The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie-Chapter 181 - : 181: Jiang Zhi discovers Luo San’s gender, the big fires hidden circumstances (second update)

Chapter 181: 181: Jiang Zhi discovers Luo San’s gender, the big fire’s hidden circumstances (second update)

Ms. He suddenly opened her eyes and called out, “Luo San.”

Zhou Xufang was taken aback.

The moonlight was very bright, and her eyes were also shining bright.

Ms. He sat up and turned on the bedside lamp, “Why are you still not asleep at this late hour?”

How could she recognize me? I’m still wearing a mask on my face.

“Answer me,” Ms. He urged her.

Zhou Xufang thought about it and said, “I’m looking for a necklace.”

It was half truth, half lie. She did come for the necklace, but also to confirm her identity.

Since the necklace was deliberately left behind, Tang Xiang wanted to confirm her identity and she wanted to confirm hers as well. Since their objectives aligned, she decided to go along with the plan and gave the necklace to Tang Xiang.

Ms. He believed her words and took the necklace out from under the pillow, placed it in her hands, and scolded her with a cold face, “How could you be so careless? You should take care of important things. Don’t lose it again, in case they see it and take their anger out on you.”

They?

The Luo Family?

Ms. He suddenly showed a look of panic, and she remembered, “Why are you speaking?”

Luo San was not supposed to speak; she was “mute.”

Ms. He was greatly agitated, panicked, and grabbed Zhou Xufang’s hand, “Didn’t I tell you not to speak?” She looked flustered, reaching for the blanket, panting heavily, shaking her head and muttering, “It’s over, it’s over. If the old master finds out you’re a girl, he definitely won’t let you stay in the Luo Family’s house.”

Luo Huaiyu knew?

Zhou Xufang remained silent, thinking.

Ms. He was still talking to herself, looking around frantically, murmuring, “Your mother just disappeared suddenly, will you vanish like her too?”

Zhou Xufang looked up, and her eyes surged with emotion, “Who is my mother?”

Ms. He began to sweat profusely, her eyes filled with terror, and she urged her, “Run quickly, go find Young Master Jiang.” Seeing her not moving, Ms. He pushed her and yelled with reddened eyes, “What are you waiting for, run!”

Zhou Xufang crouched down, unstable, and was pushed back a step.

Ms. He got out of bed, walking aimlessly around the room as if possessed, continuously muttering, “The old master has come, the old master has come…”

Footsteps were approaching from outside, growing closer.

Zhou Xufang put down the necklace, glanced at Ms. He, and turned to leave the hospital room.

In a moment, Tang Xiang arrived, as she was coming to get the necklace. Just as she twisted the doorknob, she realized the lock was broken. She pushed the door open and saw Ms. He pacing in the room, flushed and sweating profusely.

“Mom.” Tang Xiang walked over to support her, “What’s wrong with you, Mom?”

Ms. He looked around nervously, “Shh!” She pressed her finger on Tang Xiang’s lips, signaling her to be quiet, she whispered anxiously, her voice pinched, “We can’t hide it anymore, a disaster is going to befall our family.”

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Tang Xiang asked, “What disaster?”

Ms. He shook her head, refusing to say, gasping heavily, she asked her, “Where’s your dad? Where is he?” Not waiting for Tang Xiang’s response, she continued to ramble in distress, “Has the old master called for him?”

“Definitely, he’s going to be blamed.”

“It’s over, it’s all over…”

Subsequently, Ms. He wanted to rush out to find her husband, but Tang Xiang called for the nurse, who administered a sedative to Ms. He.

Once the noise subsided, Zhou Xufang came out from the stairwell. Just as she reached the outside of the convalescent home, an unfamiliar number called her.

Zhou Xufang, seeing no one around, leaped onto the rooftop and answered the phone, “Hello?”

Tang Xiang asked, “Is this Miss Zhou?”

Zhou Xufang wasn’t clear on how Tang Xiang had gotten her number but figured the Luo Family’s old master’s most trusted right-hand man must have no small skills.

Zhou Xufang confirmed, “Yes, it’s me.”

Tang Xiang introduced herself, “I’m Tang Xiang.”

Zhou Xufang straightforwardly asked, “What’s the matter?”

“Did you lose a necklace?” After asking, Tang Xiang described it, “A black cord, circular pendant, with your name on it.”

It seemed she had already confirmed it, and the necklace was no longer relevant.

Zhou Xufang spoke with a calm demeanor, showing no signs of unease, “Yes, it’s mine.” She had deliberately left it behind, the only thing on her body that could prove her identity. Even if Tang Xiang didn’t come to her, she would have sought her out. She needed to confirm her own identity and could not afford to be passive.

“Could you give me your address? I’ll have someone send it over tomorrow.”

Zhou Xufang reported the address and thanked them.

Tang Xiang said there was no need for thanks and hung up the phone.

Zhou Xufang crouched down, tilted her head back, and blew in the cold wind for a while; her face cooled down, but her heart was still burning hot. Her fingertips curled inward as she clenched and unclenched her fists, feeling the cold sweat in the palm of her hand.

Why was it Luo San?

Why was it the Luo Family people?

If not for the Luo Family, she wouldn’t have met the younger Jiang Zhi—unfortunate, yet fortunate at the same time.

Her heart was both sour and painful, like surviving a calamity, yet also like stepping into empty space off a cliff, plunging into an abyss. She was struggling to breathe and took a deep breath.

In her earpiece, after a long hesitation, Shuangjiang finally asked, “Are you sure?”

Zhou Xufang’s voice was low, filled with loss and weakness, “Yes, I’m sure.” She sighed again, irritably brushing away the hair the wind had blown onto her face, “I really am Luo San.”

She had looked up Luo San before—Luo San had these few labels: the adopted child of the Luo Family, dumb, intellectually disabled, childhood abuse, chromosomal mutation.

There was one final label she knew about from Jiang Zhi’s mouth: first love.

Zhou Xufang looked up at the moon, then at the stars, and pondered for a while before deciding not to harbor resentment anymore; her fate wasn’t all that bad, at least she was still alive, and she had Jiang Zhi.

Zhou Xufang straightened her cap, which the wind had skewed, stood up, walked to the edge of the rooftop, and glanced down, “Moreover, I suspect that Luo San was burned to death by the Luo Family.”

Shuangjiang didn’t understand, “Why?” If their deduction was correct, Luo San should be of the Luo Family’s bloodline; otherwise, the Luo Family wouldn’t support a ‘naturally defective’ child.

There was no one downstairs.

From the height of the fifth floor, Zhou Xufang jumped straight down, plummeted to the ground—oh, her cap fell off. She searched around, spotted her hat on a tree, picked up a stone, and threw it with force. The hat was knocked off by her throw.

She picked it up and put it back on, “Because Luo San was exposed.”

Shuangjiang asked, “Exposed what?”

“Gender.”

If He Xiangxiu’s incoherent words were true, then Luo Huaiyu must have known.

Zhou Xufang thought for a long time and could almost confirm, “The Luo Family has done too many despicable things; this generation didn’t produce a single boy.”

Therefore, to survive in the Luo Family, she couldn’t be a girl.

Her motorcycle was parked by the road. She got on, put on her helmet, and lowered the wind visor, “I’m going to the Luo Family again.”

The gatekeeper at Yuquan Bay changed shifts at 10:30 PM, and there were still more than twenty minutes before the end of the shift. Mr. Fang, bored to death, took out his newly bought smartphone and played a Peking opera.

Mr. Fang sang along with a great sense of contentment.

“Woof!”

The golden retriever tied to the table leg suddenly barked. The golden retriever was female, with a uniformly shiny coat and not a single stray hair, regal and dignified in demeanor; obviously not a common mutt, which is why Mr. Fang gave her a name that matched her appearance and temperament—Guifei.

Guifei barked again, “Woof!”

Mr. Fang kicked the table leg, “Fang Guifei,” Mr. Fang laid his hand behind his neck, leaned back in the chair, and bared his teeth at his beloved dog, “What are you barking at in the middle of the night!”

Guifei: “Woof!”

Oh, someone was coming.

Only half a shadow could be seen on the ground from the small window in the guardhouse. Mr. Fang went outside with his hands behind his back and sized up the visitor in the light; the person was backlit, with that posture, that elegance, that look…

Mr. Fang opened his eyes a bit wider, “Xu Fang’s partner?” The person walked out of the light, and Mr. Fang got a clear view, “It’s so late, you’re looking for Xu Fang?”

Jiang Zhi approached, and the inkiness in his eyes shifted from light to dark as backlighting took over; he said, “I’m looking for you.”

Mr. Fang uttered an ‘ah’ in confusion and asked Jiang Zhi, “You’re looking for me? What for?”

He came shrouded in the night, his eyes infused with the gloom and cold of deep winter, “Eight years ago, the big fire at the Luo Family.” His voice wasn’t loud, but the wind carried it clearly, resonating with impact.

Mr. Fang shivered, and the smile on his face froze instantly.

It couldn’t be concealed anymore, it couldn’t be concealed…

After a long silence, Mr. Fang sighed, “I was the one who carried the person out.”

The atmospheric pressure was notably low, as if in the bitter cold, the last bit of air had been extracted, creating an oppressive sense of suffocation. Guifei stopped barking and withdrew under the table.

Jiang Zhi took a step forward, and a tinge of autumn frost settled in his peach blossom eyes, he asked, “A girl, or a boy?”

Mr. Fang didn’t respond.

He asked again, “A girl, or a boy?”

“It was a girl.”