The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie-Chapter 227 - Jiang Zhi switches the beams with substitute

Chapter 227: 227: Jiang Zhi switches the beams with substitute pillars; Luo Qinghe is carrying whose seed (see beyond the question)

Chapter 227: 227: Jiang Zhi switches the beams with substitute pillars; Luo Qinghe is carrying whose seed (see beyond the question)

She ran out of patience and leaned in to ask loudly in his ear, “What’s your gaming ID?”

Xue Baoyi opened his eyes, which were hazy with a foggy haze.

Fang Lixiang panicked, “I’m talking to you, what’s your gaming ID?”

No sooner had she finished shouting than her hand was grasped by him, and then she felt weightless as her whole body toppled into the bathtub.

With a splash, water went flying in all directions.

She choked on a gulp of cold water and took a moment to regain her composure. Just as she was about to get up, her vision dimmed, and she collapsed.

It was over; she had inhaled that incense as well…

The next day, the sky was clear.

Luo Qinghe’s hospital room faced the sun, which filled the windowsill.

Xu Pozhi knocked and entered, “How are you today?”

Each time he came, he always brought a bouquet of flowers.

Luo Qinghe, wrapped in a coat, was sitting on the bed dealing with work affairs and looked up during a lull, “Mr. Xu Wu, do you have a lot of free time?”

Xu Pozhi replied, “Pretty busy.” He placed the flowers he was holding into a vase, his face a picture of tenderness if you disregarded his immobile prosthetic eye, “No matter how busy, I need to see you.”

The flowers he brought were roses.

Luo Qinghe glanced at the vivid red bouquet, “Don’t you know I don’t like roses?”

He turned to look at her, “You like them.”

It was just Jiang Zhi who didn’t.

Jiang Zhi detested roses the most.

Someone was knocking at the door from outside, calling, “Miss Luo.”

Luo Qinghe shut her laptop, rose from the bed, and draped on a black overcoat, “You can waste your time if you wish, but don’t bother me.”

She left the hospital room.

It was Director Pang of Changling Hospital who informed Luo Qinghe, “Mr. Jiang is here.”

The corners of Luo Qinghe’s mouth lifted slightly, and she quickened her pace heading toward the elevator.

Xu Pozhi was still in her hospital room. He stepped out for a glance, saw her walking away, the elevator doors already closed, then he turned back into the room, closed the door, took two roses from the vase, removed their petals, and scattered them one by one over Luo Qinghe’s bed, spreading a swath of red. Then, he lay down on it.

Before long, cries rang out from the hospital room.

“Qinghe.”

“Qinghe.”

“Qinghe.”

“…”

Jiang Zhi was on the fifth floor.

Luo Qinghe went to the same floor, her spirits high, a hint of allure on her normally aloof face, and a smile in place. From a distance, she caught sight of Jiang Zhi and approached, commenting, “The scarf suits you.”

Jiang Zhi didn’t respond, merely took off the scarf and tossed it into a trash bin.

She didn’t mind and maintained her smile but kept silent.

At this moment, a nurse came over, whispered something to Director Pang, who respectfully told Jiang Zhi, “It’s all prepared.”

Jiang Zhi remained expressionless, his complexion a bit off, revealing a hint of sickness, and he said, “I don’t want anyone from the Jiang Family to know about this.”

Luo Qinghe agreed, “Don’t worry, I won’t bring trouble upon myself.” After speaking, her glance directed Director Pang.

Director Pang took the lead, “Mr. Jiang, please follow me.”

Director Pang was very thorough; he had prepared a special room complete with a bed, a bathroom, a projector, and had even ready a disk and an album.

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The room was spotlessly clean, obviously specially tidied up.

After Jiang Zhi entered, two male doctors and two female nurses followed him in; the nurses held the pre-prepared sperm collection cups.

“Everyone, out.”

After Jiang Zhi spoke, no one moved.

His eyes darkened, “What, do you want to stay and listen?”

Luo Qinghe instructed, “Everyone out.”

With her direction, they finally stepped out, leaving the sperm collection cup in the room, and closed the door behind them.

Outside the room, Luo Qinghe didn’t leave. A group of medical staff stayed as well, waiting nearby.

Director Pang approached with utmost respect, “Miss Luo, you should rest. I will keep watch here.”

Luo Qinghe didn’t move; instead, she leaned against the wall by the door. The rooms in the hospital were soundproofed, not a sound could be heard from inside. She inquired, “Apart from Jiang Zhi, has anyone else entered?”

Director Pang answered, “Ever since the room was prepared, there has been someone on guard constantly. No one has entered.”

In other words, there couldn’t be anything inside that shouldn’t be there.

Changling Hospital was her uncle’s territory. Even with Jiang Zhi’s reach, it would be hard for him to get in. But despite this, she still dared not be careless.

Nothing could go wrong with this matter.

She stood guard at the door, never moving an inch.

Inside the room, Jiang Zhi locked the door, moved to a secluded spot, put on a headset, and called out softly, “Xu Fang.”

Zhou Xufang immediately responded, “Jiang Zhi.”

The voice didn’t come through the headset, and Jiang Zhi looked around.

A voice from behind said, “Over here, over here!”

He turned around.

“…”

The girl, clutching a rope, hung outside the window and even managed to free one hand to wave at him vigorously.

Jiang Zhi hurriedly opened the window and reached out to catch her, “Isn’t it too dangerous for you to climb through windows like this?”

Zhou Xufang clung to Jiang Zhi’s shoulder and climbed in smoothly, “I’ve got a safety rope.” She even added, “Even if I fall, it’s not a big deal. It’s just the fifth floor; I won’t break.”

She could hop around easily; jumping five stories was nothing for her.

But for Jiang Zhi, he still feared she would get hurt.

She looked around the room, “Where’s the stuff?”

Jiang Zhi took the sperm cup, which was inside a sterile bag, and handed it to her.

Zhou Xufang was seeing this thing for the first time; she glanced at it, felt a bit embarrassed, then squinted one eye and sneaked another look, “So shameful.”

Jiang Zhi: “…”

He hadn’t thought much about it, but once she arrived, it felt oddly weird to him.

Zhou Xufang packed the stuff and, pressed for time, she couldn’t stay long, “Then I’m off.”

Jiang Zhi took down her mask, kissed her face, and then put the mask back on her, “Be careful, don’t fall.”

“Mhm, mhm,” she climbed onto the window.

Jiang Zhi called out to her, “Zhou Xufang.”

Her one foot still on the windowsill, she turned around, her pupils dark and bright, “Yes?”

Jiang Zhi, standing on his toes to reach, kissed her forehead, “Stay far away, don’t look or listen.”

She nodded vigorously, obediently agreeing.

After Zhou Xufang had left, Jiang Zhi closed the window, wiped away the footprints, then messed up the albums on the table, put on the disc, set it to mute, and let it play. He completed the whole set of acts and, bored out of his mind, watched out the window, waiting for his girl to come.

The clock on the wall, its minute hand went round and round.

Outside the sickroom, Director Pang’s legs were numb from standing, but he dared not move.

Luo Qinghe asked, “How long has it been?”

Director Pang checked the time: “Almost an hour now.” It was a bit long; could it be that the video and albums didn’t suit Mr. Jiang’s taste?

Or maybe Mr. Jiang’s body…

Luo Qinghe moved from the wall to the door, raised his hand as if to knock, hesitated, and then lowered it, turning to Director Pang, “Ask.”

What if it’s a critical moment? Director Pang thought.

He braced himself and moved forward, knocking on the door, “Jiang—”

The door opened at that moment.

Director Pang was startled, his tongue briefly tied, “Mr. Jiang, the… the thing?”

Referring to ‘the thing’ didn’t seem quite right, but what to say? Nothing seemed appropriate.

Jiang Zhi: “It’s inside.”

Director Pang entered the room, glanced back at Jiang Zhi, then checked the video and the albums, which had been disturbed. Lastly, he went to the bathroom, where there was water on the ground, obviously cleaned up.

After the inspection, Director Pang handed the sperm cup to a nurse, then nodded to Luo Qinghe.

Jiang Zhi’s face lost color, regaining a semblance of sickly pallor, “You’re not planning to give me the dashcam memory card?”

Luo Qinghe stood in the doorway talking to him, “Such a useful thing, it would be a pity to use only once.” She had only promised not to expose it, but she did not agree to give it to him.

Jiang Zhi showed impatience between his brows, “I don’t like being threatened, and I have very little patience. Let’s be straightforward and finish this all at once.”

Luo Qinghe was excited, “How to finish it?”

He got straight to the point, simple and concise, “That original you want, I can give it to you.”

Indeed.

He and Tang Xiang were allies.

Luo Qinghe teased, smiling, “You’re not planning on fooling me with a burnt copy again, are you?” She didn’t think Jiang Zhi was a straightforward and honest person.

Of course, she wasn’t one either.

Jiang Zhi stated his position, “That depends on you.” He was open and made his position clear, “If you’re willing to delete the video from the dashcam, I’ll give you the original. You can also play tricks, just don’t get caught by me.”

The professional errand runner Z had a very skilled hacker partner; it wouldn’t be easy for her to be deceitful.

Luo Qinghe agreed: “It’s a deal.”

She didn’t trust Jiang Zhi’s character; she trusted that Jiang Zhi wouldn’t risk involving Zhou Xufang’s matter.

“When is Luo Changde’s funeral?” he asked.

The Luo Family had sent out the message yesterday. As soon as the news of Luo Changde’s death came out, the Luo Family’s stock price had dropped a lot.

Luo Qinghe answered, “This Sunday.”

“Just have the stuff ready on that day,” Jiang Zhi said before walking away.

Luo Qinghe called out to him, “Jiang Zhi.”

He stopped but didn’t turn around.

She smiled, watching his back, her gaze intense, “You and I are the same kind.”

His innate ruthlessness, cruelty, cunning, and suspicion were all the same as hers.

Jiang Zhi turned back and said, “We’re all sick.”