The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie-Chapter 201 - : Jiang Zhi plays tricks to catch the criminal, strikes out in the cold to chase his wife.

Chapter 201: 201: Jiang Zhi plays tricks to catch the criminal, strikes out in the cold to chase his wife.

Jiang Wei’er interrupted, “I know.”

She wasn’t stupid.

But he wasn’t just anyone, they had been childhood friends for so many years, and once this layer of paper was pierced, perhaps even their friendship wouldn’t survive.

Jiang Wei’er had thought a lot about how to phrase her words, but when they reached her lips, they were still hard to express, and she didn’t dare to look at him, “I’ve always treated you like a little brother.”

Xue Bingxue stubbornly followed her gaze, “I’m only one day younger than you.” No, he corrected precisely, “Half a day.”

It wasn’t a matter of who was older or younger.

Jiang Wei’er looked up at him, “Do you know why I never hit you?”

She even kicked Qiao Nanchu, but she never hit him.

She said, “Because you’re good, I can’t bring myself to do it.”

He was too well-behaved, like a little prince who had accidentally escaped from an ivory tower, and she, the Little Witch, couldn’t bear to be mean to him.

“Because I’m too well-behaved, you don’t see me as a grown man, is that what you’re saying?” The expression on his face was one Jiang Wei’er had never seen before, his gaze intense and confronting, “Then you’re wrong, I was just pretending.”

After speaking, he leaned forward, bit her lips, then backed off a bit, watching her from a very close distance.

“Bingxue, you—”

He moved in again, silencing all her curses.

Jiang Wei’er: “…”

Who had corrupted this guy?

She pushed him away and kicked him in the shin, both embarrassed and annoyed, “Xue Bingxue, are you asking to be hit?”

The kick wasn’t light.

Xue Bingxue, whether in pain or embarrassment, had a flushed face, but his lips curved into a smile, “In the future, if you want to hit me, just hit me, and if I want to kiss you, I will kiss you.”

Jiang Wei’er: “…”

Not only had he been corrupted, but he had also learned to be shameless.

She wiped her mouth, cursing furiously, “Get lost!”

He was like a cat that got the cream, full of pleasure and didn’t bother her anymore, “Then I’ll get going.” He took a few steps, turned back, and looked at her with a flushed face, “Even though you know it, I still have to say it one more time.”

He said, “Wei’er, I like you, and have for a long time.”

Jiang Wei’er impatiently grabbed her short hair and turned to run back into the house.

In secret, someone from the Zhou family who was eavesdropping exclaimed, “Mr. Xue is so bold!”

Jiang Zhi was driving and couldn’t stand her praising someone else, “What’s so bold about him?”

“He’s liked Wei’er for a long time.”

Is that considered bold?

Jiang Zhi’s competitive spirit was provoked, “I’ve also liked you for a long time.” And he emphasized, “I’ve liked you twice.”

After listening, Zhou Xufang revealed an expression of sudden realization, and then with an annoyed toss of her head, she retorted, “You big hoof.”

Jiang Zhi: “…”

Who taught her that word?

He pinched her chin, turning her face towards him, “What’s wrong with me?”

She shook off his hand, pouting angrily, “You’ve been unfaithful, you don’t like Luo San anymore, you like me now!”

He laughed, “Aren’t you all the same person?”

She was taking advantage of loopholes, cornering herself into a dead end, “You didn’t know I was Luo San when you liked me.” She huffed, “You big hoof!”

He still laughed, “What jealousy are you eating with yourself?”

Just jealous, not talking to him.

Zhou Xufang used to be a very reasonable person; she didn’t like making a mountain out of a molehill or being unreasonably troublesome. It was Jiang Zhi, he taught her to laugh, to make a fuss.

There’s a saying, those who are favored are often more spoiled, because someone indulges them. A little fuss, there’s always someone to coax.

“Fang Bao, you can’t take advantage like this.” She didn’t turn her head, so he watched her reflection in the car window, “It’s because you and Luo San are the same person that I’ve fallen for you twice.”

Without Luo San, there would be no Zhou Xufang, no stirring of emotions.

He reached out and poked the reflection of the girl’s face on the glass. “Do you believe it or not? If you change your looks, or even your gender, I’d still fall into your hands.”

The person reflected in the window smiled.

She turned her face, her phoenix eyes curling into two crescent moons. “You like me that much?”

Jiang Zhi said, “Yes.”

She hugged him tightly, filled with joy.

Fool.

She was still the same easy-to-please, easily coaxed little fool as before.

At nine-thirty, Jiang Chuan sent the guests out of the Jiang Mansion.

Xu Pozhi’s car was parked outside the courtyard, and his mobile phone in his pocket had been vibrating for quite a while. He waited until he got into the car before answering the call.

“Mr. Xu, Luo Qinghe has already started looking into it.”

Xu Pozhi, with only one working eye and rarely driving himself, listened as the silent driver in the front seat kept to himself. Xu’s voice filled the car, “Point her in the right direction.”

“Understood.”

Xu Pozhi hung up the call, gave an address, and then the car changed direction and drove away from the Jiang Family home.

1998.

That was the name of the bar where the nightlife was just beginning. The lights were dazzling, the DJ’s music thundering, and the dance floor alive with the gyrating moves of the sultry night queens.

The crowd was in the midst of revelry, either partying or hunting for love.

Luo Qinghe swirled the drink in her glass, sitting alone at the bar, and lit a cigarette.

“All by yourself?”

A man’s hand had already landed on her shoulder.

She glanced at that hand. “Take it off.” After blowing a ring of smoke, she lifted her head, lips red and eyes seductive, “The hand.”

She had seen plenty of men spreading their nets in such lively places, and this one was of the lower sort.

The man withdrew his hand, changing his posture and leaning on the bar with his elbow propped up. “It’s boring to be alone. Let me treat you.” As he spoke, he sat down next to her, ordered a drink, and rested his hands on the bar, revealing the watch on his wrist.

The watch’s hands were studded with diamonds, and when the laser lights from the dance floor hit them, they sparkled.

Luo Qinghe eyed the watch. “How much is that thing on your hand worth?”

The man fiddled with his watchstrap. “Not much, just a few million.”

She laughed.

“What’s so funny?”

Laughing at his foolishness, she said, “It’s fake.”

Irritated at being exposed, the man became angry. “You know what?”

Luo Qinghe took a drag of her cigarette, the changing lights above her head flickering bright and dark, the red and green lights shimmering in her eyes. In a lazy tone, she said, “I know a bit more than you do.” Her gaze swept over again and she laughed, “And it’s a low-quality fake, too. Really devalues you.”

His pride wounded, the man grew furious, slamming his glass down. “Disgusting woman!” He cursed as he stormed off.

Luo Qinghe snickered.

Ah, men.

At that moment, a watch was placed on the bar. “What about this one, high imitation or low?”

Luo Qinghe followed the hand back to its owner. The dazzling lights made her vision hazy. “You look familiar. Which family are you from in Imperial City?”

The man before her, dressed in a suit and looking the part.

He sat down, ordered the strongest Champagne. “The Xu Family.”

The Xu Family, in his thirties, a problem with his eyes, that could only be one person. “Xu the Fifth?” She had never met him, yet he seemed so familiar.

Xu Pozhi extended his hand. “Pleased to meet you, Miss Luo.”

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Luo Qinghe didn’t reach out, simply eyeing him composedly. “You know me?”

“I do.” Xu Pozhi withdrew his hand, his immobile left eye aimed in her direction as he picked up the watch and put it on, “I’ve been keeping an eye on you for a long time.”

That eye was truly unsightly.

Speaking of eyes, Jiang Zhi’s were far more attractive.

Luo Qinghe threw her cigarette butt into the wine glass, and wisps of smoke rose before quickly dissipating. She swirled the glass and set it down, “Why are you paying attention to me?”

“An adult male paying attention to an adult female,” his tone was thick with teasing, “does there need to be a reason?”

She’s quite bold. Luo Qinghe laughed, “Interested in me?”

Xu Pozhi smiled without saying a word.

Luo Qinghe sniggered, not concealing her contempt, “I’m not interested.” She stood up and walked away.

Xu Pozhi sat there, watching her from the side. From that angle, the white of his left eye was visible and, in the fluctuating light, it was chilling to the core.

Still as arrogant and haughty as ever.

“Who are you?”

The girl who suddenly stepped into the greenhouse held her hands, her gaze proud.

Nineteen-year-old Luo Qinghe, who grew up graceful, was wearing an expensive and generous dress. The young boy by the trellis only glanced at her before he ducked his head, moving backward timidly.

The girl had a strong presence, “Who let you come here?”

He didn’t dare to look up, subconsciously tugging at the washed-out yellow T-shirt, “I, I, I…”

He stuttered for a long time but couldn’t finish a complete sentence.

“Do you have a stutter?”

He stuttered, “No, no.”

She was getting impatient, “Then who are you?”

The Jiang family’s gardener walked in at that moment, “Miss, he’s my new apprentice.”

The gardener’s name was Peng, and everyone called him Master Peng.

Master Peng had taken on a new apprentice named Ah Bin.

The girl sized up the new apprentice, “Looks a bit slow.”

Master Peng agreed quickly.

“That pot of orchids is my mother’s favorite,” she instructed the boy who didn’t dare raise his head, “you better take good care of it.”

He nodded and immediately ducked his head down again.

After the girl left, he looked up, stretching his neck to see outside the door.

“What are you looking at?” Master Peng said, “That’s Miss Luo from the Luo family; you have to keep to your manners when you see her.”

“Oh.”

She’s the Miss, no wonder she’s so dazzling.

Western Prison.

Seven o’clock was the time for the prisoners to shower, ten minutes per wave, in order.

Peng Xianzhi was in the last wave, he hadn’t finished showering when his cellmates had already cleaned up and left. As he turned the water off, he heard footsteps.

It was five or six men with tattoos on their backs, bare-chested, walking over, the one in the lead with a finger-length scar on his chest, their boss, “Peng Xianzhi, right?”

Peng Xianzhi quickly put on his clothes, warily watching them, “Who are you?”

The boss signaled with his eyes, and four or five men surrounded him.

Peng Xianzhi’s face went pale with shock, hastily backing away, and scanned around but saw no one, “What do you want to do?”

The man with the scar raised an eyebrow, nonchalant, “Don’t you know what we want to do?”

They pressed closer and closer.

Peng Xianzhi was backed into a corner, bluffing as he shouted, “Who sent you?”

The scarred man pulled a smirk, “It depends on who you’ve offended.” He wrapped a towel around his fist a couple of times, “Boys, make it quick and clean.”

Peng Xianzhi immediately yelled, “Instructor Liu!”

“Instructor Liu!”

“Liu—”

He was punched in the stomach and collapsed to the ground in agony.

The men didn’t plan to stop, they dragged him up, pushed him against the wall, and the others came over swinging their fists.

Just then, a whistle blew.

Instructor Liu, responsible for the cell of Master Peng, came in and barked, “What’s going on here?” He drew out his baton, “Put your hands on your heads.” He stepped forward and kicked one of the men, “Everyone stand to the side!”

The few small-time thugs glanced at the man with scars before they crouched down with their hands over their heads.

Master Peng’s legs gave out, and he sat on the ground, as if his soul had left his body, mumbling incessantly, “Someone wants to kill me, someone wants to kill me…put me in a single cell, someone wants to kill me!”

This wasn’t the first time.

Yesterday at the woodshop, there had been a similar situation.

The next day at nine in the morning, in the Luo Family study.

“Didn’t I tell you to deal with it quietly?” Luo Huaiyu roared into the phone, “Who told you to alert the enemy?”

The person on the other end was his informant in the Western Prison.

“It wasn’t me.” He explained over the phone, “My people haven’t laid a finger on him yet.”

Luo Huaiyu demanded, “Then who was it?”

The person hesitated quite a bit before responding, “Haven’t found out yet.”

“Useless trash!”

Luo Huaiyu hung up the phone, still seething with rage.

Chen Li, standing by his side, remained silent, sneakily slipping his hand into his pocket and imperceptibly turned off the phone that was still connected.

“Doot doot doot doot doot doot…”

Zhou Xufang also set down the phone she had on speaker. Jiang Zhi was sitting by her side and had heard what Luo Huaiyu said. She asked him, “Was it Luo Qinghe who did it?”

Luo Qinghe would probably very much want to silence someone forever.

“It wasn’t her.” Jiang Zhi said, “Luo Qinghe wouldn’t dare touch Master Peng, she’s afraid of being bitten back, and besides, her reach isn’t that long, she can’t extend it to Western Prison.”

It couldn’t have been Luo Changde either. Luo Changde should have been trying to win Master Peng over.

Zhou Xufang couldn’t guess, “Then who was it?”

Jiang Zhi replied, “Me.”

Zhou Xufang, “?!” She jumped in fright, her tone becoming very serious as she earnestly said, “Jiang Zhi, don’t do anything illegal.”

Even though Master Peng was a murderer, Zhou Xufang didn’t want Jiang Zhi to go down a crooked path. If he got caught and sent to prison, she wouldn’t be able to resist breaking him out…

Jiang Zhi patted her head, which was still full of wild thoughts, “It’s not about really doing anything to him.” He explained patiently, “Peng Zhongming is already dead, Master Peng will think of self-preservation first, not revenge. If we don’t scare him a bit, he won’t cooperate.”

Oh, it was just a scare.

Zhou Xufang breathed a sigh of relief.

The phone on the couch beside Jiang Zhi vibrated, with the caller ID showing just one word—Liu.

It was Instructor Liu from Western Prison: “Mr. Jiang, Master Peng wishes to see you.”

Jiang Zhi hummed in acknowledgment.

Still, a scare was necessary. Look, now he’s ready to talk.

That afternoon at two, Western Prison.

Master Peng, handcuffed, entered the visitation room; his face was haggard, his eyes swollen.

Jiang Zhi tapped his fingers on the phone in front of him.

Master Peng sat down and glanced at Jiang Zhi through a pane of glass, then put the phone to his ear, his voice coming through lazily, “Have you thought it through?”

Master Peng asked him first, “Can you ensure my life will be safe?”

His son was dead, and with that, he had become an enemy of the Luo Family. They were ready to throw him to the wolves, and even here in this prison, he couldn’t sleep peacefully.

Jiang Zhi had been waiting, waiting for him to crack.

“If even I can’t protect you, then no one in Imperial City can save you.” His voice conveyed certainty, as if he had everything under control.

Master Peng pondered for a long time, then relented, “What do you want me to do?”

Jiang Zhi pulled his leg back in and sat up straight: “Three things.”

“Speak.”

He asked, “Besides Luo Qinghe, who else is the killer?”