The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie
Chapter 476: Jiang Zhi wins big, textile returns to the country, Mr. Zhi is emotionally moved (second update)

Chapter 476: 476: Jiang Zhi wins big, textile returns to the country, Mr. Zhi is emotionally moved (second update)

"Master Zhi, come with me."

It was Jiang Zhi’s man.

Su Qinghou stood with his hands behind his back, unresisting: Clink, clink, this Jiang Zhi, such a fox spirit.

Lin Yin Street was closed off, several cars had trapped an ambulance on the road.

George removed the woman’s mask: "Mr. Zhi, it’s not 011."

It was a decoy strategy.

Su Dingzhi’s expression darkened as he faced Jiang Zhi, "Where are they?"

He leaned casually against the back of the ambulance, checking his wristwatch, "On a plane."

"You’re playing me?"

"You bribed my people first, I bribed yours afterwards, so who’s playing whom?" Jiang Zhi spoke calmly, "Mr. Su, even bandits should have principles."

Su Dingzhi had ruled over Pullman like a bandit for decades, indeed acting the part. But to have someone berate him to his face, calling him a bandit, Jiang Zhi was the first.

"What good does sending away 011 do you; you think you can just walk away?"

"If I can’t escape," Jiang Zhi sneered bewitchingly, his eyes enchanting, "then we’ll see an end to your lineage, Mr. Su."

Su Dingzhi immediately understood: "Those little beasts are in your hands?"

Referring to them as ’little beasts’, who was he really talking about.

Jiang Zhi made a phone call, putting it on speaker after connecting, "Qing Hou."

The other side remained silent.

Zhou Xufang had already escaped danger, Jiang Zhi was patient, coaxing softly, "Be good, call for help."

Good my ancestors!

Su Qinghou gritted his back teeth: "Dad," he conceded, "save me."

It was a layered strategy.

Having sent Zhou Xufang away, and creating an escape plan. This Jiang Zhi character, such a strategist.

Su Dingzhi narrowed his eyes, furious, "Can’t you escape by yourself?"

"Can’t escape."

"So useless, then you might as well die."

Su Dingzhi fondled the gun in his pocket, itching to execute Jiang Zhi on the spot.

Su Qinghou called out to him, "Dad."

Here we go again!

Su Dingzhi pretended to be deaf.

"Dad."

Ordinarily so ruthless with lives, always stirring up trouble, treating his father like an animal. Now showing weakness, actually playing the dutiful son, calling out so fluently.

"Dad."

"Dad."

"Dad—"

Su Dingzhi couldn’t stand it anymore: "Say my name, don’t mumble uselessly!"

Alright then.

Su Qinghou stopped pretending: "Su Dingzhi, save me damn it."

Only this little beast could make the otherwise calm Su Dingzhi furious: "I am your father!"

Su Qinghou followed his lead: "Dad."

"..."

He gave birth to a beast.

Su Dingzhi gritted his teeth, putting the gun back in his pocket: "Let him go."

The dozen people surrounding the ambulance dispersed, making way.

Jiang Zhi turned off the speaker, phone to ear, instructing, "I’ll release him after I get back to Imperial City." He hung up, looked at Su Dingzhi, "Mr. Su, I advise you, don’t target my fiancée again. You’re not afraid of trouble, but I’m not easy to provoke either."

Jiang Zhi tossed these words, then got into the ambulance.

As the ambulance drove away, Su Dingzhi kicked the car next to him: "This fox spirit!"

Not only had Jiang Zhi bribed his people, lured him to the main hospital, turned the tables on him, but also anticipated that all this wouldn’t be concealed from his son, going on to plot again, sending the little beast to Meri Hospital—catching the turtle in the jar.

Two birds with one stone, fox spirit!

Four hours later, Su Dingzhi found Su Qinghou on a boat.

He was lying on the deck, bound.

Su Dingzhi walked over, kicked him: "Dead yet?" He kicked again, ruthless, putting force into it, "Make a noise if you’re alive."

Su Qinghou coughed a few times, opened his eyes, his eyes were bloodshot: "Not dead."

Su Dingzhi unbuckled his belt, picked up a wooden plank on the boat, and broke the nailed end with his foot: "Can’t even handle Jiang Zhi in your own territory, how did I father such a useless thing."

He raised the plank, about to swing it at the thing he fathered—

"Dad."

Every time this thing uttered "Dad," Su Dingzhi’s eyelid twitched, his hand hesitating with the plank.

"Spare her."

He was pleading for Zhou Xufang.

How stubborn he was, Su Dingzhi knew best. The worst time, he had broken three of his ribs, not a word of pleading; this boy rather intensified, spitting blood in his face close to death, all defiance.

Now, for a woman, he grew soft.

Su Dingzhi was vastly displeased: "What I bite into, I don’t let go."

He raised his head, his eyes like his mother’s, too overly clear and vulnerable if not filled with harshness, light blue too clean, showing weakness: "I won’t fight with you anymore, just spare her."

Su Dingzhi had only this son, and if he wasn’t tough, he would eventually be killed by his enemies; so, he taught him the skills to kill.

At six, his son knew how to shoot, and now at twenty-six, the blood he had shed could form a river. What gratified him the most, his son never admitted defeat.

"So you’re surrendering to me?"

Su Qinghou declared firmly: "Yes."

Su Dingzhi slammed the plank down: "Spineless!" Unsatisfied, he kicked, "If you want something, you fight for it. The seed of Su Dingzhi, how can it surrender?"

Su Qinghou didn’t dodge; he took a hit on the head, fresh blood streaming into his eyes, his gaze blood-red: "I fought for it, but couldn’t get it."

Su Dingzhi was furious, picked him up, and threw him hard on the deck.

"Useless thing!"

"If you can’t get her, kill her."

"Don’t you dare show me any weakness!"

His son, he could fight for anything, not to mention a woman; even his own father’s life could be grabbed.

That’s how he had taught him for twenty-six years.

"Cough, cough," Su Qinghou lay on the deck, the right side of his face all bloodied, "Dad."

Su Dingzhi roared, "Don’t call me that!"

"Dad,"

Lying motionless, with blood in his eyes, vividly red, "If you had taught me how to be a human, I wouldn’t need to show weakness today."

He gazed at the sea’s myriad stars, murmuring, "Why didn’t you teach me..."

If he knew, if only he knew...

As the wind blew, Su Dingzhi’s eyes grew sore.