The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie-Chapter 230 - Funeral Turmoil Xu Fang Disciplining Someone

Chapter 230: 230: Funeral Turmoil, Xu Fang Disciplining Someone (Second Update

Chapter 230: 230: Funeral Turmoil, Xu Fang Disciplining Someone (Second Update

She sniffled, her eyes growing hot, “You hit me!”

Xue Baoyi rubbed the bump on the back of her head, “When did I hit you?”

She huffed, “Just go away.”

Fine, he left, “Then take care of yourself.” He looked back three steps at a time, still feverish, his eyes red and somewhat pitiful, “If you have time at home, you can play some games.”

Fang Lixiang turned and ran towards home.

Not playing anymore! Never playing again!

The next day, Lin Shang posted on Weibo to debunk rumors for Fang Lixiang and posted a photo of Fang Lixiang visiting the hospital, passing by the obstetrics and gynecology department.

Just as Fang Lixiang’s scandal subsided, Bai Li’s scandal exploded. According to an ‘informed source’, Bai Li had ordered two host dudes at Fusheng Inn the previous night.

With pictures, the news was undeniable and the topic surged in popularity. With such scandal breaking, the agency did not clarify immediately, which likely meant the rumors were true.

With such damaging scandal, Bai Li’s career in this circle was over.

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On Sunday, the Luo Family held a funeral, and from morning, private cars hadn’t ceased at the funeral home’s entrance.

Old Master Luo couldn’t bear the pain of losing his son, fell ill and never recovered. The funeral was managed by his daughter-in-law, Ms. Xu. The Luo Family had numerous illegitimate daughters outside, but none could enter the mourning hall, only Luo Qinghe and Luo Yinghe were guarding the spirit.

Luo Yinghe’s knees hurt from kneeling, she rubbed them and stood up.

Xu Yunci asked her, “Where are you going?”

She made up an excuse on the spot, “I’m going out to take a call.”

As soon as she went out, her phone really did ring.

It was her friend in the circle, Shen Lin, also a Tianxing artist, mediocre in talent and resources, who typically adored her.

“Yinghe, coming out to play?”

Luo Yinghe responded flatly, “Not going.”

“What’s wrong?”

Luo Yinghe’s tone was harsh, “Don’t you watch the news? Didn’t you know someone in my family died?”

Shen Lin was momentarily embarrassed, quickly softened her tone to apologize, “I didn’t know about it, sorry.”

Luo Yinghe didn’t want to argue, “Where did you guys go?”

“North City has a new bar, a lot of people from the circle went.” Shen Lin knew her preferences well and mentioned, “The day before yesterday, my friend even saw Xiao Yusheng at the bar.”

Luo Yinghe’s crush on Xiao Yusheng was no secret in the circle.

“Yusheng went to such a place?”

Shen Lin replied, “Seems he was there for a celebration.”

Mentioning Xiao Yusheng, Luo Yinghe became animated, “My Yusheng is so well-behaved, he definitely wouldn’t go by himself.”

“Exactly, your Yusheng is the best behaved.”

Luo Yinghe agreed, then chattered some more, “It’s so annoying, the funeral is boring to death.”

Shen Lin knew she and Luo Changde had no close relationship and didn’t tiptoe around, “Do you also have to cry at the funeral?”

“Luo Qinghe isn’t crying, why should I? It’s so boring anyway, they didn’t even find the body, what’s the point of a funeral? There’s just a pile of clothes in the coffin, he’s dead and still troubling people—”

Xu Yunci overheard all this from behind, she interrupted before Luo Yinghe could continue, “Luo Yinghe!”

Luo Yinghe turned back to look, “Not talking about this anymore.” She hung up the phone, “What do you want?”

“How can you speak like that.” Xu Yunci was usually meek, seldom this harsh.

Luo Yinghe turned defiant, “What did I say?”

Xu Yunci scolded, “Your uncle is gone, can’t you show him some respect?”

She sneered, indifferent, “What does his being gone have to do with me?”

She hated Luo Changde, the first time she saw him come out of Xu Yunci’s room disheveled when she was eight, and she’d loathed him ever since.

Xu Yunci, her eyes red with anger, “He is your uncle, how can you speak such heartless words.”

Luo Yinghe scoffed, “I’m heartless, but not as much as you, with your deep and meaningful affair.”

Xu Yunci widened her eyes in disbelief, “What did you say?”

“You and your lover—”

Before she could finish, a heavy slap landed on her face.

The right side of her cheek stung painfully. She clenched her jaw, glaring at Xu Yunci with indignation, “You hit me?” Xu Yunci had never hit her before; this was the first time.

“Yinghe, Yinghe.” Regretting her action immediately, Xu Yunci reached out to grab her daughter’s hand.

Luo Yinghe shook her off: “Don’t touch me!”

Xu Yunci’s eyes reddened, “Mom didn’t mean to.”

“Luo Qinghe was right,” she paused, looking directly into her mother’s eyes, and said, “Mom, you’re really despicable.”

Having said that, she turned and walked away.

Around the corner, there was the sound of a cane hitting the ground. She was running too fast and couldn’t stop in time, crashing into someone.

Already upset from the encounter with Xu Yunci, this collision made her even more furious: “Are you blind, you crippled fool!”

Zhou Qingrang’s cane fell to the ground. His legs weren’t very stable, and he staggered backward, but someone behind him caught him.

He turned around.

It was a girl dressed in all black.

After venting her anger, Luo Yinghe couldn’t be bothered and turned to leave, but a foot stretched out blocked her way.

“Why are you blocking my way, move it!”

Zhou Xufang walked up to Zhou Qingrang, picked up the cane from the ground: “Apologize.”

Luo Yinghe’s tone was disdainful, her attitude extremely poor: “Apologize for what?”

Zhou Xufang returned the cane to Zhou Qingrang, he thanked her, and she responded with “You’re welcome”, then turned to Luo Yinghe with a colder gaze: “Apologize to him.”

Luo Yinghe recognized Zhou Xufang, the two had had conflicts on set before, and naturally didn’t offer a pleasant expression: “He bumped into me, why should I apologize.”

Zhou Xufang corrected her in a stern tone: “You bumped into him, I saw it.”

“Mind your own business.”

She repeated again: “Apologize.”

Luo Yinghe, with a tone full of mockery and arrogance, replied: “What can you do if I don’t apologize?”

“You’re not leaving if you don’t apologize.”

Zhou Xufang’s tone was flat, her face stern, her expression serious.

Luo Yinghe snorted and stubbornly tried to leave.

Zhou Xufang grabbed her by the collar and pulled; Luo Yinghe’s back slammed into the wall. She became furiously embarrassed and charged forward: “Zhou Xu—”

Zhou Xufang pressed down on her shoulder and pushed hard: “Apologize.”

Luo Yinghe, in pain, struggled briefly but couldn’t move. Gritting her teeth, she glared at Zhou Xufang and reluctantly said, “I’m sorry.”

Zhou Xufang didn’t let go, she asked Zhou Qingrang, “Do you forgive her?”

Zhou Qingrang nodded, smiling.

Only then did Zhou Xufang release her: “He’s forgiven you, you can go now.”

Luo Yinghe moved her shoulders that had become numb from the pressure, gave Zhou Xufang a sidelong glance, and mocked: “Big shot now that you’re cozy with Jiang Zhi, huh!”

She snorted and walked away.

Zhou Qingrang, leaning on his cane, went over: “Thank you.”

Zhou Xufang said: “You’re welcome.”

He smiled gently, his demeanor polite: “I haven’t had the chance to thank you since last time at the coffee shop.”

Zhou Xufang, normally not very eloquent with strangers, couldn’t think of what to say and quoted a line from a novel: “It was nothing, hardly worth mentioning.”

His eyes smiling warmly, he elegantly responded: “A lifesaving grace is a debt I’ll never forget.”

She scratched her head and smiled shyly.