The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie
Chapter 438: 438: Come on, sway~ (second update)

Chapter 438: 438: Come on, sway~ (second update)

He locked the door and walked to the bedside, “Does it still hurt? Are you feeling any better?”

“It doesn’t hurt much anymore.” Zhou Xufang pulled him to sit down, “Have they caught the culprit?”

He shook his head, “Jiang Chuan isn’t the mastermind, someone else is using him to kill by proxy.”

“Who?”

“Jiang Fuxi.”

That must have been a scheme; Jiang Chuan wouldn’t follow anyone’s orders other than Xu Jiuru’s.

“Moreover, there’s no direct evidence pointing to her, and the law can’t touch her.”

It would have to be handled privately.

Jiang Zhi was apprehensive, “Xu Fang, if I catch her—”

Zhou Xufang nodded before he could finish, “I understand.” He would deal with it in his own way.

“You’re not going to try to talk me out of it?”

Zhou Xufang was a person of integrity and openness, unlike Jiang Zhi.

Jiang Zhi had very little in the way of moral scruples.

“I won’t try to stop you.” She grasped Jiang Zhi’s hand with her icy-cold one, “Do you know why I became a professional errand runner?”

Jiang Zhi answered quickly, “For the money.”

Zhou Xufang felt embarrassed, “…That’s only part of the reason.” She continued with an earnest attitude, “Before I joined the business, Mr. Su told me you can’t use straightforward methods to deal with clever villains. Clever villains can evade the law, but there are only two things they can’t evade: karma and someone even more clever and ruthless than they are.”

Mr. Su was Su Lihua, Zhou Xufang’s “life mentor”.

After she entered the business, Zhou Xufang actually did many things that weren’t entirely legal, just like Su Lihua had said—straightforward methods couldn’t handle clever villains.

“At that time, I wanted to learn some tactics to use against Su Qinghou someday.” She looked defeated, “But I still couldn’t beat him.”

Su Qinghou was more playful, and if he ever got serious, Zhou Xufang was self-aware enough to know she’d certainly lose to him.

What Jiang Zhi focused on were the words “Su Qinghou”: “Why bring him up all of a sudden?” His tone was very displeased.

Zhou Xufang didn’t know why she felt guilty, but she did feel guilty: “I just happened to mention him…”

Jiang Zhi didn’t want to talk about that moron, “Have you had your dressing changed?”

Afraid he might still be jealous, she spoke with a more obedient tone, “No, I was waiting for you to do it.”

The medicine was all on top of the cabinet.

It had been Jiang Zhi who had changed her bandages the night before; he was already familiar with the procedure and adeptly removed Zhou Xufang’s patient gown, “The wounds have scabbed over.”

Zhou Xufang pulled the blanket up, “Mhm.”

She was recovering fast and could have her stitches removed tomorrow.

Jiang Zhi dabbed the medicine onto her wound with a cotton ball.

“Does it hurt?”

“No.”

His movements were annoyingly slow, and after the medicine was applied, Jiang Zhi helped her get dressed, his eyes unknowingly tinted with a light shade of blush.

“Fang Bao…”

“Mhm?”

He looked at her and didn’t speak, his peach blossom eyes brimming with intoxicating mystery and sultry charm, ensnaring her.

Those peach blossom eyes seemed to speak, asking: Are you okay?

The air conditioner in the ward was off, making the room slightly hot.

Half an hour later, their mood was interrupted by a phone call from Xue Baoyi.

Jiang Zhi’s tone was not very amiable, “Speak.”

“Jiang Fuxi isn’t in the country; she left last night.”

“Which country did she go to?”

“She fled the country illegally; we still haven’t found out where she’s settled.” Xue Baoyi noticed, “What’s with your voice?” Why did it have a seductive edge to it?

“Just keep looking.” Jiang Zhi hung up the phone right away.

Xue Baoyi took a few seconds to react, “Damn it!”

The next day, there were many visitors to the hospital, and Zhou Xufang’s “life mentor” also came—Su Lihua. She didn’t talk much and called Jiang Zhi outside.

“Su Qinghou has taken down his father, proclaimed himself the king in Pullman, and now has no rivals. He’s bored and will likely come looking for you soon.”

Jiang Zhi had nothing to say to that, so he just asked, “Is your nephew sick?”

Su Lihua nodded, “He is sick, spoiled rotten by his father.”

And not just a little spoiled.

Pullman was a lawless zone, a chaotic place that suited Su Qinghou well for doing evil deeds, because nobody could manage him, and his twisted character remained unchecked.

“You must have realized it too; he treats Zhou Xufang as if she were his possession. My advice,” one word, “is to hide.”

Jiang Zhi’s attitude was clear: “Your advice won’t do; I’ll have to listen to Zhou Xufang.”

Zhou Xufang didn’t really want to run; she had been hiding for eight years already.

Su Lihua said, “It’s up to you.”

He had said all there was to say.

Indeed, Su Qinghou had been spoiled by his father; if not, Zhou Xufang would have been his by now—perhaps not her heart, but at least her person.

From a young age, Su Qinghou knew how to play dangerously—he played with people’s lives. But there were two people he wouldn’t kill no matter how he played—one was Su Dingzhi, the other was Su Lihua. Later, Zhou Xufang was added to that list.

With careful observation, one could see a pattern; the more he liked someone, the more he enjoyed toying with them. Of course, bones were often broken in the process.

Before Zhou Xufang, his favorite person to tease was Su Lihua.

That year, there was a merchant in Pullman who threw a lavish birthday party, and he brought out more than a dozen cages with girls of various ages locked inside.

The one in the middle was the most special, not crying, not making a fuss, and not trying to please with flattery.

Su Lihua took a few more glances.

“Uncle,” Su Qinghou handed him a glass of red wine, “Do you like her?”

Su Lihua didn’t take the wine, “No.”

He drank the wine himself, “You’ve looked at that little slave girl three times.” His tone was playful, like a predator spotting its prey, his eyes flashing excitement, “Should I buy her for you as a gift?”

At that moment, Su Lihua said, “No.”

Three days later, Su Qinghou threw that slave girl onto his bed.

He had been drinking, the world spinning, and as soon as he realized there was someone on his bed, he immediately propped himself up to sit, and there was Su Qinghou, sitting on the couch opposite, enjoying the show.

“What are you doing?”

He said, “Giving you a present.”

Su Lihua got up, stumbled, and had to sit back down, “What did you give me to drink?”

He laughed, “Something to keep you in bed for three days.”

“Su Zhi!”

He stood up from the couch, not too happy with the name that had been used, “I’ve changed my name, call me Su Qinghou.”

Su Lihua’s forehead was sweating more and more, almost grinding his teeth, “Take her out!”

The young man was light-hearted, but with a ruthless streak.

He said, “If you don’t sleep with her, I’ll kill her.”

The bastard!

Su Lihua shook his head forcefully, his vision starting to blur, and even the sounds around him were getting muffled.

“What’s your name?” The young man walked to the other side of the bed, flipping the covers, “I’m speaking to you.”

The girl’s hands and feet were tied, and she was shivering, “Lin, Lin Dongshan.”