The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie
Chapter 412: 412: Progress of Jiang-Tang CP, Xu Jiuru faced with everyone's desertion (second update)

Chapter 412: 412: Progress of Jiang-Tang CP, Xu Jiuru faced with everyone’s desertion (second update)

“You want my shares, don’t you? Kneel down and beg me, and I might consider it.”

Xu Jiuru was stunned.

“Not kneeling?” Jiang Fuxi took out her mobile phone unhurriedly and dialed a number, “Brother Zhi—”

“Wait!”

Xu Jiuru struggled for a long time before kneeling down with the support of a chair, her fists clenched at her sides. Biting her teeth, she took a deep breath, “Fuxi, for the sake of raising you, help the Jiang Family this one time.”

Jiang Fuxi filled her cup to the brim with tea and let Xu Jiuru kneel as she slowly savored her drink. “The Jiang Family has reached this point today thanks to half of my efforts. I’ve taken so much pain to cripple your hands and feet; do you think I’ll give up halfway?” She chuckled lightly, “Grandma, how can you be so fanciful?”

“You, you—”

Xu Jiuru grew so angry that her face turned blue. She fell backward and hit the leg of a chair. She grabbed her collar, stretched her neck, and gasped heavily, “You… cough cough cough cough cough…”

Jiang Fuxi laughed even more joyously, leaning over to look at the elderly woman kneeling with a hunched back on the ground, “How does the medicine that Jiang Zhi has been taking taste to you?”

Xu Jiuru choked and vomited a mouthful of blood.

The blood splattered on Jiang Fuxi’s shoes. She bent down to wipe it off with a handkerchief.

“Heh.”

After finishing her laugh, her smile dropped, and her eyes instantly darkened. “You really had it coming.”

The Gui Family, too, cursed that she had it coming.

“Mother!”

It was Jiang Wei’er. She rushed in, flustered, trying to help Xu Jiuru on the ground. Blood covered Xu Jiuru’s mouth, and she was coughing so hard that she couldn’t catch her breath. Her legs kicked out straight, and she fainted.

Jiang Wei’er looked up and asked Jiang Fuxi, “What have you done?”

“That’s a question for your ‘good mother.'”

Jiang Wei’er raised her hand and slapped her, “Then do you know what you’re doing?”

Her hand was strong, causing Jiang Fuxi to be met with a brief ringing in her ears.

“Fuxi.” The Gui Family’s eyes turned red in urgency.

Jiang Fuxi touched her numb face with the back of her hand, let out a laugh, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, and looked up.

“Slap!”

The second slap was even harder.

Both the Gui Family and Jiang Fuxi were stunned in place.

Jiang Wei’er’s eyes were slightly red. “I just got the news that someone has tampered with my mother’s medicine. At her age, that kind of chronic poison could take her life in three months. If she has done something vile and sinful, I wouldn’t oppose you seeking justice through the proper channels, but no one should resort to endangering human lives.” After speaking, she helped Xu Jiuru off the ground and called out towards the house, “Jiang Chuan, call an ambulance.”

That night, Jiang Fuxi and the Gui Family moved out of the Jiang Mansion. Her orange cat named He Xi was not taken away and died in the fountain in the backyard.

Xu Jiuru fell into a coma for a day and a night and woke up only the following evening.

She opened her eyes and saw her eldest son.

“Mother.”

Jiang Weikai was the only one in the hospital room.

Xu Jiuru glanced around, not seeing the person she wanted to find, and removed her oxygen mask, “Where is Lin? Call Lin over here.”

Jiang Weikai said, “He’s on the way.”

“Tell him,” she said with difficulty, catching her breath, “no matter what the cost, he must not let the Jiang Family fall into the Lu Family’s hands.”

Jiang Weikai pressed the call button on the bed, “Please, focus on your recovery. Don’t worry about these things; Lin knows what to do.”

“Knows what to do?” Xu Jiuru looked at the ceiling and sneered, “Jiang Zhi colluded with the Lu Family to plot against me, and Lin did nothing from beginning to end, as if I wouldn’t know?”

How could she not know the capabilities of the Jiang Family’s eldest grandson? It wasn’t that he couldn’t stop it; he simply stood by and watched, one by one, as she met with utter betrayal and was abandoned by everyone.

“Mother—”

Xu Jiuru’s gaze was hollow as she talked to herself while staring at the glaring light, “In my last life, I must have committed sins to have raised such descendants.”

Jiang Weikai kept silent.

It wasn’t sins from a past life but evils from this one.

When Jiang Xiaolin was eight years old, he was kidnapped. The kidnappers demanded two billion from the Jiang Family, which was in a financial bind at the time. Xu Jiuru did not pay the ransom of two billion. An eight-year-old child set a fire, killing four kidnappers, and crawled back with a body full of injuries. When he arrived at the Jiang Mansion, he was barely alive.

Was that a sin from a past life? No, it was a crime from this one.

The consequences of betrayal and abandonment were indeed sown by her own hands.

At seven-thirty, Jiang Xiaolin drove to the hospital. Just as he entered the hospital’s front gate, he received a call from Tang Xiang.

“Are you coming back tonight?”

It was rare for her to call him proactively.

Jiang Xiaolin’s brows lightened as he cleared the shadow from his face, “Why?”

“Do you want me to save you some dinner?”

Tang Xiang was a competent “nanny,” taking care of his dinner every day after moving into his house.

Jiang Xiaolin slowed his pace, “It actually does sound about right.”

Tang Xiang, “?”

What’s right?

He sounded cheerful, in a good mood, “Like a wife eagerly waiting for her husband to come home.”

“…”

Tang Xiang was silent for a while, “I never knew you were so thick-skinned before.”

He was too timid before, and after confessing, he became reckless.

As a man who had done every conceivable bad thing, he really had no courage in front of her. He hesitated for nearly ten years, wrote dozens of love letters, but never sent one.

“Tang Xiang, I’m almost thirty,” he said with a serious tone, “If I don’t make you mine soon, I’m going to get old.”

Make? Was this man a bandit?

Tang Xiang didn’t want to engage in a drawn-out conversation with him, “You haven’t answered me yet, do you need me to save you dinner?”

“No need, I’m staying overnight at the hospital.” He stopped in front of the hospital room, leaned against the wall, lowered his eyes and the lashes cast a grey shadow under the light. His side profile looked soft, “You should lock the doors and windows since you’ll be at home alone.”

Tang Xiang, “Okay, hanging up.”

“Don’t hang up.”

Tang Xiang paused for a moment, “Is there anything else?”

His voice was low, pleading, almost as if begging her, “Consider me, okay?”

The last word lingered enticingly.

Tang Xiang immediately hung up, touched her face, which was burning hot.

This man…

She sat in the living room for a long time until her heartbeat settled. She got up and poured herself a glass of cold water. After drinking, she went to close the balcony door. Just as the door was about to close, suddenly, a hand wearing black gloves wedged itself in the gap.