The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie
Chapter 380: 380: Jiang Zhi starts a battle with Xu Jiuru, Wei'er interacts with ice and snow (second update)

Chapter 380: 380: Jiang Zhi starts a battle with Xu Jiuru, Wei’er interacts with ice and snow (second update)

Jiang Wei’er entered and closed the door.

“What do you want to say?”

Jiang Zhi called her, “Fifth Aunt.”

She sat down, “Every time you call me that, my heart flutters.”

Something was off, she felt he was off, everything about him was off.

“This time’s incident, it was Xu Jiuru who did it.”

Xu Jiuru.

He named her directly.

Jiang Wei’er looked at him and said, “Brother Zhi, don’t joke around.”

Jiang Zhi explained plainly, eerily calm, “My illness isn’t congenital, she drugged me.”

Jiang Wei’er was completely stunned.

“She gave me the shares, she let me take charge of the company, not because she favored me as her grandson, but because I was different from Lin, I was her knife, sharpened to stab her enemies.”

He described it lightly, summarizing in just a few sentences, his tone indifferent, as if he were discussing someone else’s affairs.

Jiang Wei’er didn’t believe a word of it.

“Why would your grandmother do this to you?” It was too absurd, she could hardly believe it, “What’s the reason?”

Jiang Zhi’s face was without a ripple, “I’m not a member of the Jiang Family.”

“That’s impossible!”

No one knew better than Jiang Wei’er how much Xu Jiuru favored her young grandson.

Jiang Zhi didn’t explain, “Other than that, I cannot say, because you carry the Jiang surname, you are Xu Jiuru’s daughter.” He laid his cards on the table, “I will harm the Jiang Family, it’s just a matter of time, if you want to help her, you better prepare early.”

Jiang Wei’er fell silent, his words crashing through her mind.

If he wasn’t part of the Jiang Family, he could only be… from the Lu Family.

No wonder Zhou Xufang asked about being born premature, no wonder the grandmother who usually adored her grandson didn’t severely punish Jiang Chuan and the second branch for drugging.

“Why are you telling me all this?” she looked at Jiang Zhi, “I am Xu Jiuru’s daughter, after all.”

“You are different from her.”

Xu Jiuru was pretending, she wasn’t.

Out of the entire Jiang Family, Jiang Zhi didn’t want to be underhanded with Jiang Wei’er.

“You’re wrong, I’m just like her,” Jiang Wei’er stood up, her eyes blazing, “I’m just like her, so don’t tell me anything, because I will betray you.”

She wouldn’t.

She knew right from wrong, understood good and evil, was upright and kind in a way that didn’t seem like she was taught by Xu Jiuru, while it was him, the impostor of the Jiang Family, who had fully learned Xu Jiuru’s cunning and deceit.

She walked to the door, then stopped, “Can’t you stop?”

“Xu Jiuru won’t stop,” Jiang Zhi didn’t hesitate, “neither will I.”

“Brother Zhi,”

Jiang Wei turned her head, “Can you spare her life?”

She knew what kind of person her mother was, and she also understood Jiang Zhi, there was no need to ask further, she just had to believe that Jiang Zhi was not part of the Jiang Family, and she could guess what her mother had done before and what she would do in the future.

But that was the person who had given birth to her.

Her throat seemed choked, and the words were difficult to utter, “Consider it a plea from me.”

Jiang Zhi hesitated slightly, then after a long moment, replied, “I can.”

“I wasn’t here today.”

Jiang Wei opened the door and left.

Xue Bingxue didn’t see Jiang Zhi; she left with Jiang Wei’er. She didn’t speak the whole way, and once in the car, she closed her eyes and rested her head against the car window.

Xue Bingxue noticed something was off about her, “Wei’er.”

“I’m going to sleep for a bit.”

The car drove on, with wind seeping through the cracked open window.

She closed her eyes, her thoughts drifting, and in a half-sleep state, she even had a dream. In the dream, her brothers and sisters were warming themselves by a fire, and she ran out into the courtyard, where the snow was falling heavily.

“Weixuan.”

“Wei Ning.”

It was her mother calling from outside, “Where has your sister gone?”

The boy and girl both ran out.

They were twins, strikingly alike.

The girl answered, “She was just here a moment ago.”

“Didn’t I tell you to keep an eye on your sister?” her mother called out in the courtyard, “Wei’er.”

“Wei’er.”

At the end of the corridor, a three- or four-year-old girl burst out, her head topped with fluffy snowflakes. She grinned and waved, “Mother, I’m here.”

“Wei’er.”

“Wei’er.”

Jiang Wei’er opened her eyes.

Xue Bingxue was full of worry, “What’s wrong?”

She shook her head, her eyes moist as she looked out the window.

Her phone in her pocket rang, a call from Xu Jiuru. She stared at the number for a long time before answering the phone.

“Are you coming home tonight?”

She said nothing.

“I’m asking you, are you coming back or not?”

“Mother.” As soon as she spoke, her voice choked.

Xu Jiuru picked up on the distress, “What’s wrong?”

She kept silent.

“Did you have another fight with Bingxue?” Xu Jiuru coughed on the phone. Her cough had been severe recently, her voice sounding old and frail, “Wei’er, listen to me for once, don’t argue with him.”

She rambled on over the phone, coaxing, “Mother has been through life and won’t misjudge. Bingxue will treat you well. If you’re with him, I’ll be at peace even after a hundred years.”

Jiang Wei’er wound down the car window and dried her eyes, “I just had a dream.”

“What did you dream about?”

“I dreamt that Brother Zhi was burning charcoal, and my fourth sister told me to move away, saying it would burn.”

The faces in the dream were blurred; she was young then and could hardly remember their appearances.

Xu Jiuru was silent for a long while, “Your brother and sister have been gone for many years.”

When Jiang Wei’er was four, Jiang Weixuan passed away, and Jiang Weining also died when she was twelve.

“Brother Zhi committed suicide, and so did fourth sister,” Jiang Wei’er said weakly, “Mother, can’t we stop?”

“Wei’er, I—”

She hung up the phone.

Before long, Xu Jiuru called again. She didn’t answer but didn’t hang up either.

Xue Bingxue pulled the car over to the side of the road, “Wei’er, what did Jiang Zhi say to you?”

She shook her head, leaned back in the chair, and closed her eyes.

“Jiang Zhi always had poor health as a child; he couldn’t walk steadily even at two or three years old. Each time I came home from school, I’d hold his hand and teach him to walk in the courtyard.”

He didn’t like to be close to others from a young age and didn’t play with others before he met Qiao Nanchu, except for her.

“He rarely called me auntie. When he was little, he always called me sister until he was reprimanded a few times by the old lady of our house, and then he stopped calling altogether.”

After his teenage years, he just called her Wei’er Wei’er.

“I’m only four years older than him. Our old lady had me in her forties or fifties, and because I was a later-in-life daughter, she spoiled me the most. The Jiang children either went into politics or business, no matter whether they liked it or not, they all had to follow the old lady’s arrangements, except me—I went to become an athlete.” She leaned against the window, her eyes still closed, as if sleep talking, “Do you know why I didn’t want to be a businessperson?”

Xue Bingxue didn’t know, as she never mentioned her mother.

“When I was nine, a woman carrying a child who had already stopped breathing ran to our doorstep. She had consumed half a bottle of pesticide, saying she wouldn’t rest even as a ghost until she tormented my mother. Her child was just over two and had also been fed the pesticide; they died together.”

At the time, she had nightmares for two consecutive months, filled with the hysterical curses of the woman and the child’s cyanotic face.

“I later found out that it was due to my mother’s actions to take over their company that resulted in her husband becoming brain-dead.”

Her mother was such a person.

“Bingxue.”

“Yes?”

She kept her eyes closed, her eyelashes trembling, the corners of her eyes wet, “Being the daughter of the Jiang Family is exhausting.”

“Then how about joining the Xue Family?” Xue Bingxue reached out, his fingertips touching her tear-stained cheeks, “Come and be a part of the Xue Family.”

She opened her eyes.

Every time she was drained, he was there.

“Bingxue.”

“Hmm?”

She unbuckled her seatbelt, hugged his neck, and kissed him.

Xue Bingxue’s eyes were wide, staring blankly as she kissed him. When she let go, he asked with a flushed face, “Why did you kiss me?”

“Aren’t you my boyfriend?”

After asking, she pulled her hand back, but he caught it mid-way, “Yes.”

They hadn’t broken up; they never had.

He cupped her face and kissed her deeply.