The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie
Chapter 417: 417: Xinglan's little ancestor meets Jiang Zhi's little ancestor (first update)

Chapter 417: 417: Xinglan’s little ancestor meets Jiang Zhi’s little ancestor (first update)

“Are you trying to kill yourself?”

The voice came from behind.

Xu Jiuru turned around, “Why, do you wish me dead?”

Lin Qiunan walked up.

She still remembered the first time she met Xu Jiuru. At that time, they were eighteen years old.

She was a girl from a small town, and the locals in Imperial City were somewhat arrogant, looking down on those who spoke with an accent. School had started for a while, and no one in the class had spoken to her.

Xu Jiuru was the first one to greet her, “Hello.”

She was stunned at that moment, “H-hello.”

Xu Jiuru, at eighteen, was very pretty, composed yet approachable, “My name is Xu Jiuru, what’s yours?”

“Qiunan.” She instantly liked the intellectual and gentle girl, smiling as she said, “My name is Lin Qiunan.”

“Can I sit next to you?”

“Yes.”

The seat next to her had been empty for days. Xu Jiuru sat down.

During the break, Xu Jiuru wrote her a note, “Lunch together?”

She replied with one word: “Okay.”

From that day on, they became close friends who talked about everything, until Third Young Master Lu appeared at the age of nineteen…

If life were as good as the first encounter.

In a blink of an eye, over fifty years had passed, they both had aged, and the youthful faces were now lined with wrinkles. Looking at the person before her, Lin Qiunan saw that only her eyes still held the contours of the past.

“I do wish you dead.” She said, “Jump.”

Xu Jiuru, eyes red, yelled, “Lin Qiunan!”

In her eyes was towering rage, wishing death upon both, wanting to tear the person before her apart.

Lin Qiunan sneered, “What are you yelling for? A defeated subordinate like you, what right do you have to yell at me? Look at yourself, after scheming for most of your life, you’ve still ended up deserted by everyone.”

She knew what Xu Jiuru couldn’t bear to hear, knew where her frustration lay.

She walked a few steps forward and glanced downstairs, “Jumping from here would probably smash you into a bloody pulp, not even a dignified death. That’s your retribution.”

Xu Jiuru, infuriated, her face contorted, “You, you, you—”

“Why don’t you jump? I’m waiting to watch.”

“Lin Qiunan,” she gritted her teeth, her face ashen, her whole body shaking, “I won’t forgive you even as a ghost!”

“Then go be a ghost first, then come find me.”

After saying this, Lin Qiunan turned around and left.

She probably won’t jump, being such a proud person…

The wind was strong on the rooftop, and a voice filled with exhaustive cursing came from behind, “Go die!”

Lin Qiunan turned around.

Xu Jiuru rushed over and pushed hard.

One minute ago—

“Lin Qiunan!”

Zhou Xufang stopped in her tracks, recognizing the voice as Xu Jiuru.

Jiang Zhi asked, “What’s wrong?”

“Be quiet.”

She listened closely, the voices seemed to be coming from above.

“What are you yelling for, a defeated subordinate like you…”

That was Grandma Jiang Zhi’s voice.

“Look at yourself, after scheming for most of your life, you’ve still ended up deserted by everyone.”

“Jumping from here would probably smash you into a bloody pulp, that’s your retribution.”

Jumping down?

Was Xu Jiuru about to jump off a building, and Grandma Jiang Zhi was also present?

Jiang Zhi couldn’t hear these noises. Seeing Zhou Xufang lingering, he felt uneasy: “Xufang.”

Zhou Xufang continued to listen.

“Xufang?”

She shoved the ultrasound report into his hand.

“What’s wrong—”

Jiang Zhi had not finished speaking when, with a whoosh, the figure vanished.

Jiang Zhi: “…”

Lord Black Impermanence had vanished, leaving him behind.

“Thud!”

A mineral water bottle hit the ground, rolling to Jiang Zhi’s feet. He looked up and saw a figure hiding around the corridor corner.

It was a girl, looking harmless, her gaze naive. She had her mouth open in astonishment, stammering, “She, she, she…”

Jiang Zhi: “You saw it wrong.”

The girl covered her mouth, terrified.

As Jiang Zhi walked towards where Zhou Xufang had disappeared, he dialed Vice President Sun, “Handle the surveillance for me.”

After Jiang Zhi had gone, the girl in the corner came to a realization, scratching her head with an enlightened expression, “Oh, it’s 011.”

011 had never seen her but she had seen 011.

011 was excellent, remarkable, and outstanding. Every Friday, 011 would pass by her hospital room door to go to the electroshock room, enduring high-voltage shocks, the only test subject in the entire lab who could walk in and out; others had to be carried out.

As for her, she was 020, not even qualified to enter the voltage room by walking, possessing the most side effects among the test subjects during the experimental period, the inferior among the inferior products, the very worst of the worst. After the lab exploded, inferior product 020 miraculously survived, unnoticed and unacknowledged, repatriated by international police back to her country where—

Her genes had mutated; her name—Chen Xiangtai.

Fourteenth-floor rooftop.

“Go die!”

With a powerful push by Xu Jiuru, Lin Qiunan was caught off guard, stumbling backward, her back against the rooftop railing as the force pushed her over.

Zhou Xufang kicked open the wind-blown door, leapt straight into the air, and grabbed Lin Qiunan’s hand.

Lin Qiunan looked up, “Xufang…”

Zhou Xufang was hanging in mid-air, one hand grasping Lin Qiunan’s wrist, the other gripping the half-human-height stone wall railing of the rooftop. The gravity of that moment was too great, her palm scraped and bleeding, dripping down her fingers.

Her arm muscles tensed, she said to Lin Qiunan, “Hold on to me.”