The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie
Chapter 446: 446: Uncle's surgery, cute baby Guyu, abnormal torture of scum (second update

Chapter 446: 446: Uncle’s surgery, cute baby Guyu, abnormal torture of scum (second update

He took off his coat and draped it over her rain-drenched dress, “Everyone else’s boyfriend picks them up, but I’ve made you suffer.”

She shook her head and said that was not the case.

“Your colleagues all recognize me now. Whenever I’m waiting outside, someone would say, ‘Waiting for Mr. Zhou again, huh?'” She looked at him with smiling eyes. “You don’t know how much I like them saying that.”

She didn’t know how much it pained him either.

He stood in front of her, at the windward side, “The rain’s too heavy. Shall we wait a while before we leave?”

“Okay.”

There weren’t many passersby at this hour; they stood under an umbrella at the entrance to the television station. Lu Sheng came often enough that the golden retriever raised by the security guard had come to recognize her, wagging its tail beside her.

The rain poured heavily, splashing onto his legs.

Lu Sheng moved the umbrella closer to him, “Does your leg hurt?”

“A little.”

She stepped closer to him, “You hold me, and I’ll support you.”

Zhou Qingrang smiled and shook his head, “We’re outside.”

She didn’t care and wrapped her arms around his waist, “It doesn’t matter even if we’re outside.”

He hesitated for a moment but eventually put his arms around her.

He didn’t place his body’s weight on her because he couldn’t bear to.

“Qing Rang.”

“Hmm?”

“Let’s be hospitalized. We can’t delay it any longer.”

He didn’t ask her how she knew, “Okay.” He held her a little tighter, “If an amputation is necessary—”

“I love you.”

His eyes reddened slightly.

The girl in his arms choked up, “Zhou Qingrang, I love you.”

Many people said he was ill-fated, but he never complained because he accepted his fate. After he met Lu Sheng, he repeatedly blamed the heavens for being unjust. She shouldn’t have such a fate; she shouldn’t have gotten involved with him…

The next day, the evening news had a new host.

The day Zhou Qingrang was hospitalized, his name made it to the hot search list, but it was pulled down within ten minutes, courtesy of the Lu Family.

In the morning, while Zhou Qingrang was undergoing tests, the Lu Family were all there, except for Lu Sheng.

Lu Jingsong asked his wife, “Where’s Shengsheng?”

Yao Bixi, who had been suffering from insomnia recently, looked haggard, “Don’t worry about it, and don’t go looking for her.” Let her cry alone for a while.

Lu Sheng was sitting on the stairs at the back entrance of the hospital department, her face buried in her knees.

“Sister.”

“Sister.”

The little boy’s voice was very clear.

Lu Sheng looked up, “Hmm?”

It was a six or seven-year-old boy, delicately handsome and pretty. He wore a black and white school uniform with a sports jacket over it. On the left chest of the jacket was a red logo with “Young Swimmers Team” written on it.

He handed her a tissue.

Lu Sheng said, “Thank you.”

She took the tissue.

The boy didn’t leave; instead, he sat down next to her, silent.

After a long while, the boy asked, “Why are you crying, sister?”

“My family member is sick.”

He was quiet again, reaching out to pat her back.

Lu Sheng blew her nose with the tissue.

The boy felt in his school uniform pocket, stood up, went down the steps, and stretched out his hand, “No more tissues, can you use my sleeve to wipe?”

His eyes were clear, like a pair of beautiful gemstones.

Lu Sheng smiled, “What’s your name?”

“Guyu.”

“The Guyu from the twenty-four solar terms?”

The boy nodded.

He was born on the day of Guyu, hence his name.

“Where’s your family? Why are you alone here?”

He pointed it out to Lu Sheng, “My mom’s over there.”

The girl in the white nurse uniform waved from across the way.

She was a very young mom with a sweet smile.

Lu Sheng stood up from the steps, “Go to your mom.”

The boy took off his backpack and fished out a coin from inside, placing it in his palm for Lu Sheng, “There’s a wishing well behind the hospital. My mom said many patients go there to make wishes, and then they all recovered.”

Lu Sheng reached out her hand, “Thank you.”

The boy placed the coin in her hand, “You’re welcome.”

He was a very sensible little boy, well-taught by his mom.

Lu Sheng went to the wishing well, threw in the coin, and said, “I’m not greedy, I just want him to stay alive.”

The final examination results were still satisfactory, and the surgery was scheduled for half a month later.

Pullman was bathed in the setting sun, with the laboratory built against the mountains on high ground. By evening, the entire building was enveloped in an orange glow.

But there wasn’t a single window in the laboratory, and even in the daytime, it was dim and dusky.

The sound of footsteps approached from afar, and the man guarding the room’s door immediately became alert.

The visitor, dressed in a pale grey shirt, his pupils a light shade of azure, came closer and asked, “Is that woman dead yet?”

The man was confused.

He grew impatient, “I’m talking to you.”

The man, trembling, replied, “Y-young Master Zhi, it’s not a woman who’s locked in here.” He couldn’t stop shivering, “You…you’ve gone to the wrong place.”

The rooms in the laboratory were all identical, spread across seven floors, with over twenty rooms on each. Su Qinghou could get lost nine out of ten visits.

His expression was sinister, “Lead the way.”

The man hurried to the front to show the way.

The person was locked in a room on the fourth floor at the very western end.

“Click.”

Jiang Fuxi heard the door open and immediately shrank into a corner.

Su Qinghou walked in and turned on the light, “What should we play today?”

Aside from a bed, the room only contained a plastic bucket, used to hold excretory waste, which had long been foul.

Jiang Fuxi, her hair shaven, wore a patient’s gown and was shackled on her hands and feet with electronic restraints that clanged loud if she moved, “D-don’t come over.”

Su Qinghou didn’t come closer, instead standing by the door, he asked the guard outside, “Did you feed the snake upstairs?”

The man answered, “Not yet, Young Master Zhi.”

The laboratory not only detained people but also housed various animals used for medicine, such as snakes, scorpions, earthworms, ants… The previous night, Jiang Fuxi had slept with earthworms, with their wet and slippery bodies everywhere — in her clothes, in her ears.

Su Qinghou had watched from the monitoring room, seeing her hysteria descend into numbness.

Aren’t women supposed to be as heartless as snakes and scorpions, so why fear them?

Su Qinghou was a bit curious, “Take her there.”

“No!”

Jiang Fuxi crawled over, clutching his trouser leg, curling up on the ground, trembling with fear, “Please…don’t…”

Su Qinghou squatted down, wrapped her wrist with his handkerchief, and yanked her away, “Don’t be afraid. They’re not poisonous and have no teeth. They can’t kill you.”

Jiang Fuxi’s scalp tingled, “Just kill me instead.”

Su Qinghou balled up the handkerchief and tossed it into the plastic bucket, “What’s the fun in killing you.”

He didn’t like killing people; he enjoyed watching them struggle, savored the sight of people wanting to die but not daring to die.

Jiang Fuxi stumbled to her feet, her face pale, her eyes hollow, “What grudge do you have against me, why torture me?”

His lips reddened as he smiled sinisterly, “You know Zhou Xufang, don’t you?”

Jiang Fuxi’s pupils dilated sharply.

He habitually touched the teeth marks on his wrist and said, “I’m her father.”

It was Zhou Xufang’s fourteenth month in the laboratory.

He had tied her to a tree, left her in the sun for a day, because she had sneakily hidden a piece of compressed biscuit and given it to 017, who was fasting.

She wasn’t hung very high; people under the tree could reach up and poke her in the forehead, “Want some water?”

She twisted her head defiantly.

The person under the tree was wicked to the core, snapping off a branch and rocking it against her belly, “Call me daddy, and I’ll give you water.”

Her voice was hoarse, but she still insulted, “You’re a pig!”

The girl didn’t know many insults, she just knew to call him a pig.

He had said viciously, “If you don’t call daddy, then die of thirst.”

Of course, she didn’t.

Nor did he truly let her die of thirst. He just tossed her into the river, where she wasn’t allowed to surface until she had drunk her fill. After she quenched her thirst, he would feed her sumptuously.

Out of all the “lab rats” in the laboratory, she was the only one who ever had meat.