The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie-Chapter 275 - : The Grudges between the Jiang Family and the Lu Family, The Secrets of Jiang Zhi’s Mother (Second Update)
Chapter 275: 275: The Grudges between the Jiang Family and the Lu Family, The Secrets of Jiang Zhi’s Mother (Second Update)
After that, the conversation moved from marriage to pregnancy care, and then from pregnancy care to the possibility of having a second child. The parents were as if they had met too late, conversing with great pleasure…
“Uncle,” Fang Lixiang inserted a sentence during a brief silence, “why don’t we let him stand up first?” She pitied the poor fellow.
Xue Baoyi’s legs were numb from kneeling.
His wife felt for him!
Before Xue Zhonggen could speak, Feng Zhanling patted the back of his son’s head, “Your wife said you can stand up.”
Xue Baoyi glanced at Xue Zhonggen, received nothing but a cold look, but he didn’t mind; he was sure to be beaten when he got home anyway. He stood up, his legs so numb that it took him a long time to regain his feeling.
At the other end, the two parents continued talking about the topic of the second child.
Finding an opening, Feng Zhanling scooted over to Fang Lixiang’s bedside, “My dear daughter-in-law.”
Fang’s daughter-in-law: “…” She really wasn’t used to this title.
But Feng Zhanling still had one thing on her mind, “Was it you who caused the miscarriage of Lady Xiangsong’s child?”
“…”
How come Xue Baoyi’s dog isn’t the least bit like his mother! She’s so adorable!
Fang Lixiang, previously quite nervous, felt much better now, “Yes.”
Feng Zhanling squinted, “Was there something wrong with the tree you gave to Lady Xiangsong?” Without waiting for Fang Lixiang to answer, she shook her head herself, “No, if there was something wrong with that tree, how would Consort Qi’s child still be alive?”
Deeply lost in the drama, unable to extricate herself.
Feng Zhanling couldn’t wait to know the answer, tugging at Fang Lixiang’s sleeve, “Will you spoil it for me, huh?”
My goodness!
So cute…
Despite being her elder, she made Fang Lixiang feel a sudden overflow of maternal affection. She spoiled it all, “That tree was a catalyst. The medicine for pregnancy care that Lady Xiangsong drank was in conflict with the medicine emitted by the tree, causing the miscarriage.”
Feng Zhanling was agape in amazement, “Lixiang, you are incredible!” Admiration shone on her face, “You could certainly become the empress!”
Princess Su, who only lived until the thirtieth-something episode: “…” She felt a bit awkward. She wanted to be the empress too, but the scriptwriter wouldn’t allow it.
Meanwhile, the two families were still in their ‘meeting’.
On the other side, Zhou Xufang looked anxious outside Zhou Qingrang’s hospital room.
“I wonder how Lixiang is doing.” She really wanted to eavesdrop. She had to resist; it would be rude to listen in on elder’s conversations.
Jiang Zhi said, “They should be discussing the marriage.”
“Wouldn’t they break them up instead?” Zhou Xufang cited examples, her expression grave, “Your grandma broke up your aunt, and Mr. Qiao’s grandfather also broke up Mr. Qiao.”
She feared Mr. Xiao Xue’s family might break up the couple, too. That’s how it’s always shown on TV dramas, where wealthy mothers-in-law would wave a check, asking the female lead to leave their son. Then the female lead would go far away, give birth to a cute baby by herself. When the baby grows up enough to be cute, she brings him back, and then the baby meets his father… It could fill millions of words, spanning over several years!
Jiang Zhi pulled her to sit beside him, “Bao Yi’s parents wouldn’t do that. His father is an upright gentleman, a diplomat, very reasonable.”
It was precisely such a reasonable man who would still beat Xue Baoyi with a stick, which indicated just how deserving Xue Baoyi was of a thrashing.
Zhou Xufang then asked, “What about his mother?”
Jiang Zhi thought about how to describe her, then gave an example, “She’s like an eighteen-year-old girl, even easier to please than you.”
The Xue Family was wealthy too, naturally having many unsightly secrets and people with malicious intentions, but Xue Baoyi’s grandfather’s lineage was forthright. It was just that his siblings weren’t very well-behaved.
Hearing Jiang Zhi put it that way, Zhou Xufang felt somewhat relieved, “It’s almost time for dinner.”
“Shall we go out to eat?”
Zhou Xufang shook her head, “No, I am going to stay and eat with my uncle at the hospital.”
Again with the uncle.
She had accompanied her uncle for lunch too.
He felt neglected as her boyfriend, “What about me?”
Zhou Xufang was all about her uncle, “You go to my uncle’s house and bring him some clothes.”
Uncles were for spoiling. Boyfriends were for running errands.
Jiang Zhi turned his head away, “I won’t go.”
“Then stay here and eat with my uncle at the hospital, I’ll go.”
He became illogical, “You’re not allowed to go anywhere. You have to stay with me.”
He was being pettily jealous.
Zhou Xufang knew he was being petulant, and held his face steady, moving in to kiss him. There was no one in the corridor, so she kissed him for a long while, pleading softly after, “Jiang Zhi, please stop making trouble, okay?”
He was kissed until his eyes glistened, reluctantly and resignedly nodded, “Hmm…” He stopped throwing a tantrum, nibbling at her lips coquettishly, coaxing her, “Zhou Xufang, can you pamper me more? I feel insecure.”
Even her affection for her own uncle made him jealous.
He even felt his possessiveness was somewhat pathological.
Zhou Xufang agreed, obediently opening her mouth to let him kiss her deeply.
She clearly agreed, yet at dinner, she gave Zhou Qingrang five pieces of meat and only gave him four.
Jiang Zhi: “…” Couldn’t swallow a bite!
It was bad enough that Zhou Xufang didn’t come to coax him, but Zhou Xufang was also fawning over her uncle.
“Uncle, do you want seconds?”
“Uncle, do you want some soup?”
“Uncle, have some fruit.”
“Uncle…”
Couldn’t bear to stay!
Jiang Zhi put down his chopsticks and left.
Outside the sickroom, a shadow shrank back, timorous.
Jiang Zhi closed the door of the sickroom: “What are you sneaking around for?”
The shadow emerged from around the corner: “I’m not sneaking around; I’m here to deliver soup.” It was Lu Sheng, carrying an insulated container, “Help me give this to Zhou Qingrang.”
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Jiang Zhi didn’t take it: “Take it in yourself.”
“He doesn’t want to see me.”
Lu Sheng placed the soup on a chair, glanced several times into the sickroom, and reluctantly turned away.
Jiang Zhi called her back: “I have a question for you.”
“What?”
“Is Zhaowen your uncle’s courtesy name?”
Lu Sheng’s gaze turned wary: “How do you know about that?” Her uncle, named Jing Yuan, with the courtesy name Zhaowen, had been deceased for many years, and few knew his courtesy name. Given the longstanding rivalry between the Jiang and Lu families, Jiang Zhi suddenly inquiring about it naturally put her on guard.
Jiang Zhi got his answer and slowly retorted with a phrase: “Just a guess.”
What a load of crap!
Lu Sheng turned and left.
Jiang Zhi glanced at the insulated container, damn it, wanting to throw it away!
He picked it up, about to return to the sickroom, when someone called out from behind: “Brother Zhi.”
He turned around and saw Old Lady Jiang: “What are you doing here?”
Old Lady Jiang didn’t answer, asking him instead: “Was that Lu Sheng just now?”
“Yes.”
Old Lady Jiang’s face changed instantly, expressing a rare and fierce disapproval: “How did you get mixed up with her?”
Mixed up?
The word came loaded with intense dissatisfaction, displeasure, and even revulsion.
Jiang Zhi rarely saw Old Lady Jiang so enraged; he replied nonchalantly: “Just ran into her by chance and had a brief chat.”
Old Lady Jiang immediately interrogated him: “What did you talk about? What could you possibly have to discuss? The Lu Family is dead set on bringing down the Jiang Family, and you still find something to say to those Lu people?”
Jiang Zhi was a preterm baby, prone to illness from a young age, and Old Lady Jiang was extremely fond of him, handling him as if he were too delicate to touch. This was the first time she’d shown him such disdain.
Jiang Zhi, naturally pale, didn’t need to feign illness; he covered his mouth, coughed a few times, his lips reddening slightly, and spoke in a voice lacking strength, almost flippant: “Somehow, I get the feeling it’s you who’s dead set on bringing down the Lu Family.”
“Brother Zhi!”
Rarely, the old lady was furious.
Jiang Zhi chuckled: “Grandma, what’s got you so upset?”
It was like someone had touched a sore spot, resulting in angry embarrassment.
Old Lady Jiang, aware she had lost her composure, narrowed her eyes, concealing the emotions within: “Don’t ask so much, just know that the Lu Family and our Jiang Family are sworn enemies; aside from business matters, you should avoid any personal interactions with those surnamed Lu.”
Jiang Zhi, indifferent to the matter, hummed in agreement.
At that moment, someone from the hospital pharmacy came by, and Old Lady Jiang took the opportunity to leave.
Once she was far enough away, Zhou Xufang came out of the sickroom.
“Jiang Zhi.” She closed the door of the sickroom.
“Did you hear?”
“Yes.” Zhou Xufang felt, “Your grandmother seems to really despise the Lu Family.”
“She does despise them.” Jiang Zhi casually added, “I heard that when my grandma was young, Old Lady Lu stole a man from her.”
Zhou Xufang: “…”
It was more than just a man being stolen.
After the death of Jiang Zhi’s mother, all her belongings were disposed of by Old Lady Jiang, except for one painting he’d acquired from someone else; it was left by his mother. The inscription on it wasn’t written by her but by someone with the courtesy name Zhaowen.
Jiang Zhi heard from Jiang Wei’er that his mother used to be the sweetheart of Second Young Master Lu, Lu Jingyuan.
