The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie

Chapter 105: 105: Fang Bao protects her husband, abusing Jiang Fuli
 

Boom!

After the flash of lightning and the roar of thunder, the downpour began.

“Old Madam,” Gui Family looked at the deluge outside, “Fifth Miss is still kneeling out there.”

Old Lady Jiang was lying on her side on the couch, pinching the bridge of her nose, “Let her kneel. Without a taste of hardship, she will never come to her senses.”

Gui Family was not at ease and glanced outside several times, “Mr. Xiao has also arrived.” After a moment’s thought, she still stepped forward to persuade, “Old Madam, why not let them—”

Her words were cut off.

“Don’t plead for that girl.” Old Lady Jiang fell silent for a while, then heaved a long sigh, “That child is not bad, it’s just a pity, her lot in life is poor, and she will not have peace for the rest of her days.”

Jiang Wei’er had been kneeling for five hours, the cold seeping into her bones, her body couldn’t take it, and she fainted. When she woke up again, she was in the hospital.

There was no one in the hospital room, it was very quiet. Outside, it had already grown dark and the lights were off, leaving the room dim and shadowy.

She lay with her eyes open, took a while to recover, then sat up and called out, “Linsu.”

“Linsu.”

No one answered her.

She put on a piece of clothing, got out of bed, and walked towards the door pushing her IV stand. The room was dark, with only the light from the corridor filtering in. As she got closer, she could hear people talking in the corridor outside; the sound was indistinct and hard to make out.

Taking a few more steps towards the door, she finally recognized the voice as Lin Shuang’s.

“Did you get the video?”

“Yes.”

“That’s good.” Lin Shuang asked, “When are you going to break up with her?”

After that, there was a long silence.

Xiao Linsu’s originally weak voice laced with a few strands of rage, “It’s none of your business.”

“Weren’t we in agreement? Once you get the video, you’d break it off cleanly with her. Linsu, have you grown attached to her?”

Jiang Wei’er had known Lin Shuang for two years.

Lin Shuang was decisive and firm in her actions, always swift like the wind in everything she did, indifferent towards everyone. Jiang Wei’er had never heard her speak with such a tone, vulnerable, pleading, and filled with anguish.

She even choked up, “You can’t bear to lay a finger on her, yet you didn’t hesitate to burn me with cigarette butts.”

“Don’t compare yourself to her.”

Xiao Linsu was a singer by origin, naturally blessed with a gentle voice.

However, the words he spoke were invisibly hurtful.

“That’s true, what am I compared to her? She is the Fifth Miss of the Jiang Family, a lady favored by the heavens. Without the conveniences provided by her Jiang Family, we would never have been able to flourish under Jin Song’s watchful eye.” Lin Shuang said with a bitter laugh, “You knew she was from the Jiang Family from the start, from the beginning, I never measured up to her in your heart.”

“Enough.” He lowered his voice, tossing the words at her face one by one, “Wasn’t this all your own choice? Have I ever coerced you?”

Lin Shuang found herself at a loss for words.

Click—

The door was pushed open, and Xiao Linsu turned his head to see Jiang Wei’er standing at the entrance of the hospital room.

She stood leaning against the door, unsteady, “What are you talking about? I don’t understand.”

Xiao Linsu’s first reaction was to avert his gaze, and then he reached out to pull her towards him.

“Wei’er.”

Jiang Wei’er stepped back, knocking over the IV stand. The needle was torn from her flesh, and droplets of blood beaded on the back of her hand. She paid it no mind, staring at Xiao Linsu, “You knew who I was from the start, you approached me just to get rid of Jin Song.” She paused, a lump in her throat, “Is that what you meant by your conversation just now?”

He remained silent.

Jiang Wei’er staggered a few steps, barely able to stand, her body trembling, her voice quivering, “Fine, you don’t have to answer that. Just answer me one question, the burn on Lin Shuang’s hand, who did it?”

She had seen the burn scars from cigarette butts on Lin Shuang’s arm.

He was still silent.

Jiang Wei’er’s eyes were bloodshot as she yelled, “Xiao Linsu!”

It was at that moment that footsteps approached.

Four men, the leader in his thirties with a respectable appearance, came over from the other end of the hallway, “Are you Xiao Linsu?”

“I am.”

The man pulled out a badge from his pocket, “I’m Lin Qian from the Criminal Investigation Squad. You’re suspected of being involved in an intentional murder case, and we’re arresting you on an emergency basis. You have the right to remain silent, but anything you say can and will be used in a court of law. Please come with us.”

As one wave subsided, another arose. The calamity arrived without warning.

Jiang Wei’er even doubted that she was hearing things.

“Attempted murder,” she looked at Xiao Linsu and asked, “who is the victim?”

Xiao Linsu remained silent the whole time.

Lin Qian said, “He hit someone with a car, the victim was the Jiang Family’s youngest son, Jiang Zhi.” He added, “It’s an attempted murder, which constitutes a crime.”

Attempted murder…

Jiang Zhi…

Jiang Wei’er felt as if all her strength had been drained, and she collapsed backward.

“Wei’er!”

It was Xiao Linsu, calling out her name with a voice hoarse from exertion.

Jiang Wei’er had slept for an entire day and had a very long dream. In the dream were Xiao Linsu at eighteen, Xiao Linsu at twenty-eight, her mother, Jin Song in the video wielding a whip, and also Xue Bingxue holding her hand, begging her not to leave.

“Wei’er.”

“Wei’er.”

Someone was calling her.

Jiang Wei’er opened her eyes to blinding lights; she squinted and looked at the person by the bed.

“Bingxue.”

She had had a fever all night, and her voice was completely hoarse.

Xue Bingxue got up from the chair and squatted in front of her. “Hm?” He had watched over her all night and had barely closed his eyes; his eyes were red with blood vessels.

“What’s wrong?”

He didn’t hear her clearly and leaned in closer, “What?”

She looked at the ceiling and murmured to herself, “Where did I go wrong…”

Where did she go wrong?

Why had things turned out so absurdly?

“You did nothing wrong,” Xue Bingxue said in her ear, “you’ve done nothing wrong at all.”

She had simply fallen for someone with all her heart.

“I’ll sleep a little more…”

She closed her eyes again, drifting in and out of consciousness.

Outside the room, the rain continued to fall. In the evening, Old Madam Jiang had come by and stood outside the hospital room without entering; after a while, she walked away.

Jiang Wei’er drifted in and out of consciousness for several days. The high fever would not subside, and she was mostly delirious, having lost a lot of weight.

During these days, a lot of things had happened. Mr. Xue and Jin Song had fallen out, with Mr. Xue withdrawing his investment from Tang Heng. Jin Family’s stock price plummeted, and using this as justification, Jin Lei forcefully stripped Jin Song of all his voting rights in the board of directors.

The next day, Jin Song was involved in criminal cases and was urgently arrested by the police.

When the police came to arrest him, Jin Family’s corporate penthouse was holding a shareholders’ meeting. Jin Song, having been stripped of his powers, had no right to participate. He was causing a scene outside the conference room, and when the doors opened, he realized that Xue Bingxue was also inside, sitting in the top seat, with Jin Lei next to him.

Jin Song had an epiphany.

He had unwittingly led a wolf into his house.

“Xue Bingxue, are you playing me?”

Xue Bingxue didn’t look like a businessman at all, dressed in a suit, elegant like a gentleman without any aggression: “Yes,” he said, “Jiang Zhi is my childhood friend, and Jiang Wei’er is the girl I like. You targeted both of them, so I played you.”

Everyone said that Mr. Xue was an upright gentleman.

Turns out, even upright gentlemen can resort to unscrupulous tactics.

Jin Song cursed loudly and lunged forward, wishing he could tear Xue Bingxue apart to vent his anger.

The two officers who were restraining him pulled him back, pressing down hard: “Keep it up, and we’ll charge you with assaulting a police officer.”

He was dragged away, still struggling and cursing for a long time before finally quieting down.

The internal strife within Jin Family could now be considered concluded. Jin Song was suspected of several criminal offenses and, once imprisoned, it would not be so easy for him to get out. From then on, Jin Family’s Tang Heng would be dominated by Jin Lei alone.

Jin Lei was naturally pleased with the outcome, his mood blooming with joy. He turned around and bowed to Xue Bingxue, “Thank you, Mr. Xue, for your assistance.”

Xue Bingxue had the face of a child, his expression harmless: “I did not assist you. From now on, our Xue Family will be taking control of Jin Family.”

Jin Lei was shocked!

This too was a wolf that devoured people without spitting out the bones!

In the afternoon, Qiao Nanchu came to the hospital; he looked at Jiang Zhi and saw that his complexion was not bad.

“Why haven’t you been discharged yet?”

Jiang Zhi covered his mouth and coughed twice, convincingly, “Seriously ill.”

Qiao Nanchu threw a fruit peel at him, “Stop faking.” He tossed half a tangerine into his mouth and got to the point, “I’ve already given the recording to Mr. Cheng.”

“Uh-huh.”

“With the recording and witness testimony, you should be looking at a sentence of maybe ten or twenty years.” Qiao Nanchu asked him, “How did you get that recording?”

Jiang Zhi lay on one arm, looking the picture of sickness, too weak to even move, and said breathily, “Picked it up on the street.”

This guy couldn’t lie to save his life.

Qiao Nanchu didn’t press him for details, peeled another tangerine, stretched out his legs, moved his neck around, and casually said, “Who’s got the clout to make a beast like Jin Song come clean?”

Jiang Zhi continued the banter, “Could be a Fairy.”

“…”

Qiao Nanchu choked, laughed, and cursed him for being insane.

His phone rang.

Qiao Nanchu threw the tangerine peel on the table and picked up. He listened for just over a minute, then hung up, “Someone provided an alibi for Jiang Xiaolin, clearing him from suspicion for the time being.”

Jiang Zhi lifted his eyelids, “Who?”

“The Luo Family, Tang Xiang.” The chair was too small for comfort, so Qiao Nanchu stood up, kicked the chair away, “Four suspects, all now have alibis. We’ll have to start by investigating who gave false testimony.”

In the end, whoever pushed Jiang Zhi to the brink wasn’t from the Jiang Family, it was someone from the Luo Family.

“What about that watch?”

Qiao Nanchu rubbed his chin, chuckled, “With your drawing skills, looking for clues is like finding a needle in a haystack.”

Jiang Zhi directly pelted him with a fruit peel, telling him to get lost.

Qiao Nanchu laughed and left with a cigarette in his mouth.

At the end of the hospital corridor, someone stood against the light making a call; the light from the window was blocked, casting a slender shadow on the floor.

“Tang Xiang?”

“Check her out for me.”

She turned around; it was Jiang Fuli.

Jiang Fuli’s features were sharp, with deep-set eyes and a high nose bridge, lacking the gentleness and grace of an Eastern woman, yet altogether, she exuded a bold and stunning beauty. She spoke in a low voice, instructing the person on the phone as she walked, “Be careful with Jiang Xiaolin. If he could scratch your hand, he could also land you with an attempted murder charge.”

The person she was talking to was the prime suspect in pushing Jiang Zhi into danger, Huang Peidong.

After a few more instructions, Jiang Fuli hung up the phone and barely took a turn around the corner when someone crashed right into her.

With a loud thud.

Her phone clattered to the ground; she lost her balance and stumbled backward, slamming hard against the wall, causing half her shoulder to throb with pain.

The other person said, “Sorry.”

Cold and dry, the word lacked any sincerity.

It was a young girl dressed in black, head down, avoiding eye contact. Jiang Fuli straightened her business suit a bit, “With so much space, did you do that on purpose?”

The young girl looked up, expressionless, “No.”

Jiang Fuli sized her up, “Have we met before?”

Still with no change in facial expression, “No.”

“Since we haven’t, why did you bump into me?”

“Unintentional.”

Jiang Fuli laughed, revealing a sharpness in her eyes, “Do I look that easy to fool?”

The girl who’d been allowing her eyelids to droop finally revealed her full eyes: phoenix-shaped, slender and upturned at the corners, cold and detached, “Then are you going to sue me?”

Not a hint of regret or politeness, full of aggression.

Such hostility.

Jiang Fuli was puzzled, wondering when she had offended this person.

“If you’re not suing, then I’m leaving.” She turned her head to go.

Jiang Fuli, arms crossed, stood still, “What’s your name?”

She turned back, unfazed, “I’m called Black Impermanence.”

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“…”

After Jiang Fuli had walked away, ‘Black Impermanence’ tiptoed back and chased after her. Reaching the stairwell, she picked up a pebble from a potted plant and peeked over the edge, aiming carefully.

After taking aim, she threw the pebble.

“Ah!”

The scream of Jiang Fuli echoed from the stairwell.

‘Black Impermanence’ finally revealed a satisfied and joyous smile.

Humph, it’s this bad woman who bullied Jiang Zhi.

After several days of overcast weather, it finally cleared up in the afternoon.

Tang Xiang finished giving her statement and signed it, then left the police station.

Jiang Xiaolin hadn’t left yet, standing at the entrance with one hand in his pocket and straightening his tie with the other, sporting a pair of rimless glasses today. His features were well-defined, and he had a handsome appearance.

Dressed to the nines and looking every bit the part!

“Shall I take you?”

Mature and composed?

Apparently, outsiders have a misunderstanding about the eldest grandson of the main branch of the Jiang Family. Tang Xiang thought he was nothing but a wolf in sheep’s clothing. She bypassed him: “I drove here.”

Jiang Xiaolin leisurely followed her, “That’s perfect, I didn’t drive. You can give me a lift.”

“…”

He was just like he had been in their school days, going out of his way to annoy her.

Turning her head, Tang Xiang said with an indifferent face, “Mr. Jiang, are we that familiar?”

Jiang Xiaolin calmly adjusted the glasses on the bridge of his nose: “If we’re not familiar, then why did you rush to testify for me?”

Eager?

Damn you!

Tang Xiang didn’t want to get into a squabble with him. She took her car keys and strode ahead: “One thing doesn’t relate to the other. I just did what a good citizen should do.”

She opened the car door, got in, and was about to close it—

Jiang Xiaolin raised his hand and held it open: “A good citizen would give me a ride home, right?”

“…”

Tang Xiang wished she could smash the car keys into his face.

Jiang Xiaolin got into the car, and Tang Xiang sat in the driver’s seat and drove in silence.

“Why not talk?”

She kept her eyes on the road: “I have nothing to say to you.”

Jiang Xiaolin leaned on the car window, looking over at her. The elegance of a young noble was tossed aside. His mature, composed demeanor was gone to the dogs. He spoke disgracefully: “Then let’s talk about your underwear.”

Tang Xiang turned her head: “Jiang Xiaolin!”

He acknowledged her with a hum and suddenly changed his demeanor, appearing more respectful: “It wasn’t me who took them.”

She was at her wit’s end: “Can we not bring this up anymore?”

That was from their sophomore year.

While she was in the bathhouse, someone stole her underwear. Wrapped in a towel, she chased after the thief, only to find Jiang Xiaolin outside the bathhouse with her missing underwear hanging off his backpack.

She had directly reported him to the academic affairs office.

Because of that incident, Jiang Xiaolin had five points deducted from his conduct score and also got the nickname “lecher”. Since then, he had begun to target her.

He said, “We can’t turn the page.”

“Fine.” She decided to have it out with him, “If you’re not a lecher, what were you doing outside the women’s bathhouse in the middle of the night?”

He casually replied: “I was passing by.”

Passing by?

Ha.

“Don’t believe me?” Suddenly, Jiang Xiaolin moved closer to her, his face devoid of a smile, his presence dominating, “If I were a lecher, would you still be able to sit here arguing with me?”

Hiss—

The car stopped.

Tang Xiang yelled at him: “Get out!”

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