The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie-Chapter 209 - Stirred emotionally enjoying another wave of

Chapter 209: 209: Stirred emotionally, enjoying another wave of excitement (one more update)

Chapter 209: 209: Stirred emotionally, enjoying another wave of excitement (one more update)

“Is the umbrella upstairs? Do you want to come up with me?” Zhou Qingrang said, “You can also wait here.”

Lu Sheng immediately responded, “I’ll go up with you.”

The ending sound of her words fluttered.

Lu Sheng, stay calm, stay calm.

Zhou Qingrang agreed and turned the direction of his wheelchair, leading the way in front.

Because it was the dead of winter and it was cold, his fingertips were frozen red, and the skin on the back of his hands, extremely pale, contrasted sharply in color.

Lu Sheng gazed at his hands for a long time and hesitated for quite a while before she finally spoke up, “Let me push you.” Her offer seemed presumptuous, so she asked, “May I?”

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Zhou Qingrang politely refused, “No need, thank you.”

He seemed to be the kind of person who didn’t like to trouble others, so he always kept to himself, always pushed others away, living proudly and alone.

Once they got into the elevator, he kept coughing, and his hand holding the handkerchief slightly trembled.

He said, “I’m sorry.”

Because it was a public place, he felt it was rude to cough like that.

“It’s okay,” Lu Sheng asked, “Are you sick?” The concern in her eyes was impossible to hide.

Zhou Qingrang avoided her eyes, and it was unclear whether it was intentional or not, but he downplayed it, “Just a chronic condition.” Several major surgeries followed his car accident, and while he had come back from the brink, he had also acquired a host of illnesses.

“Cough, cough, cough…”

He bowed his head, coughing again, and a fine layer of sweat appeared on his forehead. He hunched over and endured, suppressing his breathing as much as possible.

Seeing him like this made her feel bad.

Lu Sheng’s fingers curled up, but then she lifted them and placed them on his back.

His body stiffened for a moment.

The hand on his back gently, gently patted.

He wanted to say it wasn’t necessary, but when it came to his lips it turned into, “Thank you.”

Lu Sheng, bending down, stood behind him, “Can you stop thanking me all the time?” Her voice came from behind, very soft, “Also, don’t keep apologizing. Those are the two things you say the most.”

So much so that it tugged at one’s heartstrings.

It seemed he was doing it deliberately, deliberately isolating himself from people, from the world.

He fell silent for a while, “Okay.”

Just as the elevator doors opened, Lu Sheng didn’t withdraw her hand, and pushed his wheelchair out of the elevator.

He wanted to say it wasn’t necessary, but yet again he didn’t speak up, and removed his hands from the wheels to place them in front of him.

This girl was like the sun.

And he, cold yet still averse to the cold.

He led her to his resting room.

“Have a seat first.”

Lu Sheng sat down somewhat stiffly, with proper posture.

Zhou Qingrang took his cane and, propping himself up, stood up, “I only have boiled water here, would you like some?”

“I would.”

He got a clean cup and went to fill it with water.

His resting room was very simple, the water dispenser was old-fashioned, and the water wasn’t hot yet, so he stood by silently waiting, not speaking, always very quiet.

Since he stood with his back to her, she could unabashedly observe, looking at his leg that was slightly uneven due to the prosthesis.

He was only fourteen when they amputated his limb, still practically a child.

Her eyes soured, and she looked away.

“Senior brother.” The door wasn’t closed and was pushed open; a lady in professional attire entered, “Could you help me look over my script—”

It was Tang Ying, Zhou Qingrang’s co-anchor.

Only then she noticed there was a guest, “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you had company.”

Zhou Qingrang said it was okay, “I’ll come to you later.”

Tang Ying nodded, her gaze meeting Lu Sheng’s. She gave a slight nod and then exited, helping to close the door behind her.

Lu Sheng asked, “Was that Anchor Tang just now?”

“Yes,” Zhou Qingrang replied, one hand holding the cane, the other filling the cup with water.

Lu Sheng stood up and went over herself. When the cup was more than half full, she reached out her hand.

Zhou Qingrang placed the cup in her hands.

The water was a bit hot, but it warmed her hands. She held the cup with both hands, “She’s even more beautiful than on television.” The hairstyle she wore during the news made her look older.

Tang Ying was famously known as a beautiful news anchor, in her early thirties, with as lovely a resume as her person, from a good family, and with a kind disposition—an exceptional woman.

As for her attractiveness, Zhou Qingrang made no comment.

She casually asked a question, pretending it was of little consequence, “Are you two close?”

Xu Jinlin had said Zhou Qingrang was highly sought after.

She couldn’t help but imagine things. Tang Ying looked at him so tenderly, did she also have her eye on him, how could this be, living close meant first dibs, what if someone else plucked her moon…

Zhou Qingrang’s clear voice interrupted her thoughts, “We’re partners.”

Not just partners, she was also his junior sister.

Lu Sheng’s sense of crisis didn’t subside at all.

“Your umbrella.” He handed her the umbrella, “Thank—” He stopped himself before finishing the word.

Don’t keep saying thank you.

He had just promised her.

Smiling, she took the umbrella, but didn’t leave immediately because she hadn’t finished her water yet.

One cup of water, and she took more than ten minutes to drink it…

During that time, Zhou Qingrang didn’t say much, looking over his news scripts. She wanted to start a conversation but feared disturbing him. After dawdling for over ten minutes, her water turned cold.

It wouldn’t be proper to linger any longer.

Lu Sheng put down the cup, “I’ll be going then?”

Zhou Qingrang set the news script down on the table and reached for his cane nearby, “I’ll walk you down.”

“There’s no need.” It was so cold, and walking with a cane must be painful for him, so she found an excuse, “Don’t bother, I’d like to take a little walk around.”

Zhou Qingrang agreed.

She held the umbrella, walked to the door and looked back, “Can I come to see you again?” She asked tentatively, a hint of expectation in her voice.

“Sure.”

Her pupils brightened a bit, “Then, can I call you?” She had his number, which she had gotten the last time under the pretext of borrowing his umbrella.

Zhou Qingrang was silent for a short while, then nodded.

Feeling content, the smile under her curved eyebrows grew, “Then I’m off.” Standing there, she waved, “Goodbye, Zhou Qingrang.”

He said, goodbye, Lu Sheng.

Lu Sheng turned her head, her smile growing wider – he had finally called her by her name.

After the young lady left, Zhou Qingrang couldn’t concentrate on the news script anymore; his mind was unsettled, his spirit distracted. His brows furrowed, he took up his cane to put away the cup she had used.

He shouldn’t have nodded, shouldn’t get too close to anyone…

When revising the news scripts, Tang Ying noticed that Zhou Qingrang was distracted.

“Senior brother.”

He was still lost in thought.

“Senior brother.”

“Hmm.” He then looked up.

This was the first time Tang Ying had seen him so disturbed. He was always distant and aloof, not seeming to care much about anything, rarely emotional, and even less so in his work.

It must have been because of that girl just now.

She casually asked, “Who was that girl just now?” She shouldn’t have pried, but she couldn’t help herself.

Zhou Qingrang said, “A friend.”

“Girlfriend?” Her hands tightened unconsciously around the press release.

He shook his head and said it wasn’t.

Tang Ying looked down, slightly relieved.

“I need to make a call. We will continue later.”

“Okay.”

Zhou Qingrang stood up, didn’t grab his cane, and walked with a limp. He went outside and dialed Tang Xiang’s number, “Can I see your mother?”

Luo Changde’s body hadn’t been found yet, the Luo Family hadn’t announced the mourning, nor had a funeral been arranged. The masters of the Luo Family were unusually silent; the servants were trembling with fear, not daring to make a sound, and the atmosphere was somber and oppressive.

Inside the study on the second floor, Luo Qinghe stood by the window, taking a call. The sky outside was overcast, mirroring the gloom in her eyes.

“Younger Luo,” the man on the phone said, “The dash cam memory card has been recovered.”

She replied, “Send it over.”

At that moment, a knock echoed at the door.

Luo Qinghe ended the call, “Come in.”

Shen Yue entered, “Younger Luo.”

She returned to her chair at the desk and asked him, “Is it the original?” She was referring to the recording obtained from Luo Changde.

Shen Yue nodded, his hair meticulously combed, with a square face, rigid and serious. He answered, “Yes.”

“Has it been authenticated?” Luo Qinghe asked another question.

Shen Yue was utterly respectful, “It has been authenticated.”

“The item?”

He set down the paper file bag he was holding.

Luo Qinghe picked it up, glanced at it, then set it aside, looking up, “Whose man are you?”

With such an abrupt question, Shen Yue appeared puzzled, “I don’t understand what you mean.”

Don’t understand?

Luo Qinghe threw the contents of the file bag at his feet, “Before you came here, I had someone authenticate it too, and this is also a burned copy.”

She’d had her suspicions about him for a while.

Recently, nothing had gone smoothly. She felt as if she were being led by someone else; she couldn’t even confirm who her adversary was, yet they played her like a pawn, knowing her every move.

There was an inside agent in the Luo Family, and one by her side as well.

Shen Yue was momentarily surprised, but quickly composed himself, “Are you testing me?”

Fine, he’d confess.

He removed the thick glasses from his nose, and without the black frames, his demeanor shifted entirely—less severe and more astute. He confessed fully, “I’m Mr. Luo’s man. You had previously changed the meeting time with Peng Zhongming under Mr. Luo’s name. I was the one who leaked the information.”

Sure enough, an inside agent.

“What benefit did he offer you?”

Shen Yue thought of a meme and quoted, “As long as the money is in place, any position will do.”

“…”

Luo Qinghe paused momentarily.

Heh, she’d misjudged.

“Is your medical report fake?”

People around her were chosen because they were either reckless or on the brink of death. Such people were useful and had no worries for the future.

Now Shen Yue was completely forthright, tossing his glasses on the table; he also removed his cufflinks and rolled up his sleeves.

“Fake,” he said, “as long as the money’s right.”

A fake medical report and a fake background—weren’t they effortless to fabricate?

Lastly, he tore off his tie and smiled, “Younger Luo, in this world, there’s nothing money can’t do, and you’re more aware of that than I am, right?”

Luo Qinghe remained noncommittal, “Having followed me for so long, you must have figured out my methods.” He should prepare himself mentally for the consequences of betraying her.

Shen Yue leaned one hand on the desk, jiggling his leg, “About eighty or ninety percent figured out.”

“Guessed your own fate yet?”

Not at all!

“Didn’t all your previous secretaries end up in prison?” His eyes shone with a businessman’s cunning, losing all resemblance to his former composure as a secretary, “I probably won’t be locked up for long.”

Luo Qinghe always had a way out. She had done many things she shouldn’t have, but she never got her hands dirty. She had plenty of people to order around. She was also paranoid, trusting no one and leaving no evidence behind.

Shen Yue had been ordered around too, having done several law-breaking deeds himself.

“Miss,” someone from outside addressed her, “the police are here.”

Shen Yue was shocked, “So soon?!”

No wonder they say never to cross a woman—when they get vicious, it’s lethal.

Shen Yue took one last look at his former boss; he took off his suit jacket and slung it over his shoulder, “Take care, Younger Luo.” Oh right, he turned around at the door, “I don’t know if there’s any social event between the male and female prisons, maybe we’ll meet in jail one day.”

It wasn’t nice to keep the officer waiting; he said his piece and stepped out, thoughtfully closing the door behind him.

Inside—

“Bang!”

Something was smashed.

Outside, two police officers and two prosecutors arrived.

“Officer, may I call my family?” Shen Yue earnestly requested, “Just this once.”

The officer was understanding and let him make the call.

Firstly, he said a load of caring instructions, like for his plants, his pets, and about maintaining good health, and finally in a very soft voice, “I’ve been exposed.”

The one on the other end was not a family member.

Jiang Zhi replied, “Your cell is ready, in the same one as Peng Xianzhi.”

Peng Xianzhi?

That source of trouble, Shen Yue resisted, “Can it be changed?” His mission was complete; he didn’t want more trouble.

“As you wish,” Jiang Zhi said indifferently, “That cell is as secure as a fortress and is the safest place.”

Peng Xianzhi was the witness to the Luo Family fire eight years ago and a high-priority protected individual.

Shen Yue pondered and then decided, “No need to change.” Also, the most important thing, “Make sure to transfer the final payment to my account, Mr. Jiang.”

The last two words, no longer reverent as before, sounded like a crafty businessman.

Shen Yue used to hang around Chinese Street, doing venture investments, duping customers of ten million, and after years in a foreign prison, he returned to his country.

This man, a money-grubber. Decent?

Heh, he would never be decent in this lifetime; he only befriended money. That’s why he collaborated so briskly with Jiang Zhi—because the money was good. Picking up another paycheck as an informant for Luo Changde and adding Luo Qinghe’s on top, he was earning three salaries. With such compensation, as long as it wasn’t murder, he would do anything. Afraid of jail? After sitting for a few years, he’d be set for life.

His morals were utterly twisted!