The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie
Chapter 424: 424: The Death of Xu Jiuru (Second Update

Chapter 424: 424: The Death of Xu Jiuru (Second Update

Three days later, a notice was issued from the shareholders’ meeting of the group that Jiang Fuli had transferred all his shares to Jiang Xiaolin and resigned from his position as the deputy general manager of the group.

For Xu Jiuru, this was good news, but unfortunately, she could no longer hear it. At three o’clock in the morning that day, she removed her oxygen mask and intravenous drip, and her time of death was at three forty-five.

The day before she committed suicide, everything seemed normal.

At five in the afternoon, her spirits had improved slightly. She provided a statement, still refusing to plead guilty. The police said the trial date would be set soon, but her current condition might lead to house arrest.

At six o’clock, Xu Jiuru had a fit, vomiting blood once. All her organs were failing, and her bodily functions were shutting down. The doctors asked her family to prepare for the worst.

It was uncertain whether death or prison would come first.

At seven twenty in the evening, due to her severe illness, Xu Jiuru requested the serious cases unit allow her family to visit, which they did; hence, she only saw Jiang Wei’er and Jiang Weikai.

The siblings entered wearing disposable sterile isolation gowns.

Xu Jiuru tried to sit up.

Jiang Wei’er pressed her emaciated hand, “Lie down, don’t get up.”

Xu Jiuru removed her oxygen mask, her cheekbones high and looking drastically thin, her voice feeble, faintly gasping, “How is Bingxue?”

“Outside.”

She glanced at the door, her eyes cloudy and unfocused, “Having him by your side, I can rest easy.”

“Rest, you shouldn’t talk too much,” Jiang Wei’er tried to put her oxygen mask back on.

Xu Jiuru shook her head, pushing her hand away, and pulled out a manila envelope from under her pillow, trembling as she handed it over, “Take this.”

Jiang Wei’er took it but didn’t open it.

“You’ve given all your shares to Lin, so I’ve prepared another dowry for you,” Xu Jiuru coughed a few times, covering her mouth, “Don’t quarrel with Bingxue anymore, live well with him. Bingxue has been raised under my eye, I trust him completely.”

Jiang Wei’er remained silent.

Xu Jiuru paused for a long duration, struggling to gather energy before continuing, “Old Sir Xue is a decent man, once you marry into their family, he will surely treat you well.”

It was as if she was making her final arrangements.

Jiang Wei’er felt a sting in her nose, “Why are you saying all this?”

“I am your mother, if I don’t say these things, who will?”

If she didn’t say them now, she never would.

Xu Jiuru reached out to Jiang Wei’er.

Jiang Wei’er held her hand, feeling its icy chill.

“Lin and Jiang Zhi might hate me, but they are people of deep loyalty. They will not extend their anger towards you, and you should not distance yourself from them because of me, especially from Lin, as he is your blood uncle. If you ever face difficulties, go to him.”

Jiang Wei’er nodded in agreement.

Xu Jiuru motioned with her hand, “Weikai.”

Jiang Weikai stepped forward, “Mother, what do you need?”

“I am sorry for what I put you and your father through, take good care of Wei’er.” She covered her mouth, coughing for a long duration, her complexion from pale to ashen, “And take more care of Wei Li.”

Jiang Weikai didn’t speak, just nodded.

After finishing her instructions, Xu Jiuru then said, “Call Jiang Zhi here, I want to see him once.”

Her gaze was vacant, seeming already delirious, but when she mentioned Jiang Zhi’s name, her pupils contracted slightly.

Still unable to put aside their enmity?

Jiang Wei’er said, “He won’t come.”

A dead emptiness filled Xu Jiuru’s eyes, “I need to rest a while.” She closed her eyes.

Jiang Wei’er put the oxygen mask back on her.

Then she went out and cried.

Jiang Weikai patted her shoulder; he was almost two rounds older than Jiang Wei’er, not quite seeming like a brother, but rather like a father, “Mother had five children, but she loved you and Weixuan the most.”

The others weren’t much loved or unloved.

“When Xiaolin was in trouble, I confronted her, asking if it had been Wei’er who was kidnapped, would she give up those two billion yuan,” Jiang Weikai’s eyes brimmed with tears, “She didn’t respond, but I think she would have. You and Weixuan are the least like her, that’s why she loved you two the most.”

Xu Jiuru must have really despised herself, so perhaps that’s why she especially loved those two of her children who weren’t like her.

Jiang Wei’er bowed her head, silent, tears falling onto her shoes, with a helpless Xue Bingxue standing behind her.

Jiang Weikai sighed and dialed Jiang Xiaolin, “Aren’t you coming to the hospital?”

Jiang Xiaolin grunted, “Might as well kill her.” The old lady probably didn’t want to see this unfilial offspring either.

Jiang Weikai cursed a few words at him before hanging up.

At seven thirty in the evening, Jiang Zhi received a call from Jiang Wei’er.

“Jiang Zhi.”

“Hmm.”

Jiang Wei’er was silent for a long time, “She wants to see you.”

Jiang Zhi’s pen dropped to the floor; picking it up, he said, “I won’t go.”

“I understand.”

Jiang Wei’er hung up the phone.

Zhou Xufang, who had been reading a paperback novel on the sofa in the study, heard the phone conversation and moved a stool to sit beside Jiang Zhi. Leaning over his desk, she looked at him, “Jiang Fuxi administered her medication, her days are numbered.”

Jiang Zhi put down his pen and leaned in to hug her, “I’m not going, there’s nothing left to say.”

A laugh to dissolve old hatreds?

Impossible. Xu Jiuru wasn’t that kind of person, and neither was he. They were both vengeful, both ruthless.

At three fifty-five in the morning, Jiang Zhi received another call from Jiang Wei’er. When he returned to the room after the call, Zhou Xufang had already woken.

“Is something wrong?”

Jiang Zhi sat back on the bed, pulling the air-conditioning blanket over her abdomen, “Xu Jiuru passed away.” He kept his head low, his actions momentarily pausing, “It was suicide.”

Zhou Xufang was both surprised and not surprised.

Xu Jiuru had previously gone to the rooftop intending to commit suicide.

“She probably wanted to die with a little more dignity, not wanting to rot in prison,” Jiang Zhi stretched his arms around Zhou Xufang, his face buried in her shoulder, his voice very low, “To her, her pride was her life.”

Zhou Xufang extended her hand to his back, gently patting, “You should go to the hospital.”

His voice was muffled, “I’m not going.”

At four thirty-nine in the morning, Jiang Xiaolin was at the hospital when he saw Jiang Zhi.