than he raised his hand, and a needle jabbed into her neck.

The bald girl fell down.

The boy threw away the syringe and took off his gloves, stroking his face with his fingertips, “Tie her up.”

Two blond, blue-eyed men came in with a rope.

Then, a man in a white lab coat entered, trembling as he advised, “Young Master Zhi, 011 is still in the experiment. What if Master Zhi finds out—”

The youth leisurely interrupted, “Su Dingzhi would not dare touch me. He fears ending his lineage.”

Young Master Zhi, being the only son of Old Master Zhi, would not be touched, but the unlucky one would be the person caught between this father and son.

“What’s your name?” the young man asked.

With a single question, the man panicked.

The youth grew impatient not hearing an answer, “What’s your name?”

“Zhang, Zhang Xian.”

He threw his gloves in the man’s face, “Wait until Old Master Zhi steps down,”

Once Old Master Zhi steps down, a new ruler brings his own followers.

The youth didn’t finish the following words.

Zhang Xian gasped heavily, sweating profusely; this Young Master Zhi was even more cruel and terrifying than his father.

He dragged the girl out of the ward and nonchalantly asked at the door, “Which side is left?”

Just like the first time he saw her, he asked the same thing.

The girl, groggy from the medication, pointed in a direction.

The boy tapped her bald head with a smile, “Point wrong again, and I’ll chop off your hands.”

The Bald Girl, “…”

Little devil!

He hung her from a tree, giving her neither water nor food. She hung there for a full day and night. The following night he came again, sitting under the tree from which she was hung, eating a medium-rare steak, drinking red wine, and asking her, “Dead yet?”

After a very long time.

She opened her eyes, “No…”

This wildcat was stubborn.

He cut a small piece of steak, eating slowly and with elegance, the way he swirled his wine meticulous and graceful. He wore a white shirt, resembling a young gentleman of the middle ages, “Say something nice and beg me, and I’ll give you a sip.”

The girl hanging from the tree remained silent.

It was the first time someone wasn’t afraid of him, deliberately provoking his anger.

He grabbed the wine bottle, walked over, pinched her nose, and forced her to drink.

The crimson wine choked out of her nose, “Cough, cough, cough, cough, cough…”

The spiteful youth was in a great mood, “From now on, you’ll lead the way. If you make a mistake, you’ll be punished.”

She was tormented to the point of exhaustion, with no strength left to reply.

Having had his fun, the boy let her down, only then noticing a large bloodstain on the back of her pants. He leaned in to look closer.

“Slap—”

Another slap came with all her might, her face and ears red as she glared at him, “Shameless.” Furious again, she screamed, “You, this, pig!”

She hit him again.

The youth licked the blood at the corner of his mouth, grabbed her by the collar, and raised his fist, but her eyes rolled back, and she fainted… His fist froze in place.

This agonizing sensation made him want to kill.

“Two slaps now. I’ll remember that,” he said as he dropped the unconscious girl heavily onto the ground, then turned and ordered in English, “Get a doctor over here.”

Soon, the lab’s doctor arrived, first a male, then a female doctor came.

“Young Master Zhi.” The female doctor came out after the diagnosis.

The youth, extremely impatient, took a sip of western liquor, his tone dangerous, “Where’s the injury? How did this happen?” He didn’t recall hitting her. Who dared to touch his quarry?

The female doctor replied, “No injuries.”

“How is she bleeding if there’s no injury?”

The female doctor stuttered, “It’s… It’s her menstrual period.”

The wine in the youth’s cup swirled, and after a long pause, he laughed. He set down his glass, stood up, and walked to the bedside, his tone teasing, “I’ll punish you in a few days.”

The girl on the hospital bed furrowed her brows.

On the roadside, Su Qinghou suddenly looked back.

Almost at the same time, Fang Lixiang asked, “Xu Fang, do you know that man—”