The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie
Chapter 324: 324: Jiang Zhi, Su Qinghou is here to snatch your wife!

Chapter 324: 324: Jiang Zhi, Su Qinghou is here to snatch your wife!

The old man’s temper flared instantly, “Are you coming at me with accusations?”

Yes.

He was bringing accusations, “Was it you who had her taken?”

Qiao Hongzhou stood up furiously, pointing at him and cursed loudly, “You bastard, do you think I’m some sort of thug, kidnapping people?”

“Aren’t you? Bullying a young girl.”

Qiao Hongzhou picked up the cup next to him and hurled it, but he ultimately didn’t have the heart to hit him, the cup smashing at his feet.

“Get out of here!”

He didn’t leave, standing motionless, “Grandpa, help me find her.”

Blood pressure rising to his head, Qiao Hongzhou’s face turned pale, and he huffed heavily, “I wish she would go far away.” Find her? In your dreams!

Qiao Nanchu maintained a devil-may-care attitude from start to finish, “If I can’t find her, I won’t come back either. I’ll just die out there.”

Qiao Hongzhou stumbled backward, his voice heavy, “You—you—” his face red and ears hot, struggling to breathe, nearly fainting from anger, “You’re threatening me?”

He knelt down and kowtowed, “Forgive your unfilial grandson.”

After saying that, he got up and left.

Qiao Hongzhou, unsteady on his feet, clung to a chair and roared, “You stop right there!”

He left without heed, not even turning his head.

“Qiao Nanchu!”

Qiao Hongzhou’s vision darkened, and he collapsed back into the chair.

This damned kid!

Qiao Shenxing was outside the door, peeking into the study. Thankfully, the old master’s eyes were still open, still clinging to life.

“You know your grandpa’s almost eighty, do you really want to be the death of him?”

He said nothing, just walked away.

Qiao Shenxing grabbed him, “For a woman, is it worth causing such a fuss?”

He turned around, eyes frosty, “I am not you.”

Who talks to their dad like that?

Qiao Shenxing let go, “Get lost. Just seeing you gives me a headache.”

Raising a son? It was more like nurturing an adversary.

“When you have the time, deal with your wife.”

He dropped that line and went downstairs.

Wen Ya was just in the living room, and when she saw him coming down, she asked gently and softly, “Nanchu, won’t you stay for dinner?”

“Stop seeking out my girlfriend, this is my final warning to you.”

His eyes were brimming with a murderous intent.

Wen Ya turned pale.

After Qiao Nanchu left, she went over to her husband, “Shenxing,” her words unfinished as tears began to fall, “you see how Nanchu is dissatisfied with me, now I’m in a no-win situation, Bai Yang is my daughter, how could I not care for her, but Nanchu is your only son, and even though you don’t say it, I know you’re not happy with Bai Yang.”

Qiao Shenxing sat down, listening to her sob story.

“You know my situation in the Qiao Family. I can’t say much to Nanchu, so I can only try to reason with Bai Yang.” She wiped her tears, crying inconsolably, “She’s my own flesh and blood, but for Nanchu’s sake, I’ve said all sorts of unpleasant things, only to end up struggling in vain and making Nanchu loathe me.”

By the end, she was crying uncontrollably.

Wen Ya was skilled at appearing weak, with nine out of ten sentences accompanied by tears.

In the past, Qiao Shenxing might have been interested in comforting her, but today, he had no patience for it, “You say you care about your daughter, right? It’s been half a day since she disappeared, what have you as her mother done?”

Wen Ya’s expression stiffened, her eyes reddened, and the tears began to shimmer again, “Dad already dislikes me, how can I bring it up?”

Qiao Shenxing replied indifferently, “But you could bring it up with your own daughter, could you?”

In that moment, she saw mockery, indifference, impatience, and weariness in this man’s eyes.

Wen Ya panicked, “Shenxing…”

She choked up, crying like raindrops on a pear blossom, endlessly weeping.

Qiao Shenxing drew her close, “Stop crying,” he wiped her tears gently, “It’s not good for the baby.”

Wen Ya nodded, suppressing her tears.

She seemed to have never truly seen through the man beside her.

Qiao Shenxing had appeased his wife and then proceeded upstairs to the study. Upon entering, a book was hurled at him.

The old man had just taken his medication to lower his blood pressure, but his anger had not subsided, “How did you teach your son!”

Qiao Shenxing, dressed in formal attire, looked mature and refined in his forties or fifties, “Monkey see, monkey do, I teach him just as you taught me.”

“…”

Qiao Hongzhou was fuming with rage.

One after another, none gave him peace of mind!

“Don’t rush to anger, let’s find the person first.” Qiao Shenxing poured a glass of cold tea for the old man, “If that girl really ran into trouble, who knows what your grandson might do.”

Out of all the grandchildren in the Qiao family, he was the most rebellious and unruly.

Qiao Hongzhou snorted, although reluctant, this was his own grandson, after all, he couldn’t truly be harsh. After drinking the tea, he made a phone call.

“Lao Wei, it’s me.”

“Nothing much, just help me find someone.”

Lao Wei?

That Lao Wei from the special military district.

At eight fifty, Zhou Xufang heard commotion outside Jiajing Garden.

“There are a lot of people outside the complex.”

Jiang Zhi said, “It must be the Qiao family in action.”

Zhou Xufang glanced back and continued to check the placement of the surveillance cameras.

Jiajing Garden had decent security, with surveillance cameras installed at the elevator entrance, stairwell entrance, and all other exits. But why didn’t they capture Wen Baiyang being taken away?

“Are all the surveillance cameras working?”

Jiang Zhi hummed in affirmation, “They’re all normal.”

Zhou Xufang thought about the routes she took during her missions, “Then the only way would be through places the cameras can’t see.” She surveyed the surroundings, avoiding the cameras, and walked all the way to the rooftop from Wen Baiyang’s front door.

The rooftop was also Zhou Xufang’s usual route of passage.

Jiang Zhi had checked around on the rooftop and found nothing unusual, door locks and pipes were intact, “There’s also surveillance downstairs, and taking a person with them, jumping down from the eighteenth floor, isn’t very likely.”

It wasn’t likely for a normal person, but what if they were like her?

She looked at the building opposite and said to Jiang Zhi, “Wait here for me.”

The distance between the two buildings wasn’t far; ordinary people couldn’t cross it, but for her, it was a piece of cake.

Without the need for a run-up, she effortlessly leaped across.

Jiang Zhi waited on the rooftop for a good while before she returned.

“Why that expression?”

Zhou Xufang’s face was grave as she opened her palm, holding a needle, “The needle has penicillin on it. The person who took Bai Yang was targeting me, and is no ordinary person.”

Changling Hospital.

Su Chan stood at the door of a top-floor ward, looking up when she heard footsteps, “Qing Hou.”

He didn’t know the way, so after thanking the nurse leading him, he walked over, “Where’s the person?”

“Inside.”

He pushed the door open.

The girl’s hands and feet were bound, discarded on an abandoned operating table.

He stepped forward, removed the black cloth over her head, and took a glance, the excitement in his eyes immediately doused with ice water, “The one in contact with Su Lihua was her?”

Not 011.

Su Chan nodded, “These past years, Su Lihua has been secretly communicating with her.”

That year he had blown up the lab, Su Lihua played the opportunist, taking 011 away. Eight years had gone by without a trace, besides Su Lihua, no one knew where 011 was.

“Wake her up.”

Su Chan, wearing a black mask, approached and injected a syringe into the girl on the bed, and after a short while, she woke up.

Wen Baiyang opened her eyes to see Su Chan’s black leather jacket. She looked around and asked in sign language, “Who are you?”

Su Qinghou didn’t understand sign language.

“Can’t talk?”

Wen Baiyang stepped back.

She had seen this face in a photograph.

“If you can’t talk, then nod or shake your head.” He caressed the watch on his hand, pressed it lightly, and a sharp blade slid out from next to the watchband. Ignoring the girl’s frightened expression, he leaned over and slowly cut the rope off her feet, “Do you recognize Su Lihua?”

Wen Baiyang nodded.

He asked again, “What about 011?”

She shook her head, trying to remain calm.

“Don’t recognize, huh,” the blade paused, and he looked up, “That makes things difficult.”

Wen Baiyang shrank back a bit.

At that moment, a ringtone suddenly sounded.

Su Qinghou glanced at the number, laughed, then answered and put it to his ear.

“Su Qinghou, release her.”

Not only did they address him by name, they also ordered him around.

Really annoying, Su Qinghou tapped the phone’s screen, “Okay, let’s trade for 011.”

Su Lihua said, “Let’s talk.”

He gave an address and then hung up the phone.

Su Qinghou flicked the phone in his hand, smashed it on the ground, and his expression darkened instantly, “Always hanging up on me, don’t you think this guy is irritating?”

Su Chan answered, “Yes.”

His eyelid lifted, glaring at her, “Who from the Su Family are you to dislike?”

“…”

He was always capricious and violent.

“Keep an eye on her.” After giving the order, he left.

Next to the women’s restroom on the second floor of the VIP hospital ward, stood two men.

The taller one looked inside, “Why hasn’t she come out yet?”

The shorter man turned to the female nurse, “Go in and check.”

The nurse went in, looked around, and came out, “Miss Luo isn’t inside.”

That nurse wearing a mask just now…

“She hasn’t gotten far, go after her!”

Luo Qinghe had a miscarriage. Besides not wanting the child, it was also a way to save herself, her last chance.

She went to the dean’s office.

“Why are you up? Go back and rest.”

Such hypocritical kindness!

She was running out of time and got straight to the point, “Help me escape.”

Xiao Yi held a thermos in his hand and was drinking tea, “Your reason for being under house arrest no longer holds, once you’re well, the police will take you into custody. Escaping now is the same as prison break.”

Her child was gone. According to the law, she had to return to prison.

She took off the hairpin with a ruby on her head, removed the memory card inside, and placed it on the table, “This is a backup.”

Xiao Yi glanced at it, “What is it?”

“Something Uncle might be interested in.”

She, his niece, was very smart, saving quit a few trump cards. He took the memory card, inserted it into the computer, and there was only one video file inside.

He clicked on it.

“You want the original, right? Alright, I’ll give it to you, I’ll give you anything you want!”

The video showed Tang Xiang.

There was also Luo Qinghe; she had tied He Xiangxiu to the railings of Zhangjiang Bridge, holding a dagger in her hand.

“It’s too late, I don’t want it anymore.”

“Luo Qinghe!”

“The Zhangjiang River flows fast; if you fall in, chances of survival should be slim. My dad died here, Aunt Xiu, why don’t you go join him?”

With that, she neatly slit with the knife.

“Mom!”

The moment Ms. He fell, the cut rope was caught, and almost at the same time, Luo Qinghe’s neck was choked by a hand wearing black gloves.

She struck the person’s glasses off with her hand, and beneath them were a pair of blood-red eyes.

“I don’t hit women, but today I’ll have to make an exception.”

It was Zhou Xufang.

She pushed Luo Qinghe away, pulled Ms. He back onto the bridge from the railings, and once again positioned herself in front of Luo Qinghe, all in the blink of an eye.

“I remember you warned me that your eyes would turn red when you got angry. I didn’t believe it then. Turns out, you really are a monster.”

“Yeah, and now the monster is going to kill you.”

“Hahaha…”

“What are you laughing at?”

“Laughing at how stupid you all are, hahaha…”

Click.

Luo Qinghe hit the computer’s spacebar, and the video froze, “Originally, I wanted to make a deal with Jiang Zhi, but he was ruthless, so I couldn’t be righteous.”

Xiao Yi was still in shock.

“Auntie, Zhou Xufang turning out this way, it’s all thanks to you,” she sat down and began to negotiate calmly, “I guess there are many people who would want to have her, like those people from the lab back then.”

How much more did she know!

Xiao Yi’s hand gripping the mouse tightened, “What do you want me to do for you?”

She said, “Help me kill Xu Pozhi.”

Click.

The door opened.

A man’s eyes shimmered with a faint blue layer, “Okay, I’ll help you kill him.”

Xiao Yi stood up rapidly, “Young Master Zhi.”

He was finished…

Su Qinghou walked over, spun Xiao Yi’s chair around, and sat down himself, “Xiao Yi, quite bold, hiding my people right under my nose.”

011 was one of his people.

Yuquan Bay.

Zhou Xufang had just grabbed a black hoodie when Jiang Zhi snatched it away, “I disapprove.”

She continued changing without a word.

Jiang Zhi took the cap embroidered with the letter Z from her hand, his tone unarguable, “Zhou Xufang, I disapprove.”

He disapproved of her going to Su Qinghou to demand people.

Zhou Xufang insisted, “I must go, Bai Yang got kidnapped because of me.”

Jiang Zhi steadied her shoulder, “You stay home, Nanchu and I will go.”

She shook her head, “You don’t understand Su Qinghou, he’s a madman.” She couldn’t even dare to think what Su Qinghou would do to Wen Baiyang.

Jiang Zhi was also adamant, “Since he’s a madman, all the more you can’t walk into his hands.”

As they were at an impasse, Zhou Xufang’s phone suddenly received an email.

She opened it.

A nightmarish face leapt out from the screen, “011, had enough fun?”

He played with a dagger in his hand.

Looking into the camera, his expression suddenly darkened, “If you’ve had enough, then come to me!”

The next second, the camera switched to Wen Baiyang—she was tied up with a time bomb.

The video lasted only ten seconds, followed by an address and a message: Come alone.

This madman!

Zhou Xufang’s eyes reddened in urgency, her thoughts in turmoil, “Jiang Zhi, we can’t hide anymore.”

Jiang Zhi placed the embroidered cap on her, “Don’t panic; I’m here.”