The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie-Chapter 111 - : 111: Go to Fang Bao’s house to love and cherish each other~

Chapter 111: 111: Go to Fang Bao’s house to love and cherish each other~

He took her hand, “Let’s go.”

Zhou Xufang lived on the seventh floor without an elevator. She went up and down the stairs without getting red in the face or out of breath. Her door was black, and the gray cat in the pink bunny dress nestled at her doorstep, lazily lounging. When it saw someone coming, it meowed twice and then continued its nap.

Zhou Xufang hurried down the stairs, leaving the door ajar. She went inside first and found a pair of slippers in the shoe cabinet for Jiang Zhi, “Wear these.”

The slippers were blue and based on the size, they were men’s.

Jiang Zhi immediately became suspicious, “Whose are these?” What man had been here!

Zhou Xufang tore open the packaging and then the tag, squatting down to place them beside Jiang Zhi’s feet, “I bought them for you, just hadn’t had the chance to give them to you yet.”

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She had previously given Jiang Zhi a pink pair which Mr. Xue Baoyi saw him wearing when visiting the hospital. He had teased Jiang Zhi for being effeminate, so she bought another pair in blue, not with bunny heads but mushrooms.

Jiang Zhi patted her head, praising her, “Good taste.”

Zhou Xufang smiled shyly, “Sit here, I’m going to brush my teeth.”

He tousled her already messy hair even more, “Go ahead.”

Zhou Xufang went off to brush her teeth in the bathroom.

Jiang Zhi slipped on the slippers and walked around the apartment, sizing up her place. No wonder she had previously refused to let him in. Just from the several computers and the dressing room, one could tell something was amiss. The two suites were combined into one, with very little furniture—it was all visible at a glance, either gray or black. For a girl who liked pink so much, there wasn’t a hint of warm color in her room.

Oh, except for two lamps.

Zhou Xufang came out of the bathroom.

Jiang Zhi asked, “Why are those two lamps by the bed?”

Both were gifts from him, one from his own house and the other from the porridge shop.

Zhou Xufang explained, “Because you gave them to me.” Originally, they were installed on the ceiling, but she liked these two lamps so much that she always wanted to touch them, so she placed them by the bed.

Jiang Zhi looked at the lamps, then at her.

This girl, with just a few words, could poke right at his heart.

“Come over and have breakfast first.”

“Oh.”

Zhou Xufang sat on the sofa, and just as she picked up her chopsticks, she noticed she had an unread message—it was a WeChat transfer from Jiang Zhi, sent at five in the morning.

She looked at Jiang Zhi, puzzled, “Why did you transfer money to me?”

Jiang Zhi took out the takeout boxes of crystal buns and shrimp dumplings, about to explain, but she beat him to it, “Am I being kept by you?”

“…”

The way her mind worked was always so intriguing.

Her expression was blank, and Jiang Zhi poked her face lightly, “What kept? Who taught you that word?” She had only learned the bad stuff.

Zhou Xufang said, “From the television.”

Jiang Zhi served her some porridge, asking, “Which television show? What’s it called?”

She recounted precisely, “‘President Gu, Your Delicate Wife Has Run Off with the Ball Again.'”

Jiang Zhi, “…”

Those kinds of shows passed the censors?

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Zhou Xufang had recently become too engrossed in TV dramas. When she was his nurse at the hospital, the moment she had some time, she’d be clutching a tablet, watching a show.

That idiot Lin Wanwan even recommended her all sorts of soap operas.

All corrupted by Lin Wanwan!

“Do you like watching TV dramas?”

Zhou Xufang nodded eagerly, “Yeah.” She used to watch them less but recently discovered they were so entertaining.

Jiang Zhi then suggested, “Don’t watch all those messy ones. When I’m done filming the movie, I will shoot a TV drama for you to watch.” Zhou Xufang had been secluded for too long, like a blank sheet of paper. He had to keep a close eye on her, not allowing any messy stuff to lead her astray.

Zhou Xufang, “Okay.”

Jiang Zhi fed her a dumpling, “Then what kind of TV drama do you like?”

Zhou Xufang thought seriously, “‘President Gu, Your Delicate Wife Has Run Off with the Ball Again,’ like that.”

Jiang Zhi, “…”

She had truly inherited Lin Wanwan’s teachings.

He would remember this and settle it with Lin Wanwan later.

Zhou Xufang stuffed a crystal bun in her mouth, “You haven’t said why you transferred money to me.”

“It’s from Nanchu, a meeting gift.”

Zhou Xufang checked the amount, “It’s a lot of money, can I accept it?”

“Keep it. When he gets a girlfriend, I’ll send it back.”

She put down her chopsticks, “Then I’ll transfer it to you.”

“It was given to you,” Jiang Zhi took away her phone, “Eat.”

“Oh.”

Zhou Xufang picked up another crystal bun—it was delicious.

She pushed the rest of them towards Jiang Zhi, sharing with him.

Halfway through their meal, Jiang Zhi received a phone call from Qiao Nanchu.

“The agent, Xiao Linsu, has turned herself in, claiming she was the one who drove the car that hit you.”

Zhou Xufang puffed her cheeks and perked up her ears to listen.

Jiang Zhi placed two crystal buns into her bowl, “Did she drive Xiao Linsu’s car?”

Qiao Nanchu grunted in acknowledgment, “That’s what she’s saying.”

“Is there any evidence?”

“There’s dashcam footage.”

Just when one wave had settled, another had risen.

Jiang Zhi asked a few more questions and hung up.

Zhou Xufang was staring at him, “Are you going to the police station?” She took a sip of the porridge and set down her chopsticks, “If the dashcam footage was tampered with, it’d be pretty easy to find out. The evidence from Lin Shuang’s confession should be real.”

She thought for a moment, “Whether Xiao Linsu is the principal offender, an accessory, or unaware, that depends on Lin Shuang’s testimony.”

She had low emotional intelligence, but she was clever.

Jiang Zhi leaned back, stretched out his legs, and two blue mushroom slippers peeked out from under the coffee table, “You heard all that?”

“Mhm,” she said, “I have good hearing.”

Jiang Zhi didn’t bother to inquire just how good.

“Are you heading to the police station later?” she asked.

He served her another small bowl of porridge, “Mhm.”

“I’ll come too.”

“Finish your meal first.”

“Oh.”

She continued eating her porridge, “Why aren’t you eating?”

“I’ve already eaten.”

Well, okay.

She ended up eating all the delicious crystal buns.

After breakfast, Zhou Xufang picked out clothes to change into and went to the bathroom, while Jiang Zhi waited outside, leaning against the door, looking at the wardrobe across the way that had every kind of clothing.

“Xu Fang.”

She responded from inside, “Hmm?”

Jiang Zhi asked her, “Why did you become a professional errand runner?” He turned around, the glass being one-way, he could only see her blurry outline, “If you don’t want to say, you don’t have to answer.”

Zhou Xufang came out dressed, “I need a lot of money.” Otherwise, she couldn’t afford Moon Bay.

The income of a professional errand runner was high, particularly for her, as she had a high success rate and was well-known within the industry, charging double, if not more, than her peers.

Jiang Zhi walked over, his hand on her waist, pinching it gently, “We’ve just started our relationship, and I shouldn’t interfere too much, but this industry is too dangerous, and I worry for you. Whether you switch careers should be your own decision. If you choose to continue, I won’t stop you, but there’s one thing you must promise me.” He lowered his head to look into her eyes, “You can’t take on those high-risk jobs anymore, deal?”

Qiao Nanchu worked in intelligence, so Jiang Zhi knew a bit as well: many of the tasks of a professional errand runner were in a legal gray area, dangerous, and likely to make enemies.

Zhou Xufang nodded, saying, “Okay.” She had Jiang Zhi now, she thought. She intended to live a long, full life and couldn’t just ‘roam the martial world, fighting and killing’ anymore.

As for other matters, she’d talk about them when she felt like it. Jiang Zhi didn’t push any further, he took a card out of his wallet and placed it in her hand, “If you’re ever short on cash, use this.”

Zhou Xufang refused, pushing it back to him, “I’ve got a lot of money, this entire building is mine.” She wasn’t boasting; she spoke with complete sincerity, “I’ve saved a considerable sum. If the Jiang Family ever goes bankrupt, I could support you. I can even build you hospitals and laboratories.”

Jiang Zhi, “…”

She was adorably impossible for him to handle.

Deadly, indeed.

By 8:30 a.m., Jiang Zhi and Zhou Xufang had arrived at the police station.

“You’re here,” Qiao Nanchu, with his flirtatious looks, sipped his instant coffee, dressed in a police uniform, which gave his smile a bit of a roguish edge, “Hello there, little sister-in-law.”

Little Sister-in-law Zhou, embarrassed, bowed her head, “He- hello.”

She still wasn’t accustomed to socializing.

Jiang Zhi pulled a mask from his coat pocket, put it on Zhou Xufang, and shepherded her behind him, throwing Qiao Nanchu a look that suggested he better cut it out, then asked, “Did you start the interrogation?”

The sappy smell of romance was in the air.

Qiao Nanchu downed the coffee in his disposable cup, threw a perfect parabola, and tossed the cup into the trash can, “We’re in the process, come with me.”

He led the two of them to the monitoring room next to the interrogation room.

Through the special glass, they could see the other side, where Captain Cheng of the Criminal Investigation Team was conducting an interrogation, “Who ordered you to do this?”

Lin Shuang looked a bit haggard but remained composed, “Jin Song.”

Captain Cheng persisted, “Does Xiao Linsu know anything about it?”

Without a moment’s hesitation before answering, “He was completely unaware.” Handcuffed, she leaned forward, looked straight into Captain Cheng’s eyes, and stated, “Ask as many times as you want, my answer will remain the same. You can bring in a micro-expression expert to see if I’m lying.”

She rested her handcuffed hands on the table and leaned back naturally, relaxed and unhurried, “He has no connection to this at all. It was Jin Song who wanted to teach Jiang Zhi a lesson. He blackmailed Linsu with a video, and I was there at the time.”

Captain Cheng pressed on, “Then why were you the one to hit Jiang Zhi?”

She picked up the cup beside her and took a sip of water, “Linsu was hesitant, I was afraid Jin Song would release the video, so I made the decision for him.” Her expression only changed when talking about Xiao Linsu, “It was my unrequited love for him. I was willing to do anything for him. Officer,” her eyes reddened, “He hasn’t broken the law.”

Still the same line.

Lin Shuang persisted in her confession, saying that it was all her doing and had nothing to do with Xiao Linsu.

“It’s been reviewed several times, and it’s always the same story,” said Vice Captain Xing of the Criminal Investigation Team, speaking to Qiao Nanchu, “If there’s no new evidence, we’ll have to release her.”

After all, the dashcam footage was irrefutable evidence, clearly capturing the entire process of Lin Shuang driving and hitting someone.

Qiao Nanchu looked at Jiang Zhi: “What do you think?”

Thankfully, the dashcam footage didn’t capture Zhou Xufang.

Jiang Zhi was thinking about that.

Qiao Nanchu waved his hand in front of his face: “I’m talking to you.”

He took Zhou Xufang by the hand and left: “Love issues, no point asking me.”

The case had evolved into a love dispute now.

In the end, Xiao Linsu was released, and at the police station entrance, he saw Jiang Wei’er, more than ten days later, when everything had changed profoundly.

She had lost a lot of weight.

So had he.

It was Jiang Wei’er who broke the silence first: “Let’s talk.” Xue Bingxue was also standing by her side.

Xiao Linsu’s clothes were wrinkled and he looked disheveled: “Okay.”

The two went to the vacant lot behind the police station, Xue Bingxue didn’t follow, waiting in place for Jiang Wei’er.

They faced each other in silence, silent for a long time.

Above them, the national flag fluttered in the wind, her voice scattered, ephemeral and uncertain: “Those words you said to Lin Shuang in the hospital, do you have any explanation?”

She calmed down for a while, had thought of many possibilities, some good and some bad, and only dared to see him once she had calmed down.

Xiao Linsu looked at her for a while, his gaze a bit cold and steady, no emotions given away, and spoke plainly, “After my sister passed away, I wanted to break ties with Jin Song, but he had a video, and from that point, I knew it would be difficult to get out unscathed.”

She listened, saying nothing.

He continued: “Lin Shuang said she found me a martial arts instructor, who was the Fifth Miss of the Jiang Family, and also said that the Jiang Family’s Fifth Miss’s idol just happened to be me.”

Lin Shuang said the opportunity had come.

His lifeline had appeared.

Jiang Wei’er asked with a slight tremor in her voice, “So, from the beginning, you knew who I was?”

He nodded: “I just didn’t know that you were the same person I met in my youth before I saw you.”

He didn’t know the Fifth Miss of the Jiang Family was the girl of his dreams; it started with a mistake, and then, everything went wrong.

From then on, without having to say anything, she would help him, and in two years, he went from an unknown singer to a popular actor.

“What about the burn on Lin Shuang’s body?” Jiang Wei’er’s hands hung at her sides and clenched, “Did you do that?”

He was silent for a long time: “Yes.” His voice was low and hoarse, “After being abused for a long time, one can develop the desire to abuse. I couldn’t bring myself to hurt you, but Lin Shuang was different, she—”

She couldn’t listen anymore: “I don’t believe it.” Her eyes reddened, and her trembling hands were clenched tightly, forcing herself to calm down, “You’ve hidden it for so long, why would you say it that day, outside my hospital room, without any concern? Wasn’t it deliberate for me to hear?”

He looked her straight in the eyes, unwavering, “Because I got the video, it was time to end things.”

She shook her head, “You’re not that kind of person…” she repeated to herself, muttering, “You’re not.”

“Wei’er.”

His voice remained gentle when he called her name, he said, “I’m an actor.”

No matter what role, none were beyond his performance, and what she saw was only what he chose to show her.

An actor excels at putting on a façade.

Jiang Wei’er felt unsteady, stumbling back a couple of steps: “One last question,” she stared at him, her gaze scorching, “Did you truly know nothing about Lin Shuang driving into Jiang Zhi?”

He replied, “I didn’t know.”

“If what you’re saying is the truth, then there are two possibilities.” Her face was devoid of color, only her bitten lips were a bright red, “First, you didn’t want to work with Jin Song and didn’t want to hurt Jiang Zhi, so it was Lin Shuang acting on her own initiative.”

That was Lin Shuang’s confession.

She looked at him fiercely, “Second, you wanted the video, and you wanted to hurt Jiang Zhi, but you didn’t want to dirty your own hands, so you coaxed her skillfully, you had Lin Shuang walk into the trap willingly, to clear the obstacles for you, because you knew, that woman was foolish, she would do anything for you.”

Her fists tightened, her nails dug into her skin, feeling no pain, while her feigned composure was close to shattering, her voice trembling, “Which one is it? Xiao Linsu, don’t lie to me.”

He didn’t answer directly: “Does it still matter which one?”

“It matters.”

His expression remained mild and calm, looking at her, composed, “I never forced Lin Shuang to do anything, it was all her voluntary choice, and,” finally, his tranquil eyes stirred, “ten years ago, it was Lin Shuang who introduced me to Jin Song.”

She suddenly laughed.

“Are you still the Xiao Linsu I knew?” She stood, swaying, reached out, as if wanting to touch his face, but suddenly retracted her hand and hurriedly retreated, “No, have I ever truly seen you?”

Xiao Linsu just watched her intently, those eyes blurred, filled with desolation.

“From now on…”

She began to speak, her voice broke, and the words stuck in her throat: “Let’s not see each other again.”

He agreed.

He said, “Wei’er,” his own voice quivered, his eyes reddened, “take care.”

After speaking, he was the first to turn away.

“Linsu.”

He stood there, not turning around, “Yeah.”

“Do you ever love me?”

“I did.” He didn’t turn to look at her; his voice quivered, “It’s just that the world has been so unfair to me, I have to love myself as well.”

After he finished speaking, he put on his mask and sunglasses, turned his back to her, and walked further and further away.

Jiang Wei’er stood still, beginning to smile; soon her face was streaming with tears.

“Wei’er.”

She wiped her eyes and turned to see Xue Bingxue, “Let me see her.”

“Okay.”

Lin Shuang was taken into custody, and when Jiang Wei’er saw her again, she was already dressed in prison garb.

“I asked the lawyer, you’ll get at least three years,” Jiang Wei’er said across from her, her eyes red from crying, “Do you regret it?”

Lin Shuang was calm, “No regrets.”

“What if he used you, would you regret it then?”

Lin Shuang shook her head, “There’s no using, it was all my choice.” She looked at Wei’er, her eyes full of resignation, “Wei’er, have you ever seen Xiao Linsu at the age of eighteen?”

Jiang Wei’er said, “I have.”

I remember how he was covered in wounds.

“Have you ever seen him before he debuted?” Lin Shuang asked.

Jiang Wei’er shook her head.

“I have.” She seemed to be speaking to herself, smiling with tears in her eyes, “The first time I saw him, he was kneeling under a tree, speaking to a dog, saying,”

She blinked, and tears fell, “He said, sorry, I can’t take you home, my sister has a heart condition, we can’t keep a dog…”

At that time, he was also just eighteen, youthful and innocent, wearing a clean school uniform, his eyes clear and uncorrupted by the turbid world.

The young boy knelt on the ground, took off his school jacket, and laid it on the shivering puppy.

Lin Shuang smiled through her tears, “Back then, he was pure and kind.”

Who hasn’t been untainted once, only to be scarred by the dust of the world…

After leaving the police station, Jiang Wei’er squatted on the ground and sobbed uncontrollably.

Zhou Xufang stood nearby, struggling to watch, her eyes also reddening, “Jiang Zhi, your aunt is crying.”

Jiang Zhi patted her head, “Someone’s gone.” He took her by the hand, “Come on, let’s go home.”

Behind them, Jiang Wei’er cried.

Xue Bingxue knelt beside her, awkwardly patting her back, unable to comfort, just repeating two words, “Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry…”

It was overcast, with rain on the way.

Jiang Zhi hadn’t gone far when Qiao Nanchu called him back with another phone call.

“There’s a case,” Qiao Nanchu stated briefly, “it’s related to you.”

Troubles never come singly.

One after another.

Jiang Zhi and Zhou Xufang returned to the police station. The projector was on, and Vice Captain Xing from the Criminal Investigation Team was presenting the case, “The victim, Duan Xi, twenty-two years old, a female artist from Tianxing.”

Captain Cheng added a comment, “Tianxing again.”

The Luo Family sure has had its share of troubles this year.

Vice Captain Xing pressed a button to the next slide, and the victim’s photo was projected.

Zhou Xufang’s gaze fixed; it was her…

“The victim was stabbed four times. The murderer put the body in a suitcase and threw it into a pond in the suburbs. The forensic examination has been done; the victim’s lower body had been assaulted with a sharp object like a pen and was severely injured. However, the assailant left no DNA. The fatal injury was a cut to the carotid artery, and the murder weapon was just an ordinary fruit knife. Since the body had been submerged for a long time, we can only approximate the time of death.” Vice Captain Xing looked towards Jiang Zhi, “It’s roughly the same time you were thrown into the sea, Mr. Jiang.”

Jiang Zhi stayed silent, pulling the girl beside him closer into his arms, fearing the gore, and covered her eyes.

Zhou Xufang pushed his hand away; she wanted to see.

Vice Captain Xing continued, “Moreover, our investigation found that Duan Xi also attended the cruise ship wedding that day. Witnesses saw her on the boat, meaning, her time of death was after boarding the ship. The first and second floors of the cruise were guest lounges with no surveillance, but we captured the victim at a few staircases. Before her death, two people had come into contact with her.”

On the projector, two photos were displayed.

A ripple stirred in Jiang Zhi’s peach blossom eyes, almost instinctively; he took off Zhou Xufang’s mask.

Suspect number one—Zhou Xufang.

Others couldn’t recognize her, but Jiang Zhi did instantly.

Vice Captain Xing explained, “Suspect number one, female, judging by the outfit, seems to be a cruise ship waiter, but she wore a mask and gloves, acting suspiciously, and we have yet to verify her identity.”

Zhou Xufang appeared lost in thought.

But it was Jiang Zhi who, fearing she would be recognized, eagerly hid her in his embrace.

“The second suspect, we only captured a hand, but that hand’s watch,” Vice Captain Xing asked Jiang Zhi, “do you recognize it, Mr. Jiang?”

I don’t remember the hand, but I recognize the watch.

Jiang Zhi looked at the men’s watch, “It’s the person who pushed me into the sea.”

“That’s right, the same person.”

Because the man in the photo also had scratch marks on the back of his hand.