The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie-Chapter 177 - : 177: The Secret of Genetic Experiments (Second Update
Chapter 177: 177: The Secret of Genetic Experiments (Second Update
Jiang Zhi leaned back on the sofa, “My rules, not okay?”
“Okay, okay, okay, you’re the ancestor; whatever you say goes—”
The cellphone on the table vibrated.
Jiang Zhi pressed his finger to his lips, signaling Xue Baoyi to be quiet as he answered the call with a ‘hmm.’
It was Qiao Nanchu, “Peng Zhongming has arrived in Imperial City.”
Peng Zhongming was the only son of Peng Xianzhi and had settled abroad with his mother. Ever since the great fire at the Luo Family, Peng Xianzhi had been imprisoned, and it had been eight years since Peng Zhongming had shown his face.
Jiang Zhi asked, “Where is he hiding?”
“Still haven’t found him,” however, “just keep an eye on Luo Changde, he will definitely come knocking.”
“We need to get ready.”
“Ready for what?”
Jiang Zhi lazily replied, “Stealing things.”
Qiao Nanchu understood his plan, switching the topic, “I found out a little bit about Zhou Xufang.”
He had been lounging carelessly, but now he sat up straight.
Qiao Nanchu inquired, “There’s a medical laboratory called TANK, have you heard of it?”
The Jiang Family’s primary business was healthcare, and they were somewhat aware of any movement within the industry, whether domestic or international.
TANK was a Genetic Laboratory, exposed only five years ago, and by the time it came to light, the laboratory had already been destroyed. Who was behind it, how it operated, and the research direction and purpose were still unclear. The reason it caused such a stir was that the police found a research journal in the ruined laboratory. It clearly recorded a series of genetic research data. As for what the final product was, related experts still couldn’t conclude, only that the research process violated the ethics of biomedical research. It was certain that the laboratory had used humans as the research medium.
Jiang Zhi was silent for a long time, “I’ve heard of it.”
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“Zhou Xufang came from there,” Qiao Nanchu paused before continuing, “Five years ago, when the laboratory exploded, of the twenty-four test subjects being researched upon, three went missing, and Zhou Xufang was presumably one of them.”
Moreover, beyond any doubt, those three were surely the extraordinary among the twenty-four.
With lowered eyes and a slight flutter of his eyelashes, Jiang Zhi’s emotions slipped through, “Can’t the identities of those three be traced?”
“They’ve been wiped clean, where they came from, their identities, ages, genders, all that’s left are number codes, namely 011, 014, 017.”
At six in the evening, the sky had already darkened.
Zhou Xufang used to run a night stall, but after Jiang Zhi forbade her from going out at night, she switched to afternoons. She had to return home once it got dark, and while she was busy applying a screen protector for a phone, she looked up to see Jiang Zhi’s car, parked under the Ba Yi Bridge.
She still held a phone in her hand, waving and calling out, “Jiang Zhi.”
The phone’s owner also glanced back instinctively.
Fuck, that license plate!
Phone owner, “How much?”
Seeing Jiang Zhi put Zhou Xufang in a good mood; normally, she would charge twenty yuan for the screen protector, but she gave a discount of five yuan, “Fifteen,” and handed over the phone.
The phone’s owner took it, scanned the payment code, “Thanks.”
Zhou Xufang, “No need to thank me.”
After the customer had left, she got up from the small stool and ran over to Jiang Zhi, wearing a face mask with a smile in her eyes, “Are you here to pick me up?”
“Mhmm.” Jiang Zhi unbuckled his seatbelt, about to get out of the car.
Zhou Xufang held the car door; there were many people coming and going under Ba Yi Bridge, and Jiang Zhi was without a face mask. She worried he might be recognized, “Wait for me in the car; I’ll go pack up my stall.”
She had just turned around when Jiang Zhi stopped her.
“Xu Fang.”
She turned her head, her eyes bright, like the stars tonight: “Hmm?”
Jiang Zhi got out of the car, spread his arms around to her back, and enveloped her in a hug. Lowering his head, his chin rested on her shoulder.
Zhou Xufang was slightly taken aback: “What’s wrong?” She raised her hand to pat his back. “Are you unhappy?”
His voice was muffled as he nuzzled into the nape of her neck: “I missed you.”
The laboratory exploded, and with no one to seek revenge from, he felt blocked and uncomfortable inside.
The sight of her tugged at his heartstrings, making him feel even worse!
“If you miss me later, tell me earlier,” she said obediently, letting him hold her, tilting her head up. She wore a woolen hat with a fluffy pom-pom that brushed against his neck. “I can come to see you.”
Jiang Zhi let go and, through the hat, touched her head: “Okay.” He led her to the place where she was selling, “How was business today?”
Zhou Xufang nodded: “Mm-hm.” She smiled contentedly, “After deducting the costs, I made over ninety yuan—I can buy a super-large tub of ice cream.”
A tub of ice cream was enough to light up her eyes with stars; she was so ungreedy, still like a child. Such a pure and kind soul she was, why should she suffer, why should she…
Jiang Zhi’s eyes drooped, a shadow overlaying them that could not be driven away.
Across the street in the park, it was lively, with music echoing and more people joining the dance. Caught in the noise across the road were the shouts of vendors under the bridge.
Amidst the commotion, an old voice, full of the vicissitudes of life, called out: “Anyone want winter bamboo shoots?”
It was an elderly granny, her only possession a carrying basket, tucked away in the most secluded corner under the bridge. She spread out a newspaper, sitting on one end of it with two unpeeled bamboo shoots on the other, and beside them, one peeled shoot that had slightly spoiled from the cold.
A woman passing by glanced at them.
The elderly lady turned the bottom of the bamboo shoot around to show the fresh cutting: “Three yuan per kilo, very fresh.”
The woman shook her head and walked away.
People passed by in dribs and drabs, but the shoots on the newspaper remained unclaimed.
The elderly lady stood up, started to pack the shoots back into her basket with slow, trembling movements due to her age, and struggled to lift it. Squatting down, she attempted to hoist it with her hunched back.
“Grandma, I would like to buy the bamboo shoots.”
It was the voice of a young girl, clear and pure.
Quickly, the elderly lady set her basket down again: “Okay, okay.” She turned around, smiling, and asked, “Young miss, how many would you like?”
Zhou Xufang asked: “How many kilos are there in total?”
The granny had set up her stall even earlier than hers, yet her bamboo shoots seemed untouched.
“All of them?”
She nodded: “Mmhmm.”
The granny used an old-fashioned steelyard to weigh. It took five measures to weigh the whole basket of shoots, the scales tipping substantially. The elderly weighed slowly due to her age and computed: “That’s 36 kilos in total.”
Zhou Xufang pulled out a one-hundred-yuan bill from her bag and added another ten yuan one, handing them over.
The granny only accepted the hundred, then holding Zhou Xufang’s hand, she pushed the ten yuan back: “Thank you, young lady.”
She smiled: “You’re welcome.”
Since there wasn’t a large enough bag, the granny found four sturdy plastic bags to pack them for her.
Zhou Xufang squatted down to help transfer the shoots into the bags, then began carrying them with both hands.
“Give them to me.”
She passed the bags to Jiang Zhi, said ‘goodbye’ to the granny, and then followed Jiang Zhi away.
The elderly watched the two young people leave with a smile and then bent down to pick up the empty carrying basket from the ground, only then noticing that there was another ten yuan inside.
