The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie
Chapter 442: 442: What do I want? I want you! (Second update)

Chapter 442: 442: What do I want? I want you! (Second update)

Zhou Qingrang had just finished washing up when Lu Sheng had already gone back to the bedroom to sleep. The lights were off, and she had her back to him. He moved quietly, and just as he lay down beside her, she leaned over.

She wasn’t asleep, “Zhou Qingrang.”

Zhou Qingrang embraced her, softly stroking her back, “Hmm.”

Her voice was soft, “It’s past midnight, it’s my birthday.”

Zhou Qingrang got up to turn on the light.

Lu Sheng pulled him back, “Don’t turn on the lights.” Her eyes were still red; if he turned them on, he would see.

“Okay, I won’t turn them on.” He lay back down and located her face in the moonlight leaking through the curtains. He bent down to kiss her, “Happy Birthday, Shengsheng.”

Lu Sheng’s eyes grew wet again, and she buried her head in the pillow, rubbing it, “I want a birthday present.”

Zhou Qingrang had actually already prepared the present. After coming out from the chief physician’s office that day, he had bought her birthday presents for the next sixty years, from her twenty-third to her eighty-third birthday, all locked in a cabinet in his study.

He asked the girl in his arms, “What else do you want?”

Lu Sheng crawled up and lay on top of him.

“I also want you.” She pulled at his clothes, seeking intimacy with him, “My bath will have been for nothing.”

She wanted him to live, to bear him sons and daughters.

Jiang Zhi returned very late. He had already called Zhou Xufang to let her know he was going to check something at the intelligence department and told her to go to bed first. Just as he pushed open the door of the ward, Zhou Xufang sat up.

It was so late, the lights were still on, and she was still awake.

“Why haven’t you slept yet?”

“Jiang Zhi.”

She called out to him, a sob in her voice.

Jiang Zhi went over to her to check her eyes, which were indeed red, “What’s wrong, Fang Bao?”

Zhou Xufang’s nose was also red, and her brows were furrowed with moist eyes. She rarely looked this panicky and scared, “My uncle’s sick, it’s serious.”

Zhou Qingrang’s chief physician stated that the surgery had less than a fifty percent chance of success.

Jiang Zhi sat in front of the bed, took Zhou Xufang’s hand that she had been digging into her palm with so much force that she nearly broke the skin, and blew on her palm. He asked her, “Xu Fang, what does the Jiang family do?”

Zhou Xufang answered, “Medical services, and pharmaceuticals.”

Jiang Zhi asked again, “And the Lu family?”

“Medical services as well.”

Apart from pharmaceuticals, both Jiang and Lu families developed and produced medical equipment, almost monopolizing the medical market in three adjoining provinces and garnering almost all of the most authoritative medical talent in the country.

“Still scared?” Jiang Zhi asked.

Zhou Xufang nodded, still scared, her palms sweating with anxiety.

“Then do this,” Jiang Zhi helped her lie down, “when you’re with your uncle, tell him that Jiang and Lu families have the top medical equipment and medical team. Tell him not to worry and assure him that he’ll definitely be cured.” He sat down holding her hand, “When you’re with me, whether you’re scared or panicky, whatever it is, talk to me about it, okay?”

Zhou Xufang nodded with teary eyes, “Okay.”

Jiang Zhi couldn’t console her, so he just stroked her head and said things he never used to believe himself, “Xu Fang, don’t you believe in karma? Good begets good, evil gets evil. You’ve done so many good deeds, and just the other day you saved so many people. Both you and your uncle will receive good karma.”

This thing about karma, sometimes you have to believe in it, when doing evil and when doing good.

Pullman.

A loud bang—the door was kicked open.

Inside the room, there was only a dark-skinned old woman speaking the local language, “Who’s there?!”

A group of tall and strong men burst in, led by a yellow-skinned man who asked in English, “Where’s the woman who lives here?”

The old woman was terrified, crouching with her hands over her head, “She moved out in the morning.”

“Where did she go?”

“I—I don’t know.”

The man drew a gun and pointed it at the old woman’s head, “Where did she go?”

The old woman trembled as she raised her head, seeing the man’s scarred and fierce face. She looked only once then immediately lowered her head, “Truly, truly don’t know.”

The man gestured to the others behind him; they understood and started searching everywhere in the house.

“Boss!”

“We found a phone under the bed.”

It was Jiang Fuxi’s phone.

The phone was here, but the person had run off.

The man stepped aside and made a call, “Second Young Master Lu, we’ve been tricked.”

The next morning.

Jiang Zhi received a call from Jiang Fuxi, from an unfamiliar number, and its registered location was still Redwood Wind in Pullman.

“Do you enjoy the game of cat and mouse?” she asked.

Jiang Zhi licked his teeth, annoyed.

Jiang Fuxi was in a great mood, her tone light, “The person who understands you best in this world is me. How could I not know that you would start with Shiyu?”

So she had given Qin Shiyu a fake address and even took Qin Shiyu’s tip-off call.

However, at that time, she left the phone behind and departed.

“I like this kind of chase, keeping you restless, on your mind constantly, making you always remember me.” More precisely, she enjoyed it.

Jiang Fuxi enjoyed the feeling of being chased by him.

Jiang Zhi ground his molars, “Don’t let me fucking find you.”

This psychopath was really something; he had never met another person who could make him this grit his teeth and yearn to rip her apart.

Jiang Fuxi covered her mouth, laughing lightly, “Don’t ever give up. I’ll give you another hint. You have to keep looking for me,” she said, “and it’s best if you look for me for a lifetime.”

Crazy!

Jiang Zhi was completely irate.

The phone call cut off at that moment, after just one minute. Right after the hang-up, the other side turned off their phone.

Jiang Zhi suppressed his rage and called Su Lihua, “Send me Su Qinghou’s contact information.”

Half an hour later—

Jiang Fuxi boarded a boat at Redwood Wind Port; the boat had not traveled a kilometer before encountering a huge storm.