The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie
Chapter 322: 322: Luo Qinghe finds out the truth about the child, Wen Qiao elopes? (Second update

Chapter 322: 322: Luo Qinghe finds out the truth about the child, Wen Qiao elopes? (Second update

Almost simultaneously, Fang Lixiang asked, “Xu Fang, do you know that man—”

Before she could finish, she turned around to find that Zhou Xufang was no longer behind her.

“Xu Fang.”

“Xu Fang.”

Not seeing anyone, Fang Lixiang anxiously searched all around.

“Qing Hou,” Su Chan asked softly, “what’s wrong?”

Su Qinghou looked into the distance, “You’ve got a tail behind you.”

She turned around and saw a sneaky figure hiding behind a cafe window, holding a camera, “It’s a reporter.”

Su Qinghou looked at her, his eyes dark and gloomy, “What’s been going on with you lately? You’ve become more and more useless.”

She lowered her head, “I’m sorry.”

“Make sure the photos are dealt with cleanly.”

“Yes.”

He got in the car, and she immediately followed.

“Did you find Su Lihua?”

She sat next to him, closed the car window, and then removed her mask and sunglasses, “I found him. He’s working as a sign language teacher at a school for the deaf.”

He’d actually run off to become a schoolteacher.

Su Qinghou laughed, “My uncle really has the luxury of enjoying himself.”

It was windy today, especially on the rooftop where the wind was particularly strong. Zhou Xufang lay there, watching the car drive away, before she finally stood up and dusted herself off.

A coward?

She was not a coward; she was just avoiding trouble, and Su Qinghou was big trouble.

Down at the bottom of the building, Fang Lixiang was still calling her.

“Xu Fang!”

“Xu Fang!”

Her tone was frantic.

Zhou Xufang picked a secluded spot, leaped down, and sneaked out of a little alley while covering her face.

“Xu Fang!”

“Xu—”

Zhou Xufang waved her hand, “I’m here.”

Fang Lixiang sighed in relief, sweating from her forehead, “Where did you go?”

She was avoiding enemies, “I went to the bathroom.”

Fang Lixiang patted her chest, visibly shaken, “You could have at least told me. I thought you were kidnapped. You nearly scared me to death.”

Like a ghost, she had suddenly disappeared.

Zhou Xufang sincerely apologized, “I’m sorry.”

“As long as you’re okay.” Fang Lixiang held her hand tightly, to prevent losing her again.

Jiajing Garden.

Wen Baiyang was halfway through cooking dinner when he received a text.

Wen Ya: “I’m at your doorstep.”

Wen Baiyang turned off the stove and went to open the door.

Wen Ya stood at the doorstep, her face wearing its usual demure and gentle expression, “Won’t you invite me in?”

Wen Baiyang stepped aside.

Wen Ya came in, sat down, and pulled out a medical report from her bag, “I’m pregnant.”

Wen Baiyang took a pen and paper and wrote, “Why are you telling me this?”

Wen Ya wore flat shoes, no makeup, her face bare. She had been married into the Qiao Family for several years with no sign of pregnancy, and now she was pregnant at almost forty, considered a high-risk pregnancy.

She got straight to the point, “Nanchu’s father doesn’t care about old affection. The moment you step through the door, I’ll be swept out.”

They say Qiao City spoils his wife, nonsense. In his heart, she, his wife, was no different from a vase in his study; pretty to look at but not taken seriously, otherwise he wouldn’t have denied her a child for so many years.

The wealthy are often heartless lovers.

“Nanchu still secretly keeps in touch with you, his grandfather will find out someday, and he definitely won’t tolerate both the mother and daughter marrying into the Qiao Family. By then, either you break up, or I get divorced.” Wen Ya looked at the daughter she didn’t understand at all, “Baiyang, do you really have the heart?”

She placed her hand on her abdomen, “This child is innocent.”

Wen Baiyang frowned and wrote on the paper, “You should be convincing your husband.”

Still so stubborn.

“Do you know why Nanchu doesn’t get along with his dad? They are too similar, cold and heartless deep down. Qiao Shenxing never loved his deceased wife, nor did he ever love me.”

Wen Ya was telling her that Qiao Nanchu would be a heartless lover too.

“Your end will be the same as mine.” Wen Ya’s eyes reddened, tearfully pleading with her, “Go back to your hometown, please, for the sake of my child, give it a chance to live.”

A family like the Qiao’s would never allow a mother and daughter to marry into the same family.

Wen Baiyang picked up the pen, then set it down without writing anything.

At nine o’clock, Qiao Nanchu came over.

She sat at the dining table, staring blankly at a pot of brewed tea. Qiao Nanchu let himself in and came up to her side, and she just stared blankly at him.

“Why so absentminded? You didn’t even notice me coming in.”

She asked in sign language, “Have you eaten?”

He shook his head.

“I’ll go make you some.”

He pulled her to sit down, “No need to eat, I have to go back to the office soon.” He checked his watch, “I can only stay for fifteen minutes.”

“Have you been very busy recently?”

“Yes,” he said, “I went on a blind date today.”

She paused while pouring tea, spilling some.

Qiao Nanchu took the teapot and set it aside, then wiped the spilt tea off the table with two napkins, “Mr. Qiao has high blood pressure, I went to appease him, but I didn’t speak a word from start to finish.”

The other party was a banker’s daughter.

Other than that, he knew nothing and couldn’t really remember what she looked like.

Wen Baiyang asked him through sign language, “When was it?”

“From four to five.”

During that time, he was chatting with her on WeChat, not talking about anything significant, but the conversation lasted for a long time.

“Did the other person get angry?”

Qiao Nanchu nodded, “Furious.”

He was particularly ungentlemanly, pulling out his phone as soon as he arrived, and whatever the lady across from him said, he didn’t respond, indeed lacking in manners.

However, he didn’t intend to follow up, giving any more courtesy would only complicate things further.

He shifted his chair a little, leaned his elbow on the table, and propped his chin on his hand, “I don’t care whether she is angry or not, are you angry?”

Wen Baiyang shook her head.

This girl’s temperament is very good.

Qiao Nanchu ruffled her hair, “You are my girlfriend, you can be angry.” He suddenly felt an impulse, “Baiyang, shall we elope?”

Mr. Qiao was too obstinate, it was impossible to argue with him about life, maybe he should just run away.

Wen Baiyang shook her head.

He stopped talking and bent down to kiss her.

After Qiao Nanchu left, it wasn’t long before another visitor came, and Wen Baiyang looked uneasily at the person at the door.

“Did I disturb you?”

It was Qiao Nanchu’s grandfather.

The next day, Fifth Master Xu got married for the fourth time, to a young model in her early twenties. The banquet was held at the Xu family villa, but since it was his fourth marriage, they kept it low-key with only very close friends and family invited, setting up four tables.

Xu Pozhi took Luo Qinghe with him.

He left her in the room, “I’ll come back to take you down in a bit.”

Luo Qinghe nodded blankly, clutching her clothes; the last time she had dressed up was half a month ago.

Xu Pozhi locked the door when he left. Since he would be introducing her to others later, he didn’t lock her with an iron chain. As soon as he was gone, she immediately changed her expression, rummaged around the room, found a pair of scissors, cut the bedsheet into strips, tied them around her body, and climbed out the window.

The banquet was set up outside the villa.

Jiang Zhi ignored everyone, found a secluded spot, and took out her phone.

Fangbao’s Boyfriend: “Xu Fang.”

Zhou Xufang responded quickly to the WeChat message.

Fangbao: “Hmm?”

Fangbao’s Boyfriend: “Where are you hiding?”

Fangbao: “On the roof.”

Jiang Zhi looked up discreetly.

Fangbao’s Boyfriend: “Can you see me?”

Zhou Xufang, dressed in black and motionless, was lying on the roof, blending in like a piece of charcoal.

Fangbao: “I can see you.”

Just then, Qiao Nanchu arrived.

Jiang Zhi sent a kissing emoji, “Fighting with your grandfather again?” She could hear Mr. Qiao’s angry curses from afar.

Qiao Nanchu, looking very irritated: “Yes.”

There was a small pavilion at the back of the villa for cooling off, Jiang Zhi placed a handkerchief on the stone bench before sitting down, “I heard you’ve managed to offend every single unmarried socialite in the circle recently.”

“Don’t revel in my misfortune.” Qiao Nanchu sat down, lifting his chin, “Your trouble is coming as well.”

“Jiang Zhi!”

Luo Qinghe, hearing footsteps from behind, panicked and ran towards the first person she saw: “Jiang Zhi!” She looked around, not seeing anyone behind, but the footsteps were getting closer, she was trapped and sounded desperate, “Jiang Zhi, please help me, Xu Pozhi is a psychopath, please help me!”

Jiang Zhi looked up at her, “Miss Luo, are you mistaken about something?”

“The child,” she continually looked behind her, touching her stomach, reaching out to grab Jiang Zhi’s hand, “For the sake of the child, please help me this once.”

Jiang Zhi removed her hand, her disgust apparent, “What does your child have to do with me?”

Luo Qinghe’s expression turned sinister, “He is also your child! Yours!”

She had played her role for half a month, enough to make Xu Pozhi lower his guard, the Luo Family had collapsed, she couldn’t escape, she was completely trapped, “Help me this time, for the sake of your child, and if I can avoid Xu Pozhi, I’ll give you a generous gift.”

“Didn’t I tell you?” His tone was indifferent, “I’m sterile.”

Luo Qinghe froze.

He lifted his chin, “Look, your child’s father is here.”

She turned around and saw Xu Pozhi.