The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie-Chapter 195 - : 195: There is a kind of menstrual pain that makes boyfriends feel the pain.
Chapter 195: 195: There is a kind of menstrual pain that makes boyfriends feel the pain.
His eyes gleamed with mirth, “Fang Bao, shall I teach you how to ‘kill someone with a borrowed knife,’ sound good?”
Lying obediently, Zhou Xufang asked, “Whose knife?”
“Hands.”
She spread her hands, allowing Jiang Zhi to help her off with her coat.
Jiang Zhi said, “Borrow the knives from both parties, and let them hack at each other.” After tossing her coat aside, he lay down next to her, “By the way, I’ll also get you some pocket money.”
A triple win?
Zhou Xufang turned over, rolling into Jiang Zhi’s arms, “Jiang Zhi, you’re so awesome!”
“Who’s got a boyfriend this badass?” He lay on his side, one hand propping up his chin, pride and satisfaction lifting his face, and his eyes spelling out a line in large letters—Come on, praise me!
Zhou Xufang hugged his neck, exuberantly gushed, “My boyfriend, the most badass!”
The next afternoon, at three-thirty.
The forensic department’s autopsy results officially came out, temporarily excluding the possibility of the Luo Family father and daughter committing the murder. Even if they remained suspects, the forty-eight-hour detention had expired without new evidence surfacing, so the Criminal Investigation Team had no choice but to release them.
The father and daughter duo, one following the other, were led by their lawyer to complete the formalities.
Luo Changde had a sour expression from start to finish, muttering something bitter about ‘bad luck’ before leaving.
“Thank you for your hard work.”
That was Luo Qinghe’s remark.
She walked to the door, stopped, turned back, and looked at the group of detectives in the large office. Smiling, she said, “A word of advice for the future: be more careful when working cases, so you don’t wrongly accuse good people.”
This woman…
Damn she’s arrogant!
Captain Cheng also smiled back at her, “I’ll give you a piece of advice too: be more careful with your actions. The net of justice is wide, and while it’s easy to enter the door of our Criminal Investigation Team, it’s not so easy to leave.”
The net of justice is wide; you can play for a little while, just wait, though the mesh may seem wide, nothing slips through.
Shen Yue’s car was parked at the entrance to the police station.
Luo Qinghe came out and got directly into the car. She was still wearing the clothes from the day before yesterday, tiredness enveloping her. She sat in the back seat, silent, her face looking quite grim.
Shen Yue didn’t start the car immediately but took out a tablet, “Younger Luo, you’ve got mail.”
She closed her eyes, gathering her strength, “First, let’s go back to the Luo Family.”
“It’s not company mail.” Shen Yue glanced in the rearview mirror, waiting for her to open her eyes before continuing, “It’s from the professional errand runner Z.”
“Contents.”
She was very interested in this Z, enough to spark her competitive nature.
Shen Yue replied, “She says she has something you want.”
The thing she wanted, huh.
This email came at just the right moment, timely like it was premeditated.
Luo Qinghe asked, “What are the terms?”
“Thirty million.”
Simple and brutal, asking directly for money. Moreover, audacious to the extreme, opening with a lion’s demand.
Luo Qinghe lowered the leg that had been resting on her left thigh, leaning forward with an outstretched hand.
Shen Yue handed over the tablet.
Taking the tablet, she switched to her private account and personally replied to the email.
“Inspect the goods first.”
Qingshan Mansion.
On the computer screen, a message from Shuangjiang popped up: “She wants to inspect the goods.”
Zhou Xufang, cradling a box of Jiang Zhi’s cotton candy, sat on the couch and snacked, “Send her a small snippet.”
In the kitchen, Jiang Zhi was fiddling with something, clanging and banging about. Zhou Xufang peeked in, then got up and headed to the kitchen.
“Did you break a bowl?”
In the kitchen, Jiang Zhi calmly tossed broken ceramic pieces into the trash: “Nope.”
The car had already taken to the elevated highway.
Shen Yue looked up, glancing at the rearview mirror.
Luo Qinghe put on headphones; her brows locked in a deep frown, her eyes dark and cold.
“Miss, please help me.”
“Help you? Sure, but could Master Peng also do me a favor?”
“Miss, please just tell me.”
“My mother used to love coming to this flower pavilion. How about you burn it for her?”
“Just burn the flower pavilion?”
“And perhaps clean out some of the other unsavory things along with it.”
“What exactly are you referring to?”
“”
“Luo Family’s dirty secrets, anything else?”
The recording ended there, lasting less than two minutes.
Luo Qinghe removed her earphones, slamming them and the tablet onto the car seat in frustration. She sat in silence, her face stern, not speaking for a long time before she finally picked up the tablet.
“How do we make the exchange?”
The email reply came quickly, “Pay a deposit first, ten million.”
Luo Qinghe asked, “When will I get the stuff?”
The reply came, “Eight o’clock tonight, at Jiangjin Garden.”
Ten seconds later, the inbox of the professional errand runner Z received another email. It was just one sentence, written in red bold font, “If you don’t want to go to prison, you’d better be honest.”
Ten minutes later.
Shuangjiang sent Zhou Xufang a message: “The money has been transferred.” She added, “A deposit, ten million.”
Zhou Xufang turned to Jiang Zhi with the good news, “Jiang Zhi, we’ve made a lot of money.” She was so delighted she hugged Jiang Zhi’s neck, “Whatever you want, I’ll buy it for you!”
The computer was still on.
The webcam on Zhou Xufang’s side was also active.
The audio capturing program on Shuangjiang’s side was engaged as well and could transcribe speech.
Then, in a mechanical, emotionless voice, it repeated, “I’m still here, I’m still here, I’m still here,” followed by beeping sounds, “Beep—beep—beep—”
Jiang Zhi got up to turn off the computer, hand steadying around Zhou Xufang’s waist: “My Fifth Aunt is back, I have to return to Jiang Mansion tomorrow night, the matriarch asked me to take you.” He inquired about her preference, “Do you want to go?”
Zhou Xufang let go of him, tilting her head, “Can I?”
“All of Jiang Family know I have a girlfriend; it’s not proper to keep you hidden forever. Just show up and make an appearance.” Jiang Zhi paused, “But—”
Zhou Xufang settled down, “What?”
“We need to put on an act.” He picked up a bowl that had been cooling on the coffee table for a good while, scooped up a spoonful, checked the temperature, and when it was no longer hot, he handed it to her.
It was ginger and jujube soup with goji berries.
Zhou Xufang was on her period, yet she felt nothing at all, no pain, no discomfort, but Jiang Zhi seemed to think she must be suffering. He had asked Ms. Song all morning for advice, embarrassing Zhou Xufang.
Throughout the afternoon, he had accidentally shattered a bowl due to the heat, used up two bags of sugar, and after several attempts, he finally made a bowl of brown sugar water.
Zhou Xufang, who could punch a cow to death, downed the brown sugar water in one gulp, “Which act are we playing?”
It was too sweet.
Ah, sweet enough to cause a toothache.
Jiang Zhi took the bowl from her hands and placed it on the coffee table, then pulled her into his embrace, rubbing her lower abdomen, “We mustn’t let them see that you are my life.”
She was his weakness, a fact he could not expose.
Zhou Xufang understood and responded with a smile, “Got it.” His rubbing tickled her so much.
Jiang Zhi looked at her, “Can you act?”
“Yes.” Zhou Xufang was quite confident, “I’ve watched a lot of TV dramas, my acting skills have improved greatly.”
Improved greatly.
She used a bold term.
“Then let me test you.”
Zhou Xufang was slightly excited, “Mhm.”
Jiang Zhi pondered for a moment, threw out an idiom, “Drooling with envy.” The corner of his mouth curled into a smile, “Look at me and act it out.”
Drooling with envy, huh…
Zhou Xufang thought for a moment, and then began her performance.
She leaned forward, eagerly staring at him with widened eyes and sparkling pupils. As she got closer, she licked her lips, swallowed audibly, and finally, unable to resist, she took a bite at his face.
It was a progressive performance, quite layered.
Jiang Zhi patted her head, “Not bad.”
Emboldened by the praise from the “big director,” Zhou Xufang felt very accomplished, “Lixiang taught me.” Lixiang’s method, “When she can’t cry in a sorrowful scene, she thinks about her hard times in the past, and then the tears come.”
Fang Lixiang was indeed a spirited actor.
Jiang Zhi then asked Zhou Xufang, “So what were you thinking just now?” To act out drooling with envy, she surely had to think of him, like when he just finished showering, or when he wakes up, or when he’s lying next to her pillow, or—
Zhou Xufang said, “I was thinking of strawberry-flavored ice cream topped with a layer of marshmallow.”
Jiang Zhi: “…”
Half an hour later, Luo Changde also received an email from the professional errand runner Z, with an edited recording attached—a short clip.
He listened to it over and over again.
“Are you that afraid of me?”
“What are you hiding?”
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“You were the one outside that day, weren’t you?”
“Did you see it? Did you see everything?”
It was his voice from eight years ago in Luo Family’s greenhouse.
Just those four sentences might mean nothing to an outsider, but the person who kept this recording, the person who sent this to him—must have realized something.
“Clang!”
The cup on the table was knocked over.
Luo Changde didn’t care about the tea spilling everywhere and quickly replied to an email, “How much money do you want?”
Eight o’clock in the evening, at Jiangjin Garden.
The weather was not good, looking like it would rain soon. No one was in the garden; on the pebble-paved path, only a few street lamps lit the way, casting more shadows of trees than people.
Tap, tap, tap…
The sound of high heels hitting the ground, from far to near.
A figure emerged from beneath the tree shadows: “Come out.”
The surroundings were very quiet, with faint echoes.
Then the tree shadows swayed, and she emerged, jumping down from above.
Luo Qinghe turned her head and saw her: “Where’s the stuff?”
She was dressed in black, with a cap, an additional hood over it, and glasses, a mask, and gloves on—every possible area covered.
Aside from her figure, nothing else could be seen.
She approached, pulled a document bag out of her backpack, her voice deliberately low and unrecognizable, “Cash in hand, goods in hand.”
Luo Qinghe glanced at her cap, embroidered with the letter Z.
Appearing and disappearing like a ghost, all-powerful—such was the reputation of Z in the circle of errand runners.
Luo Qinghe made a phone call, only saying two words: “Wire transfer.”
Then she hung up.
Immediately, Zhou Xufang’s earpiece crackled with three words: “Funds received.”
Thirty million, in the bag.
Underneath the mask, the corners of her mouth involuntarily curled up.
Zhou Xufang tossed the document bag over.
Luo Qinghe caught it, didn’t open it, shook it twice, “The contents are alright?”
Zhou Xufang replied with grave seriousness and a cold calm, “You don’t need to question the credibility of the top professional errand runner in the industry.”
Luo Qinghe still didn’t open it, not afraid of her, standing two meters away, her gaze locked on her, “Can I ask a question?”
This woman was the boldest Zhou Xufang had ever seen; she had seen her with blood-red eyes, yet still unafraid.
No tears until seeing the coffin.
“You may,” Zhou Xufang said, “It’ll cost you extra.”
She was not so straight-laced either; faced with a big spender with bad intentions, she was ready to fleece them.
She considered for a moment: “One million.”
The other party was quick, made another phone call, stated the transfer amount, then asked, “Where did you get this item? Who hired you?”
Zhou Xufang was solemn: “That’s two questions.” She held up two fingers, no room for negotiation, very serious, “That’ll be two million.”
Luo Qinghe: “…”
Taking advantage of a crisis.
Just a thief, after all.
She called Shen Yue again: “Transfer another million.”
A million in the bag!
Zhou Xufang, suppressing her little excitement, answered in a feigned voice, “Peng Zhongming hired me, got it from him.”
Of course, she couldn’t tell the truth.
She rarely lied, but she could be dishonest with the bad guys.
Luo Qinghe was indeed furious: “Are you messing with me?”
Zhou Xufang looked at her through the glasses, tilting her head, “Did you ask me?” Oh, she said, “That will cost extra.”
Luo Qinghe: “…”
And she didn’t ask any further.
Zhou Xufang was a bit disappointed; she wanted to earn more: “Any more questions? If not, I’m leaving.”
She turned, deliberately walking away slowly.
The others didn’t stop her.
Alright, it was just like ‘acting as if walking away when the price won’t go down while shopping,’ so be it; she stopped, turned around, “Since you’re so tight on funds, I’ll give you a piece of intel for free.” She emphasized free, “This is a replica, the original has already been sold by me.”
That free intel completely enraged Luo Qinghe: “You’re fucking playing with me!”
Indeed.
Zhou Xufang wouldn’t admit she was in it for the money; no money-grabbing businessman would admit to their money-grubbing, lest they could not continue to grab more in the future, so, one must pretend to have professional integrity: “Did I say what I was selling was the original? Did I say I was only selling to you?” She shook her head, “I did not.”
Luo Qinghe, caught red-handed and teeth knocked out, still swallowed blood: “How many copies have you made?”
“Are you asking me?” Zhou Xufang once again made her terms clear, “One million.”
“…”
Red blood vessels in Luo Qinghe’s eyes seemed to have crawled to the surface.
Indeed, her archenemy was making her feel uncomfortable on purpose, yet what could she do? She was at a disadvantage now and had to endure it. Even if it was hard to tell the true from the false, she needed to gather as much information as possible.
She gritted her teeth and dialed a number, pronouncing each word distinctly, “Wire, the, money.”
Then Zhou Xufang just waited, waited for the transaction to be completed.
Ten seconds later.
“Received.”
Zhou Xufang happily caressed her earpiece, answering the million-dollar question, “One copy.”
If Luo Qinghe were to ask her if this was the truth.
She would certainly tell her it was a lie, and then demand another million before revealing the truth.
However, Luo Qinghe’s follow-up question was, “Who did you sell the original to?”
Asking in this way was fine, it was all the same.
She held up a finger, “One million.”
Luo Qinghe: “…” She clenched her teeth, “Wire another million.”
Oh yeah!
Zhou Xufang squinted her eyes and made a ‘V’ sign behind her back.
After the money was wired, Luo Qinghe asked, “Who did you sell it to?”
Zhou Xufang replied, “Confidential.”
“…”
Luo Qinghe could no longer suppress the fire in her eyes, her clenched fists threatening to burst her palms open.
Before she could finish, Zhou Xufang generously offered another piece of information for free, “Don’t doubt the reliability and confidentiality of the top errand runner in the industry.”
“…”
If looks could kill, Luo Qinghe would have certainly chopped her into pieces by now.
The reputable and tight-lipped number one errand runner in the industry continued to promote her services, “Do you want the post-sale confidentiality service?” She earnestly explained the importance of this service, “If you don’t buy it, when others ask me who I sold the replica to, I’ll say your name.”
Luo Qinghe glared furiously.
She wished she could tear her to shreds!
The top professional errand runner kept promoting her services without exaggeration. She spoke logically, “You don’t need to doubt me. Although we have a grudge and I really dislike you, my professional integrity is the best in the industry. You can ask around; I have a great reputation. As long as you purchase the after-sales service, I will definitely keep it a secret for you.”
Luo Qinghe stared at her, her eyes brimming with murderous intent.
This person had defeated her so thoroughly in their past encounters, leaving her with hefty losses. This time she didn’t have any leverage at all and was completely at her mercy, forced to retreat time and again, sliced up by her adversary.
She made a call, “Wire another million.”
Before she could hang up, Zhou Xufang quickly said, “One million is the price for asking questions, after-sales service costs three million.”
Luo Qinghe: “…”
Utter nonsense!
Apparently, she was caught in a tight spot.
Swallowing her anger, she conceded, “Wire three million.”
Oh yeah!
Zhou Xufang squinted and secretly snickered like a little fox.
The transaction was concluded, and Zhou Xufang made her swift exit. She took a path without surveillance cameras, leaped onto a high building, and didn’t come down until she had her fill of excitement.
She had arranged to meet Jiang Zhi at the Ba Yi Bridge not far from the park. Hopping along, she spotted Jiang Zhi’s car from a distance.
“Jiang Zhi, Jiang Zhi.”
She called out twice, waving and running up, gleefully saying, “Jiang Zhi, I swindled so much money.”
Jiang Zhi opened the car door and pulled her inside, “So happy?”
She nodded vigorously, “Yeah!”
It made her very happy to swindle money from the bad guys.
She took off her glasses and asked Jiang Zhi, “Did everything go smoothly on your end?”
“Smoothly.”
She and Jiang Zhi had a plan: one would deal with Luo Qinghe, the other with Luo Changde, tricking both at once.
She was excited and looking forward to it, her eyes sparkling, “What’s next, then?”
Jiang Zhi buckled her seatbelt, “That father-daughter pair will probably start turning on each other soon. We’ll watch the show for now.” At the right time, they’d fan the flames, add some fuel to the fire.
Zhou Xufang: “Good.”
Both Luo family members had received the replica recording and would likely suspect the original was in the other’s possession.
If Jiang Zhi’s guess was correct, and Luo Changde was also implicated in that big fire, he would have to protect himself by tossing Luo Qinghe to the wolves.
Just perfect, as Luo Qinghe also needed a scapegoat.
So… let the dog-eat-dog fight commence—let’s see who bites harder.
