The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie-Chapter 259 - : Jiang Zhi’s illness is peculiar, Fang Bao comes to the rescue (first update)
Chapter 259: 259: Jiang Zhi’s illness is peculiar, Fang Bao comes to the rescue (first update)
She said with reddened eyes, “I will treat you very well, very well.”
At that moment, there were people talking outside; she wiped her tear-streaked eyes and reluctantly climbed out of the window.
It was Old Madam Jiang who had arrived, accompanied by the Jiang Family’s household doctor, Dr. Qin, and the father-daughter pair of Luo Huaiyu. As soon as she entered the room, Old Madam Jiang urged Dr. Qin, “Dr. Qin, please check on Brother Zhi quickly.”
Dr. Qin stepped forward to take the pulse.
Old Lady Jiang called out ‘father-in-law’ with an unfriendly tone, “My Brother Zhi came here as a guest, and this is how the Luo Family treats him?”
Luo Huaiyu remained silent, while Luo Changfang beside him started to explain, “Mother, you’ve misunderstood; Brother Zhi jumped in by himself.”
Old Lady Jiang didn’t believe a half of it, “In such cold weather, who would be silly enough to jump into the water themselves?”
Luo Changfang: “…” Your precious grandson’s head got caught by the door!
“Enough,” Old Madam Jiang dismissed the Luo father and daughter, “Go attend to your affairs; let Brother Zhi rest quietly for now. After he wakes up, I will ask him myself.”
Like a Lord Buddha!
Although the Jiang and Luo families were related by marriage, the Jiang Family was larger and wealthier, the head of the four major families. In contrast, the Luo Family, with insufficient foundation, didn’t rank highly in the Imperial City and was considerably lower than the Jiang Family. When Old Madam Jiang spoke, even in the Luo Family, Luo Huaiyu had to show her full respect.
After the Luo father and daughter had left, Old Madam Jiang called over Jiang Chuan, “Go and prepare Brother Zhi’s medicine.”
“Yes, Old Madam.”
After Jiang Chuan had gone out, Old Madam Jiang called outside, “Fuxi.”
A gentle girl came in slowly.
She was a lady from the fourth house of the Jiang Family, Jiang Fuxi, a sixteen-year-old girl who was slender and handsome, with an elegant demeanor and a dignified air about her.
Old Madam Jiang instructed her, “I will return to the Jiang Family for a while; you stay here and take good care of Brother Zhi.”
Jiang Fuxi agreed.
After the Old Madam had left, she took off her overcoat carefully and hung it up, lifted her skirts, and approached the bedside, calling out, “Jiang Zhi.”
The young man on the bed was in a deep sleep.
She sat down, smoothing her skirt, leaned over, and touched the boy’s face, softly calling his name.
“Jiang Zhi.”
“Jiang Zhi.”
“…”
Her voice was obsessed, her eyes entranced.
Jiang Zhi was awakened by the noise. When he opened his eyes, only the butler Jiang Chuan was beside the bed, and the sun outside was dim.
He asked, “Who was just here?” His voice was hoarse after a long fever.
Jiang Chuan replied, “I went to the kitchen to get medicine and wasn’t paying attention.” He added, “It must have been Miss Fuxi; she just left a while ago.” He approached with a tray, “Young Master, you should drink the medicine first.”
The traditional Chinese medicine was foul and bitter; Jiang Zhi frowned as he took the medicine bowl.
Suddenly, the room door was smashed open.
Luo San ran over, grabbed the bowl out of his hands, and flung it to the ground, spilling all the liquid medicine.
“What happened?” Jiang Zhi asked.
She dragged him out and ran upstairs. Just like a thief, she closed the door behind them, tiptoed over, and whispered in his ear, “You have to hide; they’re poisoning you with the medicine, they’re all bad people.”
It was the first time Jiang Zhi had heard her speak.
“You can talk?”
She didn’t answer, rummaging through a tattered pillow to pull out a pill and wanted to feed it to him. He had his reservations, but still opened his mouth and swallowed an ‘unknown origin’ pill.
Afterward, she stowed him away in a cabinet, leaning against the cabinet door, guarding it without leaving, until she looked up and saw someone outside the window.
It was Luo Huaiyu, gesturing for her to come out.
That was when Luo Huaiyu discovered that she could speak.
She went to meet Luo Huaiyu; he started to undress her, but Tang Guangji intervened. By the time she returned to the attic, it was already completely dark outside.
The sickly young man hadn’t left, sitting on her little wooden bed and waiting, not minding the dirtiness, covered with her patched-up blanket.
Because he had waited too long, he was unhappy, “Where did you go just now?”
She was preoccupied, thinking about something, and did not respond.
He grew even more dissatisfied, staring at her angrily, “Can’t you speak? Why are you ignoring me?”
She said, “I went to work.” Her voice was rough and hoarse, uglier than many boys’ voices during puberty.
“Why pretend to be mute?”
He asked this as if he were no longer a boy, but someone old and mature, which was somehow reassuring.
Luo San looked at him but didn’t answer.
“Can’t you tell me?”
She nodded.
The usually temperamental and impatient young man was very easy to talk to at the moment, “Okay, I won’t ask anymore, and you shouldn’t tell anyone else.”
She wouldn’t tell anyone else, not even Tang Xiang. She only told him.
“Jiang Zhi.” Her speech was usually not very fluent, but she didn’t stumble when she said his name.
She spoke very slowly, almost letter by letter, “Don’t drink the medicine Jiang Chuan serves you, he is a bad person.” The normally silent girl said many words to him, “Luo Changfang is too.”
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She said, “I was hiding in the kitchen when I heard it, Luo Changfang said to Jiang Chuan, ‘reduce the Du Zhong by one qian, increase the Poria by one qian.'”
She hid in the kitchen to steal some meat for him to eat.
The young man’s eyes suddenly reddened.
“Okay, I understand,” he said.
Outsiders always said that his grandmother loved him the most, wishing to pluck stars from the sky for him. He was too young at the time and actually believed it was true.
She loved him but didn’t protect him, unlike the foolish girl before him who, despite being unarmed, vulnerable, and barely able to feed herself, seemed ready to give him her heart.
She tiptoed, touched his head, and clumsily patted, “Don’t be sad.”
So foolish.
“Luo San,” he didn’t dodge, letting her touch his head, “I want the stars in the sky, will you pluck them for me?”
Luo San said with disappointment, “Stars can’t be plucked.”
If they could be, she would climb the heavens on her feet and reach for the stars with her hands.
Jiang Zhi smiled, “You’re too short, once you grow a bit taller, you can pick them for me.”
He was lying, but Luo San still nodded, agreeing that once she grew taller, she would pluck the stars for him.
After that fall into the water, Jiang Zhi stayed in the hospital for half a month. The day after he was discharged, he paid a visit to the Luo Family.
“Second Miss,”
Jiang Chuan went upstairs to fetch someone, “Our young master asks for you to come over.”
Luo Yinghe was surprised and flattered, “What does he want with me?” Jiang Zhi had been a frequent visitor to the Luo Family over the past few months but had barely spoken to her, let alone had any private dealings. Unlike with Luo Qinghe, he was quite close to the foolish Luo San.
Jiang Chuan replied from outside the room, “The young master didn’t say, and I’m not very clear either.”
“Please wait a moment.”
She changed into a beautiful dress, filled with secret joy, and went to the villa’s back garden.
Jiang Zhi had a handsome appearance and was considered one of the finest young masters in the Imperial City. Luo Yinghe, being in her early teens and of a romantically susceptible age, naturally had a favorable impression of the beautiful and noble young man.
She went to meet him cheerfully, “Jiang Zhi.”
The frail and exquisite young man stood by the poolside, behind him was the warm winter sun, which paled in comparison to the dazzling brilliance of his peach blossom eyes.
He was absurdly beautiful.
“Was it you who pushed Luo San into the water?” he asked, immediately accusing.
Luo Yinghe’s heart, which had been fluttering with excitement, suddenly grew cold and anxious. She defensively said, “I only asked him to clean the pool; he slipped and fell in by himself.”
Jiang Zhi replied nonchalantly, “Is that so?”
Anxious, she avoided his gaze, “Yes.”
He didn’t say anything more. He walked behind her and suddenly pushed her with his hand — splash — a large splash of water erupted.
Jiang Zhi took a handkerchief from his coat pocket and wiped his hands, “Sorry, I slipped.”
The pool was almost two meters deep, and Luo Yinghe couldn’t swim. Flailing wildly in the water,
“Help… help…”
As she opened her mouth to cry for help, she swallowed water and began to sink.
The servants, hearing the commotion, rushed over and were about to jump in to save her when Young Master Jiang leisurely said, “Your second miss is cleaning the pool. Don’t go down and disturb her before she’s finished.”
With that, the servants didn’t dare to move forward.
“Jiang Chuan.”
“Yes, young master.”
Jiang Zhi tossed the handkerchief he used for wiping his hands to him, “Stand here and watch. As long as she doesn’t die, it’s fine.”
The implication was to let her drink some water and suffer a bit.
Jiang Chuan glanced at the struggling girl in the water, “Young master, this is not quite appropriate. What if—”
“What have I done? How is it inappropriate?” Jiang Zhi’s gaze half-closed, his peach blossom eyes surveyed the scene lazily, “Did you see anything?”
The servants were initially stunned and then shook their heads.
Jiang Zhi twisted the facts without a change in expression, “She slipped and fell by herself.”
After he was finished, he left, leaving Jiang Chuan to watch. When the girl had drunk enough water, he finally allowed for her rescue. Naturally, she wouldn’t drown; there was a limit to his actions. It was just to make Luo Yinghe swallow some cold water and suffer pneumonia.
