The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie-Chapter 208 - Yun Shengs special ability the whereabouts of

Chapter 208: 208: Yun Sheng’s special ability, the whereabouts of Xu Fang’s mother (second update)

Chapter 208: 208: Yun Sheng’s special ability, the whereabouts of Xu Fang’s mother (second update)

“Does 017 have any special abilities?”

“I don’t know. In the laboratory, we were all kept in different places. I only saw him a few times during blood transfusions,” she added, “and also during the explosion.”

She couldn’t recall the details anymore, but she did remember once when 017 had a drug rejection and was critically ill for a long time. A doctor had drawn her blood and transfused it into 017.

It was since then that she was frequently drawn blood.

“Can we be sure it’s Xiao Yusheng?” Jiang Zhi frowned, seemingly uneasy.

Zhou Xufang shook her head; she couldn’t be certain. “It’s not just girls who change dramatically as they grow up. Boys change a lot when they get older too.” She thought back to five years ago, “Xiao Yusheng was too handsome, 017 didn’t seem that good-looking.”

Whether 017 was good-looking was no longer important, what was important was— it was the second time Zhou Xufang had complimented Xiao Yusheng on his looks.

“Is he more handsome than me?”

The question sounded chilling.

Jiang Zhi wasn’t one to engage in comparisons, nor did he like others commenting on his looks, after all, for any mature-minded male, many things are more important than appearance. But the contradiction lies in the fact that to him, Zhou Xufang was the most important, which meant he had to care about looks, because Zhou Xufang liked handsome ones.

Zhou Xufang, shivering in the cold air, replied: “No.”

Her expression was so earnest it was only short of swearing to the heavens: “You’re the most handsome.” She gave a thumbs up, the image of an honest and truthful old cadre, “Jiang Zhi is the best-looking man in the world.”

The world’s best-looking Jiang Zhi pulled her into the car and pulled down her favorite pink curtain.

Five minutes later—

Zhou Xufang: “Little hooligan!”

Zhou Xufang: “Little pervert!”

Zhou Xufang: “Little freak!”

Although she cursed him out loud, if she didn’t let Jiang Xiaoliu bother her, the Jiang Xiaoliu wouldn’t have been able to pin her onto the passenger seat.

Jiang Zhi: “Mhm, whatever you say.”

Jiang Zhi: “Don’t move.”

Zhou Xufang: “Hmph!”

The next day, the sky was clear.

Luo Changde’s body had not been retrieved yet, and the traffic squad had said two words to the family: “Condolences.”

Not a single person cried.

Captain Cheng from the Criminal Investigation Team said, “The more despicable someone is in life, the more pitiful they are in death, so pitiful that there’s not even anyone to mourn.”

Nine o’clock, the TV station.

“Mr. Zhou.”

Sitting opposite Zhou Qingrang was someone from a professional errand company, specialized in gathering information.

“Have you found anything?”

The middle-aged man nodded: “We found the servant who worked for the Luo Family back then.”

Zhou Qingrang sat on the couch; his cane was placed beside him. He was dressed in a black suit and looked stern and cold: “Is there any news of my sister?”

“No one knows Miss Zhou’s whereabouts except the Luo Family,” the middle-aged man took out a document from a black leather briefcase, “Moreover, back then Miss Zhou had a son.”

Zhou Qingmeng eloped with someone, was abandoned a year later, and had a son.

This was the rumor of the time.

“What about the boy?” Is he still alive?

“He was born at the Luo Family, not in a hospital. The midwife was the wife of the butler, Tang Guangji.”

Zhou Qingrang asked, “He Xiangxiu?”

The man nodded: “She should know the whereabouts of the child.” He paused, “However, eight years ago there was a big fire at the Luo Family, Tang Guangji died in it, and He Xiangxiu became mentally disturbed.”

Apart from He Xiangxiu and the Luo Family, no one else knew the whereabouts of the child.

This matter was the Luo Family’s greatest secret.

“Mr. Zhou.”

“Mr. Zhou.”

Colleagues at the door called to him twice, but he did not respond.

“Mr. Zhou.” The colleague knocked on the door again.

Zhou Qingrang snapped out of it: “What is it?”

A colleague said, “Someone’s looking for you outside.” It was a young male colleague who liked to tease people, and his eyes were playful, “It’s a young and beautiful girl.”

Zhou Qingrang settled into his wheelchair, propping himself with his crutch, and wheeled out of the rest room.

The young and beautiful girl was standing by the information desk at the TV station, standing on tiptoe, craning her neck in anticipation.

Behind her, someone called out, “Shengsheng.”

It was Lu Sheng. Since she wasn’t going to the company today, she didn’t wear her business attire. Not only was she not in business attire, but she also wore a beautiful lace dress. Her makeup was light but exquisite, complete with nails polished to match the color of her dress.

She turned around and saw a familiar face: “Uncle Xu.”

The Uncle Xu she referred to was in his fifties, tall, lean, with glasses, sporting a scholarly appearance. When the staff at the information desk saw him, they called out ‘Mr. Xu.’

Xu Jinlin, a friend of Lu Sheng’s parents, worked at the TV station. Being single and young at heart, he had a very good relationship with Lu Sheng, “What brings you to the TV station today?”

She said she was there for personal matters.

“Personal matters, huh?” Xu Jinlin laughed as he hit the nail on the head, “Looking for Qing Rang?”

Lu Sheng: Is it that obvious?

Being a man of experience, Xu Jinlin could tell: “Last time you asked me to transfer him back to the station, I already saw the signs.”

Zhou Qingrang had offended the Luo Family and was sent to work as a nighttime radio broadcaster. Not many days later, this young girl invited him for tea and coyly praised Zhou Qingrang, implying that if he wasn’t returned to the TV station, the news broadcast would lose a large number of loyal viewers.

Lu Sheng had her reasons, “I’m his fan.”

These days, it’s rare to find fans of news broadcasters.

Xu Jinlin bypassed the fan topic and said, “You better act fast. Qing Rang is very popular in the station.”

Popular?!

The usually calm girl, who always kept her composure in the business world, became anxious and blurted out, “Who else is thinking about him?” I dare them to try!

Xu Jinlin laughed heartily, “Aren’t you just a fan?”

Sure, a fan, one who aims high.

Since the cat was out of the bag, Lu Sheng didn’t hold back anymore, “Just don’t tell my parents yet.” Fearing that the elders might misunderstand, she made it clear, “Let me catch him first and then I’ll tell.”

Boy, was the young lady falling fast.

The elevator doors opened.

Lu Sheng’s eyes immediately brightened, and she placed her hands behind her back, waving at Xu Jinlin, “Uncle Xu, you better go quickly. Zhou Qingrang is coming, and don’t say you know me.”

She couldn’t let Zhou Qingrang know she had interfered with his job.

Xu Jinlin teased her deliberately, refusing to leave, “Why can’t I say that?”

How could a TV station director be so frivolous?

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The steadfast Lu Sheng, with a composed expression on her face, asked in a steady tone, “Excuse me, sir, are you talking to me?”

The flippant Mr. Xu: “…”

Zhou Qingrang’s wheelchair had already rolled closer. He first saw Xu Jinlin standing in front of Lu Sheng and politely greeted him, “Mr. Xu.”

Zhou Qingrang was courteous to everyone, but also kept his distance from everyone.

Truly an iceberg, it just wasn’t clear if he was capable of melting.

“This young lady is looking for you,” Xu Jinlin made space for them and left.

Zhou Qingrang wheeled over, “Miss Lu.”

That’s pretty distant.

Lu Sheng fiddled nervously with her short hair by her ear and licked her lips, “Do you still remember my name?”

He nodded, saying, “Lu Sheng.”

It sounded explosively nice!

Lu Sheng suffered from a severe case of voice addiction; she had heard countless pleasant voices, but none were like Zhou Qingrang’s. His tone was warm, yet it always seemed to carry a hint of coolness.

Online, there was a comment about Zhou Qingrang that Lu Sheng agreed with; it went like this: Whenever Zhou Qingrang pronounced any sentence, it made people feel as though he was telling a very sad story.

Lu Sheng was enchanted by his voice, so much so that just by listening, she wanted to rush up to hug him, to kiss him.

“Yeah, just call me Lu Sheng,” she said.

She didn’t like being called Miss Lu; it made it seem like she was from a different world than him.

Zhou Qingrang understood what she meant, “Did you come to get your umbrella?”

She nodded and hastily added, “I just happened to be passing by.”

The weather was just right, she had just remembered him, and she just wanted to see him.