The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie-Chapter 194 - : 194: Jiang Zhi has a way to tame a wife, Fang Bao can only follow

Chapter 194: 194: Jiang Zhi has a way to tame a wife, Fang Bao can only follow

The waters of the Luo Family run deep.

Zhou Xufang pondered with furrowed brows.

Jiang Zhi reached out, and the tip of his index finger landed on her forehead, smoothing out her furrowed brows as he asked, “The ribs are ready, do you want to try them?”

Zhou Xufang didn’t want to think about the matters of the Luo Family anymore and nodded, “Yes.”

Jiang Zhi led her to the kitchen, where the computer was still on. Ms. Song, seeing Zhou Xufang come in, enthusiastically called out, “Shuangxi’s mother!”

Shuangxi: “Giggle giggle giggle!”

Shuangxi’s mother: “…”

Shuangxi was even wearing handmade ‘diapers’… Ah Wan’s mother was really amazing.

Zhou Xufang greeted her: “Auntie, hello.”

Ms. Song smiled warmly and affectionately, “Hello to you too.”

Zhou Xufang stood upright, clearly looking like a good student.

Jiang Zhi picked up a piece of rib and fed it to her lips. She felt it was inappropriate to be so affectionate in front of an elder, so she turned away and took a small bite.

Jiang Zhi immediately asked, “Is it good?”

A bit sweet, a bit sour.

Zhou Xufang nodded, “Mhm, it’s good.” She leaned in to take another bite, “Really good.”

Jiang Zhi, afraid she was just flattering him, also bit where she had bitten. The taste… was average at best, at least not bad.

Zhou Xufang was very supportive, giving two big thumbs-up, genuinely and earnestly praising him, “Jiang Zhi, you’re really amazing!”

There was, to some extent, the exaggeration of seeing beauty in the eyes of the lover in her words, but Jiang Zhi took it well. He glanced at the plate of sweet and sour ribs, ignoring the few burnt pieces and the pasty sauce, “Cooking isn’t that hard.”

He was close to bursting with pride.

Just ignore the pile of ruined ribs in the trash, and the mess that was visible all over the kitchen!

At that moment, Ms. Song asked, “Jiang Zhi, is the rice ready?”

Jiang Zhi went to open the pot, glanced inside, and his previously upturned mouth corners drooped, “The pot’s broken.”

Ms. Song craned her neck to see, “What’s wrong?” Isn’t it a new pot? How could it be broken already?

Jiang Zhi slammed the pot lid down, “It’s not cooked.”

Ms. Song felt something wasn’t right, “Did you not set it to cook rice?”

“I did,” Jiang Zhi was certain, “It’s the pot that’s broken.”

He wanted to throw away this piece of junk that Xue Baoyi had bought.

Zhou Xufang walked over, touched the edge of the pot – it was cold. She turned the body of the pot half a circle, looked, oh, she understood now, “Jiang Zhi, you didn’t plug it in.”

He looked towards the computer, “You didn’t tell me.”

“Ahem.” Ms. Song coughed pretentiously, “Isn’t this… common sense?”

Jiang Zhi: “…”

Zhou Xufang plugged it in, worried that Jiang Zhi would feel downhearted, she comforted, “We just need to wait a bit longer.”

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Ms. Song also consoled, “It’s okay, just a small mistake, you’ll get the hang of it after a few more tries.”

Jiang Zhi didn’t speak, his gaze coolly fixed on the pot, determined to throw this piece of junk away.

Zhou Xufang suddenly became very perceptive, “It’s all this pot’s fault!”

After belittling the pot, she began to praise Jiang Zhi, “You did really well.”

Her expression was sincere, “You get it right after one try, that’s the most amazing!” She put up her thumbs again, “Besides QQ Dancer, you know everything else, you’re incredibly awesome!”

“The most amazing in the entire universe!!”

Jiang Zhi: “…” Why bring up QQ Dancer?

Ms. Song: “…” Such flattery!

Shuangxi: “Giggle!”

Although the meal had some mishaps, Zhou Xufang ended up eating the ribs that Jiang Zhi had made. Afterward, she insisted on washing the dishes but was sent away with a tub of ice cream by Jiang Zhi.

The next afternoon.

At the police station.

“Mr. Cheng.”

It was Liu Jieyang from the Forensic Department.

Captain Cheng stubbed out his cigarette, “Is the autopsy report out?”

“It’s out.”

“What does it say?”

“There are two wounds on the victim’s body, both on the back of the head—one is a minor injury, and the other is fatal. The murder weapon appears to be a brick or something similar; the minor injury was likely caused by the assailant striking from behind. The real fatal blow was dealt straight down to the back of the head, causing intracranial bleeding. From the angle and the force, it could have been manslaughter.”

Captain Cheng was surprised, “Manslaughter?”

“Yes,” the medical examiner explained, “to put it simply, the assailant struck the victim once, and when the victim fell backward, their head hit a rock. I asked the trace evidence team, and there indeed was a rock at the location corresponding with the back of the victim’s head. There’s no sign that the body was moved, and the placement of the rock is consistent with the fatal injury, making manslaughter a very likely scenario.”

This result was completely unexpected.

“Can you deduce the identity of the assailant?”

“About 1.8 meters tall, and judging by the force, likely male. Oh right,” the medical examiner added, “the rock used to strike the victim wasn’t found at the scene; it must have been taken by the assailant.”

Captain Cheng hung up the phone.

“According to Liu’s speculation,” Zhang Wen was skeptical, “the murderer isn’t Luo Changde or Luo Qinghe?”

These two suspects were both not 1.8 meters tall.

“It’s not necessarily a direct murder,” Captain Cheng said, “Peng Zhongming has been living abroad for a long time, and besides the Luo father and daughter, he hasn’t had contact with anyone else.”

At the moment, these two seemed to have the highest suspicion.

At 10 p.m., the weather was oppressive; the sky threatened rain but held back.

Lao Wu, the property surveillance officer for Jinfeng Garden, had just gone out for a late-night snack and came back to find a person in the control room—a tall, burly, dark man.

He wore a mask, and the brim of his baseball cap was pulled down low. Lao Wu took a couple of glances but couldn’t make out which resident it was. He put his hands behind his back and approached, “Who are you?”

The man didn’t say who he was, nor did he remove his mask, instead commanding, “Pull up the surveillance from seven to eight o’clock the night before last.”

This person was strange.

Lao Wu suspected ill intent, “Just pull it up because you say so?” He waved his hand to shoo the man away, “Get out, get out, you can’t come in here.”

The man’s feet didn’t budge, and his hand reached into his coat pocket.

Lao Wu saw—

A dagger!

Lao Wu was stunned.

The man’s grip on the knife handle was inside the pocket, not pulled out, and he repeated the same words again: “Pull up the surveillance from seven to eight o’clock the night before last.”

These days, how many people wouldn’t flinch at the sight of a knife?

Lao Wu stuttered, “I-I-I’ll pull it up right now.” He sat at the surveillance desk, trembling as he pulled up the files. He was so tense that his brain couldn’t keep up, “What time?”

The man stood behind, his hand and the knife unmoved, “Seven to eight o’clock.”

Seven to eight o’clock?

Oh, right.

Lao Wu turned back weakly.

The man’s impatience grew, “Hurry up!”

“There’s no video.” With a despondent expression and a trembling voice, Lao Wu said, “Last night at seven, the surveillance system just happened to break.”

At this, the man grew angry, “You trying to fool me?”

“No!” Lao Wu stole a glance at the knife’s handle, indeed, a bit more had been revealed, and he was scared half to death, his back breaking out in a cold sweat, “I have the repair records too.”

He immediately produced them, offering them up with both hands, meekly saying, “Last night the surveillance really was broken…”

The man snatched the logbook, glanced at it, threw it down, and turned to leave.

Lao Wu collapsed in his chair, took a deep breath to calm his nerves, and when his heart dropped back into his stomach, he looked up at the screen. In the surveillance footage, the man was on the second floor, just as he reached the stairwell, something dark and inconspicuous blocked the doorway, then the screen flickered… the surveillance failed again.

That dark and inconspicuous figure was none other than Zhou Xufang.

The man was Chen Li, carrying out an order from Luo Huaiyu to find something Peng Zhongming had brought and the person who intercepted it midway.

Zhou Xufang had one foot planted on the door, blocking the way. She deliberately lowered her voice, “Are you looking for me?” To make sure the man knew, she repeated the name of the book, “Be a Budhist or Live a Fulfilling Life.” She had indeed been to this residential area the night before Peng Zhongming died.

It was her!

Chen Li reached out to grab her.

She dodged adroitly, circling behind him, and then, turning back, kicked at Chen Li’s shin, “Big brother, remember to be a good person.”

Chen Li slammed against the door and immediately his shin throbbed painfully. Annoyed and ashamed, he snapped, “Who the hell are you!”

Zhou Xufang replied smoothly, “I am Lord Black Impermanence.”

Her hat bore the symbol of a professional errand runner, Z. Chen Li had heard of her, but apart from her gender and professional skills, he knew very little about her.

“Is the item in your possession?”

Zhou Xufang admitted, “Yes.”

Chen Li’s eyes lit up instantly, “Hand it over, or else—”

She cut him off, speaking in a negotiating tone, “Don’t you want to worry about your own problems first?” Stretching her hand behind her, she pulled a bag out from the outermost part of her backpack, “Recognize this rock?”

Inside the transparent, sealed bag was a rock the size of a fist, stained with blood that had turned dark red as it dried.

Chen Li’s complexion changed drastically.

This was the rock he had thrown away!

Correct, Zhou Xufang had picked it up from the trash can. That night, after intercepting Peng Zhongming’s belongings, she followed him and, finding no cover in the underpass, she stayed outside and didn’t enter, hiding instead.

She hadn’t witnessed Peng Zhongming’s murder but had seen Chen Li come out with the blood-stained rock and toss it away after circling several streets.

Zhou Xufang dangled the sealed bag and shook it slightly, “Next time, find a place without surveillance to throw it away.”

No, that’s not right.

She corrected herself, speaking coldly, “Next time don’t do bad things, read more books, do more good.”

Without another word, Chen Li lunged forward, reaching out to grab it.

Zhou Xufang bent backward, easily dodging, and circled behind Chen Li before continuing, “The autopsy report says that Peng Zhongming was knocked unconscious with a rock and then suffered a head injury, leading to cerebral hemorrhage and death. It was manslaughter and this rock is the murder weapon.”

Chen Li missed and stumbled forward a few steps before immediately spinning around and launching another attack at her.

Zhou Xufang only defended, retreating three steps before raising her foot and sidestepping, kicking Chen Li’s reaching hand away. Her cap from the hoodie fell off, and she calmly put it back on, “You have a previous record, right? That’s probably going to mean a long sentence.”

Chen Li tried to strike multiple times, but couldn’t touch her. His hand reached into his pocket, pulling out a dagger—a military dagger, two palms long, with a sharp tip.

Brandishing the knife, he advanced toward her.

Zhou Xufang stopped retreating, put the rock back into her bag, and then took out a pair of black gloves from her pocket. She donned them, secured the special glasses on her nose, and spoke in a deliberately suppressed voice, gravely and icily, “You’re also attempting murder to silence a witness, which elevates your crime.”

Chen Li raised his hand, thrusting the dagger at her.

Zhou Xufang leapt up, dodging the military dagger with her ankle, hooked his head, and in a mid-air flip, slammed him to the ground.

It was a clean and efficient chokehold slam.

Half of Chen Li’s body numbed, and he clenched his teeth in pain, his grip tightening on the knife as he raised his hand again.

Zhou Xufang pressed her knee against his belly with force.

“Ah!”

He yelled as the knife he thrust forward was caught between her fingers, which, without seeming to exert much effort, gently pulled.

The knife in his hand was now in hers. He reached out to grab it.

Zhou Xufang intercepted his wrist and twisted it backward.

“Ah!”

Another cry of pain.

His wrist was dislocated, and his face turned pale with agony.

With one hand pinning him down and the other holding the knife, Zhou Xufang patted his face, not using brute force anymore, reasoning with him, “You can’t beat me, not even ten of you could. If you still aren’t convinced, I won’t fight you. I’ll just hand this rock and the surveillance footage of you throwing it over to the police.”

Chen Li tried to struggle but found he couldn’t move.

Zhou Xufang continued to reason with him, “Now that you’re my defeated opponent, you have to listen to me.” She asked him, “Do you listen or not?”

Chen Li stayed silent for a long time.

The knee pressing on his belly gave another push—

“Cough cough cough…” His lungs felt like they were going to burst as he forced out, “What do you want me to do?”

That’s being obedient.

She was easy to talk to.

She let go of him and stood up, playing with the military knife in her hand, “I want you to be a minion for Lord Black Impermanence.”

When Zhou Xufang returned to Qingshan Mansion, it was almost eleven o’clock.

The lights were off in the house, and she crept in, quiet and stealthy.

“Zhou Xufang.”

Zhou Xufang: “!”

Oh! Caught!

She put down the two shoes she was carrying, turned on the light.

Jiang Zhi was sitting on the sofa in the living room, wearing pajamas, with not a hint of sleepiness in his eyes.

Zhou Xufang touched his nose, “You’re awake.”

Jiang Zhi didn’t engage in her tangential talk, with a thick, dark ink gathering in his peach blossom eyes, “Did you go find him?”

Her voice weakly responded, “Yeah.”

Jiang Zhi humphed at her, “We agreed to go together.” He was genuinely annoyed, and there wasn’t a hint of approval in his eyes, “But you coaxed me to sleep.”

He knew everything about Chen Li, about Peng Zhongming’s cause of death, holding Chen Li in his hands as a pawn was also his calculation.

They had agreed on it.

Yet, she coaxed him to sleep and acted alone.

How could he not be angry?

Zhou Xufang tried to explain, “I fell asleep too, it was you who kicked me awake.” Then the email from Shuangjiang arrived saying Chen Li was on the move.

Jiang Zhi was silent…

He didn’t want to discuss his sleeping habits with her at all.

He was feeling hot just wearing pajamas, and out of irritation with her, he unbuttoned a button, “Don’t make excuses.”

Zhou Xufang, “Oh.”

He unbuttoned another, “Come here.”

“Oh.”

She shuffled toward him.

Jiang Zhi pulled her to sit beside him, “Did it go smoothly?”

She nodded, not to boast, but simply stated the fact, “I was amazing, knocked them down.”

Jiang Zhi took the mask off her face, then the hat, lifting her face reddened by the night breeze, his gaze deep as he looked at her, “Is it because you’re so capable, that you don’t need me?”

That feeling made him feel powerless.

Zhou Xufang grabbed his hand, holding it tightly, “That’s not it.” She explained to him, “It’s not because I’m capable that I didn’t bring you, it’s that it’s very cold outside, I didn’t want you to go through the trouble and fatigue.”

At this moment, saying such things…

How could he stay angry?

Jiang Zhi couldn’t be annoyed with her anymore, but with himself, feeling sulky, he asked, “Who taught you to speak such sweet nothings?”

She looked at him eagerly, “It’s the truth.”

Damn it, she’s his nemesis!

Jiang Zhi pulled her onto his lap, his tone softened, “Then let me ask you, would you rather I go through trouble and fatigue, or would you rather I live in fear and anxiety?”

She wanted neither.

She didn’t answer, so he changed the question, “Are all the people from that Genetic Laboratory dead?”

Zhou Xufang didn’t know what he was getting at and replied that they were not.

Jiang Zhi frowned, the hand around her waist tightening, “So you’re saying, there might be people as capable as you, who also know your weaknesses.”

Zhou Xufang thought for a moment and nodded.

Jiang Zhi wasn’t rushing, leading her on sentence by sentence, “Before you are invulnerable to swords and guns, and you have a partner who shares life and death with you, going it alone is the worst strategy.” He asked her, “Do you agree with this statement?”

Zhou Xufang, “I agree.”

So, his conclusion was, “Next time, don’t act alone, bring me.”

He was so clever.

If it really came down to reasoning, to logic, she couldn’t beat him, she could only obediently agree, “Got it.” Convincing her was simple for him, a little sweet-talking, a little strategizing was all it took.

Jiang Zhi caressed her face, “If you can’t bear to part with me,” he looped his arm around her neck, pulling her close, whispering in her ear, “then spoil me more in bed from now on.”

Zhou Xufang was speechless…

He was so improper.

She pushed him gently, without much force, but she cursed vehemently, “Little hooligan!”

The little hooligan even laughed as he chased her for a kiss.

She didn’t want to fuss with the little hooligan anymore. She had serious matters to discuss, “Should we hand over that tape to Tang Xiang?”

Jiang Zhi carried her toward the bedroom, “Tang Xiang still needs to stay with the Luo family, it would be inconvenient for her to come forward.”

Her hands wrapped properly around his neck, “Then just give it directly to the police?”

Jiang Zhi said not to, as he placed her on the bedroom bed and pecked her lips, his eyes gleaming with mirth, “Fang Bao, how about I teach you how to use others to do the dirty work?”