The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie

Chapter 41: 041: Zhou Xufang teaches Luo Qinghe a lesson

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“I need to know, exactly who is after Jiang Zhi.”

“I’ll investigate for you,” Shuangjiang typed back. “And there’s something else, someone else has impersonated you and caused trouble again.”

It wasn’t the first time someone had committed a crime under her guise.

Zhou Xufang couldn’t help but get angry, her pupils tinted a faint blood-red. She lowered her head, her eyelashes casting downwards, “Did you find out who it was?”

“Yes, I found out.” Shuangjiang explained, “It’s that Luo surname, the theft and robbery a few days ago were also her doing, setting people up. She’s been holding a grudge since Zhou Qingrang offended her last time, deliberately making trouble for us.”

Luo Qinghe.

Zhou Xufang didn’t like this malicious woman, “I’m going to see her.”

Shuangjiang was worried and advised her, “Ah Fang, it’s a trap to lure you out, don’t go. I’m afraid for your safety, people like Luo Qinghe are despicable and hold grudges.”

“I must go.” Zhou Xufang threw the blood-stained wet cloth into the trash can, “She holds grudges, and I hold grudges too.”

Besides, if she didn’t seek revenge, she wouldn’t be able to sleep.

The crescent moon was like a hook, its glow hazy, shrouding the night sky in a layer of fine gauze.

The thirty-six-story skyscraper towered into the clouds, and at the top floor was the office of Younger Luo of the Luo Family.

Secretary Han Feng knocked on the door and went in, “Younger Luo.”

Luo Qinghe sat in the boss’s chair, holding a cigarette between her fingers, smoke slowly drifting from her fiery red lips, “What is it?”

“There’s some trouble from Zhou Qingrang’s side.”

Her nail-pinching fingers were neatly manicured; she tapped the cigarette butt and looked down at the falling ashes, “You can’t handle a cripple?”

Han Feng’s neck glistened with a thin sweat, he replied cautiously, “I’ve taken care of the radio station, and we could have driven him out, but today someone from the Lu Family got involved.”

After the sex entertainment incident, Zhou Qingrang was demoted to the nighttime radio station.

He still had good relations with the higher-ups in Central Television, and as long as he stayed in the hosting world, his return from the radio station was only a matter of time. Of course, Luo Qinghe was not satisfied with this outcome; she wanted a permanent solution, preferably to keep Zhou Qingrang off the broadcasting desk forever.

She snuffed out the cigarette, “Which person from the Lu Family got involved?”

Among the Four Great Families, the Jiang Family was the most formidable, followed by the Lu Family.

Han Feng replied, “It’s Second Miss Lu, Lu Sheng.”

Lu Sheng, another formidable character.

The Lu Family’s eldest son’s narcolepsy was recurrent and unresolved, he didn’t manage the family affairs much, and with few heirs, the vast family fortune was managed by Lu Sheng.

This Lu Sheng, steeped in years of business, was not a good Samaritan with a heart of compassion.

Luo Qinghe pondered, “How did that crippled Zhou Qingrang get involved with Lu Sheng?”

Han Feng reported in detail, “Second Miss Lu is a sound fetishist; her subordinates say she’s recently become enamored with Zhou Qingrang’s voice.” He paused for a moment, then added, “Zhou Qingrang probably won’t stay in the radio station for long. If Lu Sheng speaks up, even the TV station director would have to give some face to the Lu Family, but perhaps it’s just a novelty, something to dabble in for a while.”

Luo Qinghe sneered, this Lu Sheng was still just a young girl after all, and Zhou Qingrang was handsome and ethereal. However, he was disabled, and how much protection could he receive, there would always be a time when he would be discarded.

“Keep an eye on it for now.”

Han Feng agreed and was just turning around when the lights in the office suddenly went out.

Luo Qinghe’s expression changed abruptly, “What’s going on?”

Han Feng took out his phone for light, “I’ll go check—”

Click.

The door opened, and Han Feng’s words ceased abruptly as the bright light shining through the door gap dazzled his eyes. He reached out to block the light, about to speak, when a gust of wind swept over his collar, and then he felt a numbness at his neck and fell to the ground.

Bang.

The door closed again.

Luo Qinghe stood up in a rush, “Who’s there?”

In the dimness, only a sliver of moonlight made the figure indistinct; in the enclosed space, a sudden cold voice asked, “Don’t you know who I am?”

The professional errand runner, Z.

Luo Qinghe’s complexion changed drastically, knocking over the ashtray on the desk in a fluster, “How did you get in here?” The building was full of people, not to mention the more than twenty bodyguards she had hired herself; how had this person arrived in front of her without a sound?

In the darkness, a pair of pupils shone cold and bright, and the deliberately suppressed voice was deep and hoarse, “I’ll tell you now how I got in.”

At the end of her words, she moved instantaneously, the breeze she created whisking the A4 papers on the table into a whirlwind, and in the blink of an eye, Zhou Xufang, dressed in black, stood before Luo Qinghe. @@novelbin@@

Luo Qinghe was dumbfounded, “You—”

Before she could finish speaking, her neck was pinched by two fingers, then her entire body was hoisted up.

Zhou Xufang spoke slowly, word by word, calmly saying, “With just a light flick of my fingers, I could snap your neck.”

Luo Qinghe struggled kicking, her cheeks flushed red from lack of oxygen, “You, you—”

With her throat seized, she couldn’t utter a word, pupils dilated, seeing a pair of eyes gradually turning red. The owner of those eyes was holding her neck with just two fingers, effortlessly lifting her high.

“Do you see my eyes? They turn red when I get angry,” she said, her voice flat, yet spine-chilling, “Stop provoking me and don’t try to investigate me. It would be very easy for me to kill you.”

Luo Qinghe opened her mouth gasping for air, the veins in her neck bulging, her flailing legs growing weaker, the oxygen in her chest depleting, her head throbbing, consciousness starting to scatter, fear magnifying endlessly. Even from such a close distance, she couldn’t clearly see the person’s outline.

“Do you understand?” she asked lightly, her mask concealing her face, exposing only a pair of eyes colder than the night sky of winter.

Luo Qinghe squeezed out word by word with difficulty, “Under, stood.”

Zhou Xufang was satisfied, released her grip, letting Luo Qinghe crash heavily onto the ground.

“Oh,” she remembered something else, “And Zhou Qingrang, stop bullying him. Otherwise, next time I will snap your neck.”

After leaving those words behind, she adjusted her cap and turned to leave unhurriedly.

“You,” Luo Qinghe sat on the ground, breathing heavily, her pale face covered in cold sweat, gaze locked onto the masked face, voice taut, “are you human or a ghost?”

Such speed, strength, and her eyes, were not of ordinary humans.

The person at the door just glanced back before, in the blink of an eye, disappearing.

Luo Qinghe’s eyes widened in disbelief.

Moments later, the security guard hurried upstairs, and upon seeing the situation on the rooftop, was instantly filled with dread.

“Younger Luo.”

As the security approached to help her, Luo Qinghe grabbed an ashtray and hurled it, causing the guard’s head to bleed profusely. Still filled with rage, she demanded loudly, “How did she get up here?”

The guard’s head was bleeding badly, his face covered in blood, too scared to move in the frigid sweat, “No camera caught her, she must have come from the rooftop—”

“The rooftop?” Luo Qinghe’s eyes were bloodshot as she shouted, “Are you trying to tell me she grew wings and flew to the rooftop?”

“Not, not yet clear.”

Infuriated, she exclaimed, “You bunch of useless trash!”

The guard lowered his head, too afraid to answer back.

“That errand runner,” she clenched her hand, nails digging into her palm, “find out.”

Whether she’s a person or a ghost, she made me suffer, and I will make her pay back a thousand times.

The next day, the temperature dropped sharply, the outside world freezing, likely to snow—it was the kind of weather Jiang Zhi disliked the most.

He slumped in the car seat, listless.

Ah Wan drove slowly, meandering along the road. While waiting for a traffic light, he couldn’t help but glance at his employer’s complexion in the rearview mirror.

The face was so pale – he didn’t look well, even though just last night, he had kicked over a large man.

Ah Wan couldn’t figure it out, so he stopped thinking about it, “Boss, did you not sleep well last night?” Those drooping eyelids looked almost unable to stay open.

Jiang Zhi was half-asleep, his eyelids didn’t flicker.

Ah Wan speculated again, “Are you thinking about that scum?” Considering his pride, being played with by that wretch surely hurt his self-esteem, he comforted, “Don’t worry, one day Mr. Qiao will catch that womanly scum who teased you, and then you can do whatever you want with her.”

Although his impression of the womanly scum wasn’t bad, as he didn’t think she was a bad person, he still couldn’t forgive her lecherous intentions!

Suddenly, in the rearview mirror, Jiang Zhi’s eyes snapped open, frost gathering within, “She’s not scum.”

Ah Wan was startled, “Huh?”

Isn’t she?

If she’s not scum, why would she grope and pinch the employer, she must be!

Jiang Zhi couldn’t be bothered to respond to Ah Wan, his sleepiness gone, head aching slightly. He had not slept all night, his mind hazy, holding a can of milk, in a dazed state of mind.

Ah Wan also noticed the can of milk, quite surprised, “Oh, you still haven’t drunk that milk.” Ah Wan laughed like a foolish, two-hundred-pounder, “Boss, can’t you bear to finish the milk Miss Zhou gave you?” It was just yesterday when she gave it to you during the screen pasting.

Why did he recognize that can of milk?

Because the boss was afraid of mixing it up, he bit a tooth mark on the can. Ah Wan thought the boss had already finished it. To think he still kept it, after the token chicken, there’s now token milk.

Jiang Zhi frowned displeasedly, “Drive your car.”

“Oh.”