The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie
Chapter 436: 436: Jiang Zhi cleans up the mess, Jiang Zhi digs up Xu Jiuru's grave (second update)

Chapter 436: 436: Jiang Zhi cleans up the mess, Jiang Zhi digs up Xu Jiuru’s grave (second update)

Jiang Chuan halted his steps, then pulled out a dagger from his sleeve and stabbed with force!

Xiaolin took a step back, blocking the strike with his arm, the cuff instantly soaked with blood. He rolled up his sleeve, not even furrowing his brow, “Resisting arrest and injuring others, the crime is escalated.”

Jiang Chuan, eyes red with urgency, gripped the dagger tightly, and as he turned around, he was struck from behind—

“Thud!”

The vase didn’t break, but the man fell to the ground.

That vase, worth over 10 million, was Xu Jiuru’s favorite before her passing.

Tang Xiang set that 10-million-worth vase down on the ground. When he hit the man, it was all because he was hot-headed, but now panicked: “Is he dead?”

Xiaolin squatted down to check: “He’s not dead.”

Tang Xiang let out a sigh of relief, glancing at the blood-stained vase, “I thought I had killed someone.”

Calmly, Xiaolin took out a handkerchief, carefully wiped the fingerprints and blood off the vase, then said with the same calm tone, “What’s there to be afraid of? No one else saw it.”

“…”

Tang Xiang stared at him, expression serious.

Xiaolin took out a lighter, struck a flame, and burned the handkerchief, “I was just joking.”

That was the real joke.

Members of the Jiang Family, there were few whose moral compass wasn’t skewed. Tang Xiang didn’t call him out on it; this was the boyfriend she chose, and she’d take the fall for it!

“Why did you come?” The injured person was in good spirits.

“I came for you.” Tang Xiang glanced at his hand, frowning, “Your hand had just healed, and now it’s wounded again.”

“Good timing, this means you’ll have to stay at my place longer,” the person in question raised his still-bleeding hand, justifying it reasonably, “My hand is injured.”

That evening, Jiang Zhi made a trip to the police station.

“Has he talked?”

Captain Cheng pulled a drag of his cigarette, annoyed, “No, he hasn’t said a word since we brought him in.”

“Put out the cigarette.”

“Oh.”

Captain Cheng had just snuffed out the cigarette when he realized whose turf was this? Who was he to snuff out a cigarette on demand? Captain Cheng thought about relighting the cigarette, but seeing Jiang Zhi’s face… Forget it, why bother when the precious youth had a face that made one instinctively want to pamper and cherish?

“Let me do the interrogation.” It wasn’t a discussion, it was an order.

Ha, Captain Cheng could barely hide his disdain with a smile: “Mr. Jiang, that’s not how things are done.”

Jiang Zhi, with a face that was devilishly angelic: “My last name is Lu.”

Alright then, Captain Cheng corrected himself: “Second Young Master Lu, that’s still not how things are done.” He was a public servant that abided by the law.

Jiang Zhi narrowed his eyes, a sign of waning patience: “As long as the case is solved, the rules don’t matter.”

Though it sounded like the logic of a tyrant, there was some truth to it.

The public servant wavered.

Jiang Zhi walked to the interrogation room as if he owned the place: “I need just ten minutes.”

Ha, what a boastful claim.

For some reason, Captain Cheng really wanted to see him eat his words.

Just to witness Jiang Zhi’s humiliation, Captain Cheng made an exception this time.

As soon as Jiang Zhi entered the interrogation room, he laid out a handkerchief on the table, and carefully removed a pink diamond watch—which his girlfriend had bought for him—placing it gently on the handkerchief: “I’ve only got ten minutes. I have no time to beat around the bush with you.”

Jiang Chuan’s head was wrapped with a bandage, resembling a corpse, gaze vacant, spirit hollow, uttering not a word.

Jiang Zhi was in no rush: “I just came from the Xu Family, found out a few things.” His fingers tapped lightly on the handkerchief, caressing the watch strap, his voice casual as he asked, “Did you kill your wife?”

A question phrased with certainty.

Jiang Chuan suddenly looked up: “Nonsense!”

That was the first sentence he spoke since entering the police station.

“He has spoken now, not mute, right?” Jiang Zhi continued, still unhurried, “I don’t care whether or not you killed your wife; you were enamored with Xu Jiuru, right?” To be with Xu Jiuru, he killed his wife.

Jiang Chuan glared at him hatefully, lips sealed tight, resolved not to utter another word.

“Then let’s talk about Xu Jiuru,” he said as if making idle conversation, relaxed, “She was just buried this morning, at the Western Suburb Cemetery; the grave is still fresh.”

Jiang Chuan was already aware of this.

Jiang Zhi glanced at the minute hand on the watch—his tone indifferent, voicing a ghastly proposition: “Tell me, who’s pulling your strings? You can choose not to say, but once my ten minutes are up, I’ll have people dig up Xu Jiuru’s grave immediately and feed her ashes to the dogs.”

Jiang Chuan slammed his hand on the table: “You wouldn’t dare!”

A cornered dog will jump over the wall.

Jiang Zhi folded his arms, leisurely watching: “You think I wouldn’t dare?”

“Jiang Zhi—”

He picked up the watch, cutting off the outburst: “Three minutes and forty seconds left.”

Jiang Chuan was trembling with anger, trying to hold back from speaking. He couldn’t believe that this brute would actually go through with digging up the grave.

Tick, tick, tick, tick…

Jiang Zhi tapped the table, each second punctuated: “Three minutes.”

Jiang Chuan clenched his jaw, his back soaked in sweat.

“Two minutes.”

“One minute.”

With half a minute left, Jiang Zhi had lost all patience, making a phone call: “Start digging up Xu Jiuru’s grave, do it now.”

He would actually do such a thing, he truly would.

Pressured, Jiang Chuan blurted out: “I’ll talk! I’ll talk!”

Trying to play games with him?

A bit too green for that.

Jiang Zhi put the watch back on: “Speak.”

Captain Cheng was watching from next door, dumbstruck, “He was just bluffing, right?”

Qiao Nanchu, well accustomed to such behavior: “Jiang Zhi never bluffs.”

Actually going to dig up graves? Feed the dogs? Could a human even do such a thing?

Captain Cheng rubbed his buzz cut: “This little freak!”

Qiao Nanchu glanced over: “Captain Cheng, he’s my childhood friend; don’t curse him in front of me.”