The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie
Chapter 445: 445: Get married, have children, and inherit the family property (one more update)

Chapter 445: 445: Get married, have children, and inherit the family property (one more update)

By dusk that day, Jiang Zhi received a message from Pullman.

“Jiang Fuxi was taken to the lab by Su Qinghou,” the man asked over the phone, “Do you want to snatch her back?”

Jiang Zhi said there was no need, “Just keep an eye on her.”

The Su family father and son both liked to conduct human experiments, which were of two types. One was like what Zhou Xufang and Xiao Yusheng went through, aimed at genetic modification. The other was simple and brutal, tormenting people to death.

Qiao Nanchu waited for Jiang Zhi to hang up the phone, “This morning, Captain Cheng told me that Jiang Chuan committed suicide out of fear of his crimes.”

He merely uttered an “Oh,” without following up, and walked toward the hospital room.

Qiao Nanchu, chewing on nicotine gum, followed behind.

“Jiang Zhi.”

“What is it?”

Qiao Nanchu didn’t bring up anything specific, just a reminder, “Take it easy.”

Jiang Zhi gave no indication.

Zhou Xufang’s injuries healed completely in three days, but to avoid suspicion, she continued to stay in the hospital.

On July 29, Jiang Fuli submitted Xu Jiuru’s medical records and medication details to the procuratorate and filed a charge against Qin Shiyu for intentional homicide. The next day, the police filed a case, and Qin Shiyu was arrested and imprisoned.

On August 3, Jiang Fuli joined the group’s board of directors as the third-largest shareholder and took a position as the marketing director at headquarters.

On August 4, Lu Xinglan transferred 5% of his shares to Jiang Xiaolin.

On August 6, Jiang Xiaolin assumed the position of the group’s chairman, the Lu Family withdrew from the controlling interest, retaining their board rights at the Jiang Family without participating in the group’s management.

On August 7, Jiang Zhi’s movie “Ting Que” officially wrapped up.

At the wrap party, a journalist asked Jiang Zhi if there was a different feeling in making this film.

Jiang Zhi replied, “No.” The answer was very official and disinterested, “The production team has already made it very clear, my role was to direct, and most of the hands-on filming work was completed by Vice Director Zhao.”

A persistent journalist squeezed in with a question, “If I may know, Director Jiang, all your previous works were chiefly directed by you. Is there a particular reason Vice Director Zhao took the lead this time?”

Jiang Zhi remained calm with a cloudy blue demeanor and still favored black shirts and ties, but his face showed less of the frailty and sickness of the past, his demeanor much steadier and more competent, “Vice Director Zhao and I have worked together for several years. He’s only one work shy of a big award; what’s the issue with him taking the lead?”

The journalist chuckled.

So did Vice Director Zhao.

Clearly, Director Jiang was too busy with his love life to focus on filming!

“Now that the film has wrapped, can Director Jiang share any plans for his new work?”

A perfectly good wrap party turned into a press conference by the journalists who came upon hearing the news.

Jiang Zhi remained cold-faced throughout, “I have no immediate plans to shoot a new film and will be retreating for a while.”

Retreating?

Such a scoop!

Journalists immediately followed through, “May I ask the reason for the retreat?”

Jiang Zhi was sparing with his words, “To marry, have children, and inherit family assets.”

“…”

Quite daring.

Since marriage and childbearing were mentioned, naturally private life was the next topic, “Previously, journalists spotted Director Jiang and his girlfriend at the hospital. Is there good news?”

A shotgun wedding, such a hot topic!

Jiang Zhi: “Personal matter, no comment.”

Undeterred, the journalist friend went on, “There was a fire in Jintong City recently, and there are rumors that Director Jiang’s girlfriend is also involved in that incident; is your frequent presence at the hospital due to your girlfriend’s injuries?”

Again, he repeated, “Personal matter, no comment.”

“…”

The conversation was over.

The media were in despair. During this period, they hadn’t failed to capture those “unspeakable” incidents between Jiang Zhi and his girlfriend, but they didn’t dare to make them public. Everyone had heard that not only was Jiang Zhi poised to inherit the multi-billion Jiang Family assets, but also the Lu Family’s wealth. Who would dare to challenge the power of these two great families?

As Jiang Zhi’s girlfriend, Zhou Xufang became a widely recognized figure in the circle, yet no one dared to speak of her openly, nor did anyone dare to follow or report flagrantly.

This, is the rule of the wealthy.

In early August, Zhou Qingrang was hospitalized; it was Lu Sheng who had suggested it.

At that time, she went to the TV station to pick him up. With an umbrella, she waited outside in the pouring rain, her shoes soaked through. Zhou Qingrang limped out with his crutch and saw her; without waiting for him to come over, she ran over to him.

“When did you get here?”

Lu Sheng tiptoed to hold the umbrella for him, “It’s been a while.”

“You’re all wet.” Zhou Qingrang brushed the water droplets off her and led her to take shelter from the rain, “Next time it rains, don’t come. Wait for me at home.”

He had the habit of carrying a handkerchief, yue bai in color, without any pattern on it.

Lu Sheng thought he looked very handsome when he used the handkerchief to wipe her hands.

She murmured softly, “It’s precisely because it’s raining that I have to come.”

When it rained, his leg would hurt.

When it rained, the roads would be slippery, and she was afraid he would fall.

Lu Sheng used to love rainy days, as well as snowy days. Now, what she hated most were also rainy and snowy days. It was difficult to hail a cab in the rain, and it would inconvenience his travel. The snow was too cold; his right leg couldn’t withstand the cold, and it would hurt all night long.

“I’m sorry, Shengsheng,” Zhou Qingrang wiped the rain from her face and apologized softly.

Lu Sheng looked up, her eyes moist, “What are you sorry for?”

He took off his coat and draped it over her rain-soaked dress, “Everyone else has boyfriends picking up their girlfriends; I’m making you suffer.”