The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie
Chapter 323: 323: Someone gets pregnant, someone has a miscarriage.

Chapter 323: 323: Someone gets pregnant, someone has a miscarriage.

She turned around and saw Xu Pozhi.

He walked over with a smile, “I only stepped away for a moment, how did you end up running out here by yourself?” He put his hand on her shoulder, his expression gentle, “Be careful not to agitate the baby.”

She couldn’t believe it.

“You, you all,”

She pushed Xu Pozhi’s hand away, staggering backward, her legs gave out, and she fell to the ground. She looked up at Jiang Zhi, her palms sweating coldly, “You and this pervert conspired against me?”

There was not a ripple in Jiang Zhi’s eyes, “You have only yourself to blame.”

No!

She shook her head forcefully, hysterically shouting at him, “It’s yours, this baby is yours!”

It could only be his.

In this world, only Jiang Zhi was worthy of being the father of her child, she liked him so much…

“It’s my sperm.”

Luo Qinghe turned and saw Xu Pozhi’s eyes glowing with excitement and the willingness to inflict harm.

She backed away, trembling all over, her palms numb from digging her nails into them, and after being dazed for a while, she raised her head, her eyes red with rage, and yelled, “Jiang Zhi!”

It was he who had personally pushed her into hell.

“Do you think you’ve won?”

“Heh.”

She suddenly let out a laugh, a hair-raising laugh, and after laughing, she violently pushed Xu Pozhi away and slammed her abdomen against the edge of a stone bench.

“Luo Qinghe!”

Xu Pozhi reached out but failed to grab her.

She lay on the ground, clutching her belly, with blood seeping out of her legs; her face pale but still laughing, “You think I’ll have a baby for you, dream on.” She gritted her teeth and pushed away the hand embracing her, “Even you… you’re not worthy.”

Blood was all over the ground, glaringly red.

Luo Qinghe lay there, her eyes bloodshot, “Jiang Zhi, just you wait.”

Above her, the ruby hairpin glittered.

“Even you,” the woman’s voice, soft and gentle, “are not worthy.”

Who was speaking?

Zhou Xufang suddenly turned around, only to see a silhouette flash by; she stood up on the rooftop and without hesitation, jumped down.

The woman was wearing a moon-white cheongsam, her figure graceful.

“Miss Fuxi.”

The woman turned around.

There were soup stains on her cheongsam from clumsy servants.

Xu Family’s servant stepped forward, respectfully saying, “Your clothes are ready.”

“Thank you.”

From a reputable family, the lady was raised to be gentle and delicate.

The servant held a very good impression of this Miss Jiang San, smiling, “You’re welcome,” then added, “I’ll take you there now.”

“Okay.”

Tap, tap, tap, tap…

It was the sound of high heels.

Zhou Xufang had heard this sound while lying on the rooftop; oh, she realized, the person who had been following Luo Qinghe wasn’t Xu Pozhi, it was Jiang Fuxi.

Ten minutes earlier.

Xu Pozhi rushed out of the room in a hurry.

Jiang Fuxi encountered him at the door, “Uncle,” she approached, “what happened?”

“Have you seen your aunt?”

She nodded, her voice warm, “She’s in the pavilion out back.”

Zhou Xufang jumped out of the window, put on her earpiece, “Shuangjiang.”

The computer received the voice and converted it into text.

Shuangjiang: “I’m here.”

“I need to look someone up.”

Shuangjiang typed, and the software automatically converted it to a voice: “Who?”

Zhou Xufang said, “Jiang Fuxi.”

This Jiang Fuxi gave off a strange feeling.

Shuangjiang replied quickly after seeing the words on the computer screen, “I’ll get back to you once I have news.”

“Mm.”

“Wait, I have a visitor.”

“Okay.” Zhou Xufang went up to the rooftop and lay down.

Wen Baiyang turned off the doorbell light indicator connected to the room, stood up to open the door, and was slightly startled by the person she saw, stepping back frantically before forcefully shutting the door.

Bang!

The door was braced from the outside; a gloved hand reached inside.

In the room, a message popped up on the screen:

“Shuangjiang.”

“Shuangjiang.”

Bang!

A wine glass was knocked over; Wen Ya covered her mouth, squatting to the side to retch.

The table full of guests watched her.

Second Mrs. Xu, the hostess, approached to inquire, “What’s wrong?”

Wen Ya wiped her lips with a handkerchief, “I don’t feel well, I can’t stand the smell of meat.”

One blunt lady asked, “Aren’t you pregnant?”

She smiled, neither denying nor admitting anything, and returned to her seat with an apology, “I’m really sorry for disturbing your meal.”

“Mrs. Qiao is too polite.” Second Mrs. Xu handed over a clean bowl filled with soup, “Have some soup. It’s very light.”

“Thank you.”

Wen Ya took small sips of the soup. With no makeup, she looked well-cared-for, and with her head bowed and eyes lowered, she resembled a delicate and graceful maiden from a modest household.

At the table, the guests had varied expressions, speculating quietly among themselves.

It was Wen Ya’s husband, however, who appeared calm, “Feeling very unwell?”

She whispered, “A bit.”

Qiao Shenxing stood up, “Go rest for a while. I’ll take you there.”

“Mm.”

Wen Ya bid farewell to the ladies and left her seat, following her husband.

At the table, a newlywed commented, “Mr. and Mrs. Qiao from Qiao City really seem to love each other.”

Love each other?

Heh, haven’t heard the latest gossip about Mr. Qiao, have they?

Qiao Shenxing brought her to a guest room prepared in advance by the Xu Family. He led the way, then, sitting down in the room, he loosened his tie a bit, took a cigarette, and lit it casually, “Are you pregnant?”

Wen Ya shyly nodded, “Mm.”

He rubbed the ring on his ring finger and smiled at his wife, “You must have gone to great lengths to get pregnant.”

The ring on his finger was his wedding ring, given by his late wife. Even after marrying Wen Ya, he never removed it, simply saying he was used to it.

Everyone said Mr. Qiao’s marriage to his previous wife was a union of convenience, devoid of affection. Wen Ya believed it as well, but was it truly so?

She remembered, on the day before she married him, he had said, “In this life, Qiao Shenxing will only have one son, Qiao Nanchu.”

He had made his stance clear, he didn’t want any more children.

Wen Ya asked carefully, “Aren’t you happy?”

He took a drag of his cigarette, “Why wouldn’t I be?”

He liked women who were obedient and easy to handle.

The news that Mrs. Qiao was pregnant spread among the guests within minutes.

Jiang Zhi’s cup was filled with warm milk. He took a sip, “Congratulations.”

Qiao Nanchu was extremely annoyed, “Get lost.”

The phone on the table belonging to Jiang Zhi rang; it was Zhou Xufang calling. With a narrowing of the eyes and a pleased tone, he answered, “What’s up, bored already?”

Zhou Xufang sounded worried, “Jiang Zhi, pass the phone to Mr. Qiao.”

Jiang Zhi instantly became displeased, “What do you want with him?” He glanced towards the rooftop with a ghostly gaze.

Zhou Xufang urged, “Hurry up.”

“…”

Hmph!

So his boyfriend was just for show, was he? He tossed his phone onto the table, “My girlfriend wants to talk to you.”

Qiao Nanchu laughed, picking up the phone, “Hey, sis-in-law.”

“Mr. Qiao, this is Zhou Xufang.”

Qiao Nanchu smiled at someone who was clearly jealous, “What’s the matter?”

“Bai Yang’s phone is unreachable, and she’s not replying to emails. I’m a bit worried about her.”

His expression instantly tensed, “When did this happen?”

Zhou Xufang said, “Ten minutes ago.”

He tried Bai Yang’s number from his own phone, but still no one answered. Growing anxious, he said, “Contact me if there’s any news.”

He handed the phone back to Jiang Zhi and stood up to leave, dialing Bai Yang’s school as he walked. He contacted everyone he could think of but still couldn’t find out Bai Yang’s whereabouts, so he called the Criminal Intelligence Department.

It was Li Xiaodong who answered, “Captain.”

“Pull up the surveillance from around Jiajing Garden for me.”

By the tone of his voice, it seemed serious. Li Xiaodong asked, “Is there a new case? Should I notify the Criminal Investigation Team?”

Qiao Nanchu drove with one hand, picking up speed, “It’s personal.”

“Understood.”

Zhou Xufang was frantic because Bai Yang had suddenly disappeared. Jiang Zhi lost his appetite for the feast and took her back first. She was very anxious, pacing back and forth in the room.

At eight o’clock in the evening, Qiao Nanchu called.

Just as Jiang Zhi hung up, Zhou Xufang rushed over to ask, “What’s the situation?”

“The surveillance captured Wen Ya and Mr. Qiao entering Jiajing Garden, but there’s no footage of Bai Yang leaving, nor any other suspicious individuals.”

“Could she be hiding somewhere in the complex?”

Jiang Zhi shook his head, “Nanchu had people search every house, nothing.”

If she wasn’t in the complex and hadn’t left, it’s not like she could have just vanished into thin air.

The more Zhou Xufang thought about it, the more suspicious it seemed, “I want to go check Jiajing Garden.”

“I’ll go with you.”

At half-past eight, at the Qiao Family residence.

Qiao Nanchu looked at his grandfather with a piercing gaze, “What did you say to her?”

Qiao Hongzhou kept a stern face, “Nothing much, just chatted briefly.”

What else could there be? Pleas to the girl to let his grandson off the hook.

“She’s missing.”

His tone was accusatory.

Mr. Qiao grew irritated immediately, “Are you trying to imply that I had a hand in this?”