The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie-Chapter 206 - Fang Bao exposed Luo Changde falls into the

Chapter 206: 206: Fang Bao exposed, Luo Changde falls into the river

Chapter 206: 206: Fang Bao exposed, Luo Changde falls into the river

In the car, Luo Changde suddenly turned his head and saw the blue car body speeding toward him. He yelled, “Qinghe—”

“Crash!”

The two vehicles collided with a loud bang.

The sedan was sent flying by the truck, breaking through the guardrail. Half of the car was left hanging over the edge, and below was the rolling waters of the Zhang River.

The front of the truck was also heavily dented. The driver, wearing a mask, took one look, then immediately turned around to head back the way they came.

In just over ten seconds, the truck responsible for the accident had vanished without a trace.

The wind surged, and with thick smoke billowing, the sedan was left hanging half on the road, half over the bridge, teetering on the brink.

Inside, Luo Changde’s face was covered in blood, with all the car windows shattered. He reached out his bloody hand: “Qing…” Tears mixed with blood streamed from the corner of his eyes as he called out for help outside, “Qing, he.”

Luo Qinghe stood still, her hand gripping the phone tightened, fingertips turning pale.

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The hand reaching out from the car window slumped down powerlessly. He sprawled forward, glass mingled with blood on his face, gasping, “Save… save me.”

Luo Qinghe slowly moved her feet.

“Dad,” she approached the edge of the bridge. Amidst the sound of the wind and the waves, she sobbed, “Go in peace.”

Having said that, she turned around.

“Qing, he.”

“Qinghe, save… save me.”

He breathed raggedly, calling for help.

Luo Qinghe paused for a moment, her clenched hand trembling, but she didn’t look back. Her steps were slow, and she never once looked back, moving further and further away from the car leaking gasoline all over the ground.

The teetering car suddenly shook violently.

Suddenly, a pair of hands held up the car body.

“Do you understand?”

Who was speaking?

It was a girl’s voice, low and icy: “She told you to go in peace.”

Luo Changde struggled to lift his head to look outside the car window. His eyes glazed over with blood, he could only see a blurry silhouette, someone dressed in black blending into the night. She was bent over, her hands supporting the car’s suspended underside.

Her face was not visible, masked.

Luo Changde reached out to her: “Save, save me.”

She lifted her face, wearing glasses, her voice utterly devoid of emotion, repeating what was said earlier: “She told you to go in peace.”

Luo Changde suddenly leaned towards the window, trying to grab her clothes but touched only her mask. With one tug, her face was exposed.

Zhou Xufang instinctively turned her head to the side.

“You, you…”

He opened his mouth only for blood to gush from his throat.

Zhou Xufang was still turned aside, the streetlight illuminating half of her defined facial profile: “You’ve seen my face.”

The professional errand runner Z had never revealed her appearance before.

She said, “Go in peace.”

As her voice trailed off, she let go. The car shook a few times and then plunged into the river,

“Splash!”

Water splashed high as the black car was instantly engulfed by the deep waters.

At eleven o’clock that night, Luo Yinghe finally returned home. She had just come from a bar, still wearing her sparkly jacket. Passing by Luo Changde’s room, she heard a racket inside.

The door was unlocked. She pushed it open and glanced inside.

The room was a mess. Luo Qinghe was frantically searching for something.

Luo Yinghe asked, “What are you looking for?”

Without looking up, she replied, “Get out.”

Luo Yinghe stood still and retorted, “This is not your room.”

Luo Qinghe grabbed a cup from the bedside and hurled it toward the doorway.

“Crash—”

The cup shattered to pieces, spraying fragments at Luo Yinghe’s feet. She was startled; then she heard Luo Qinghe screaming at her, “Get out!”

Luo Yinghe looked down at her ankle, scraped by shards of glass, leaving two bloody cuts, and suddenly, she also became angry. Bolstering her courage, she shouted back, “You’re insane!”

After shouting, she slammed the door and left.

Xu Yun Ci heard the noise and came to ask, “What’s wrong with Qinghe?”

Luo Yinghe turned back, rolling her eyes toward the door, “She’s having a fit!”

Xu Yun Ci scolded her for talking nonsense and stepped toward the room, only to be stopped by Luo Yinghe, “What are you doing, looking for trouble?”

Xu Yun Ci, concerned, said, “Your sister—”

“She’s seriously ill!”

Luo Yinghe dragged Xu Yun Ci and left.

Downstairs in the study.

“Ring Ring Ring…”

The ringing of the phone on the desk echoed.

Luo Huaiyu answered the call.

It was an unfamiliar number, an unfamiliar voice, “Is this Mr. Luo Huaiyu speaking?”

“I am.”

The caller said he was from the traffic police: “There has been an accident at No. 215 Zhangjiang Road, a vehicle plunged into the river, and the owner of the car is your son, Luo Changde.”

Luo Huaiyu was momentarily stunned.

“Thud.”

His walking stick fell to the ground.

On the phone, the traffic police detailed the situation, and Luo Huaiyu did not utter a word from beginning to end; after hanging up the phone, he didn’t even use his walking stick as he staggered toward the door, “Go summon Qinghe over here.”

After a while, Luo Qinghe knocked on the door.

Luo Huaiyu said, “Close the door.”

She shut the door, approached him, “Grandfather, you called for me.”

Luo Huaiyu, supporting himself, stood up from the sofa, raised his hand, and fiercely slapped her across the face.

She stumbled back a step from the slap, her face quickly swelling and reddening, with blood at the corner of her mouth.

Luo Huaiyu, shaking with anger, pointed at her, his eyes bloodshot, “That’s your father, your biological father who gave birth to and raised you!”

She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, “My biological father who gave birth to and raised me,” she clenched her fists, and looking up, she said, “Then why didn’t he let me go?”

“Beast!”

Luo Huaiyu picked up his walking stick, his eyes red with rage, and started hitting her legs one after another.

She swayed a couple of times and then knelt to the ground, biting her lip, not making a sound.

“Family, door, not, fortunate.”

One word, one pause, one hit with the walking stick.

Four hits in a row, each harder than the last.

Luo Huaiyu, old and tired, without strength left, propped himself up with the stick, his voice hoarse with age, he shouted, “What an unfortunate family!”

Luo Qinghe knelt, her eyes red, saying nothing.

Afterward, the Luo family was turned upside down.

Luo Huaiyu had fallen ill, a heart attack, and when Luo Qinghe left the study, it was already late into the night; her legs numb, she walked unsteadily.

Just as she reached the stairwell, her phone rang.

She answered.

“Young Mr. Luo.”

It was the person she had sent out, and the message was, “We’ve found the place where the recording is kept, but we cannot open it; we can only try the password three times.”

As long as she got that recording, everything would be over.

Luo Qinghe, leaning against the wall, numb and stiff, recited, “770819.”

After the other side tried it, the response came, “That’s not it.”

“963245.”

“That’s not it.”

Both of these were Luo Changde’s usual passwords, which she had had hacked early on.

And yet, they were not correct.

She fell silent for a long time, “92…” her voice trembling, choking up, and finally, she uttered, “921105.”

Ten seconds later—

“It’s open.”

It’s open…

Her eyelids drooped, “Destroy it.”

“Yes.”

921105.

It was her birthday.

She hung up the phone, her legs gave out, and she sat down on the floor, releasing the grip of her tightly clenched hand; the palm was full of blood marks from her nails, she laughed and muttered to herself, “Why did you have to force me?”

“Why did you have to force me…”

“Crash!”

She smashed her phone and suddenly burst into loud sobs.