The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie

She first went to room 304 of Fusheng Inn. After all, it was a place of pleasure. Her hearing was very good; the music, singing, and dancing were especially noisy, aside from the drunken laughter and the giggles, there were also the cries and struggles of men and women.

"Listen early, and you wouldn't have to suffer so much." The man's tone was frivolous.

"I'm going to sue you all, I'm going to sue you all!"

The woman was hysterical.

The men, however, were all laughing.

One was arrogant: "Go ahead, go sue."

One mocked: "I'd like to see how this bitch remains chaste."

"Get away!"

"All of you get away! Don't touch me! Don't touch me!"

The woman cried bitterly, desperate, resentful, unwilling, and reluctant.

Oh, she was being forced.

The mask was soaked with rain. Zhou Xufang took off the mask, threw it into the trash can, wiped her face with the back of her hand, then walked to the door of 304, grasping the doorknob, and gave it a gentle twist.

"Click!"

The door opened. Inside, it was smoky and smelled of alcohol. The woman's clothes were disheveled, pressed to the ground by two men, while another man straddled her. He was middle-aged, slightly obese, and wore frameless glasses. His belt was loose, and his pants were stained with white filth. His business was interrupted, and he glared with rage: "Who let you open the door?"

Zhou Xufang kicked the door all the way open: "Delivery."

Occasional passersby strolled the corridor, so the man had to climb off the woman, grabbed a coat to cover the mess on his pants, his face extremely sullen: "We didn't order any food, get lost."

The woman on the ground took this chance to get up, someone grabbed her, she frantically pushed them away, biting, and took the opportunity to run.

The man panicked: "Quick! Go catch her."

Zhou Xufang at the door was knocked aside.

The woman, covered in wounds, stumbled and ran slowly, two people chasing after her. Passersby only glanced at her a few more times, leaving their sights behind, but not their footsteps.

Why would they turn a blind eye? Had they seen it so often? Zhou Xufang couldn't understand. She turned sideways, avoiding the surveillance, plucking a button from her clothes, pinched it between her thumb and index finger, and flicked it gently.

One of the chasing men cried out, his calf went numb, dragging the man in front down. By this time, the woman had already run out of Fusheng Inn.

Zhou Xufang put on the hood of her raincoat and continued her delivery.

Behind her, the man was swearing.

"Didn't I tell you to lock the door?"

"I did lock it."

A click sound, the entire lock fell off.

"Why is the lock broken?"

"The woman took it off?"

"Damn, what nonsense are you saying? How could she have the strength to twist the lock off?"

"Then why did it break?"

"Enough." The man was impatient, "Go inform Manager Chen."

Half a moment later, Manager Chen received the news.

Manager Chen of Fusheng Inn, in her forties, was a slightly plump yet still charming woman, dressed in a light purple cheongsam, her every step was graceful.

"Secretary Han."

"Manager Chen." The speaker was dressed in a suit, looking refined.

Manager Chen approached and asked: "Is Younger Luo inside?"

"Yes."

Among the Luo Family of merchants in the Imperial City, there was only one person called Younger Luo.

Manager Chen pushed the door open and entered.

The room was dimly lit. A woman lay sideways on a wooden chair, smoking, with thin lips and single eyelids, a rather indifferent appearance. A cigarette was held between her fingers, through the white haze, a faint smile hung at the corner of her mouth.

Luo Family's eldest granddaughter, Luo Qinghe. Besides the old master, the entire Luo Family had her holding the most power. Her brows and eyes were sharp with the shrewdness and toughness of a seasoned business person.

With flaming red lips, she exhaled a thin stream of smoke: "Has the contract been signed?"

Manager Chen stepped forward, "Signed."

"And that newcomer? Is she obedient?"

"Not very obedient." Manager Chen laughed. "Said she wanted to sue us."

"Is that so?" She flicked the ash, dragging her tone, "Handle it according to the old rules."

"Understood."

Finishing the cigarette, Luo Qinghe stood up, straightened her professional suit, drained the glass of whiskey, and stepped out of the room in high heels.

She opened the door, seeing a familiar face.

"Jiang Zhi."

The other side glanced sideways, looked at her, and ignored her.

Luo Qinghe folded her arms, leaning against the door frame, smiling: "Why don't you respond?"

Her features were plain, but once she smiled, her aura emerged, full of arrogance.

Jiang Zhi did not respond.

Xue Baoyi stopped his steps, teasing: "Miss Luo really doesn't know her place. If our Brother Zhi doesn't respond, it means he doesn't want to. Asking like this is just slapping your own face, isn't it?"

This was indeed hurtful.

Luo Qinghe wasn't angry, her eyes unabashedly lingering on Jiang Zhi: "Young Master is being protective."

Xue Baoyi lazily lifted a foot, blocking Luo Qinghe's sight: "What do you think?"

She smirked, half-joking, her eyes brimming with confidence and dominance: "Rumors are indeed true. Your harem of three thousand is a sham. Jiang Zhi is your true heart."

She dared to say this.

Xue Baoyi's face flushed with anger: "You—"

Ahead, Jiang Zhi urged: "What are you wasting words with her for." He slowed his pace, his eartips dyed red, and his suppressed coughs intermittent.

Xue Bingxue soothed him.

Xue Baoyi snorted, rolling his eyes, and followed Jiang Zhi.

A left turn into a long corridor.

Xue Baoyi asked Jiang Zhi: "Did you have some old grudge with the Luo Family before? Why do you hate them so much?" Anyway, in his memory, Jiang Zhi never gave the Luo Family a good face.

"You talk too much." Jiang Zhi walked faster, "Don't follow me, I'll return by myself."

After saying that, he left the Xue uncle and nephew behind and walked away alone.

Ah Wan followed with a chicken in her arms.

Xue Baoyi scratched his head: "Why did he get angry?"

Xue Bingxue's hair was soft, cut short, and under the light, the shadows between the hair were fine and scattered, looking very gentle and harmless: "Did you forget?"

"Huh?"

Xue Baoyi was puzzled.

Xue Bingxue checked the surroundings, finding no one, then said: "Jiang Zhi's first love was the adopted child of the Luo Family."

Xue Baoyi knew a bit of this story too. He just couldn't understand: "It's been so many years, why still remember? They only met a few times. Besides, the adopted child of the Luo Family wasn't great, couldn't even speak."

It was heard that he had intelligence issues as well.

It was also strange. The Luo Family did not have a male heir in this generation. Adoption was appropriate, but why adopt a child who was both mute and had mental issues?

But oddly enough, it was that mute and mentally challenged child that Jiang Zhi remembered for so many years.

Xue Bingxue, with a serious baby face, said: "Don't ever say that in front of Jiang Zhi."

He wouldn't dare. The Luo Family's adopted child was rarely mentioned among the brothers.

"Who would say that, am I stupid?"

Xue Baoyi didn't want to mention this anymore, sighing: "Ah, what is love in this world?" Sighing, he dialed a phone number, "Come to Fusheng Inn, Mr. is lonely."

On the other end, a woman coyly responded.

Xue Bingxue was stunned by this bold move: "You—" He was furious, unable to curse, staring at Xue Baoyi for a while, forcing out four words, "Shameless!"

The shameless Xue Baoyi hooked his arm around his uncle's neck: "Uncle, let your nephew enlighten you."

Xue Bingxue, with a stern baby face, pushed away that scoundrel, and directly called: "Second brother, manage your son. He is messing around with men and women, what kind of behavior is this!"

The indiscriminate Xue Baoyi: "..."

This innocent fool!