The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie-Chapter 184 - : 184: The Romance of the Young Textile Couple (Second Update)

Chapter 184: 184: The Romance of the Young Textile Couple (Second Update)

That year’s blazing summer was filled with the incessant noise of cicadas.

Luo Yinghe was not fond of studying. Whenever she took out her books and homework, she would start dozing off, and sure enough, within ten minutes, she had fallen asleep.

When she awoke, the sun had already set. While gathering her books, she found that someone had written an answer to the question she couldn’t solve.

Instantly, she flew into a rage and marched over to the flower trellis, pushing Luo San: “Who gave you permission to touch my homework?”

In that flower pavilion, it was just the two of them, so besides Little Mute, it couldn’t have been anyone else.

There was a loud clang.

The watering can Luo San was holding fell to the ground; the lid rolled away, and water splashed onto Luo Yinghe’s skirt.

This completely set off Luo Yinghe’s temper. She grabbed the ill-fitting old dress on her, dragged her over to the table. “You imbecile, can you even understand this?”

The girl was two years younger than Luo Yinghe, and due to chronic malnutrition, she was both thin and short. Luo Yinghe was much taller, easily pinning her down on the table.

“Did you write this?”

Pointing to the math problem, Luo Yinghe threw a tantrum: “Who taught you to write?” The sixteen-year-old girl was all claws and teeth, not holding back at all, “Speak up, who taught you how to write?”

Pinned to the table, she did not struggle, nor did she show any expression. Her gaze was numb and empty.

Seeing this dull expression on her face infuriated Luo Yinghe. She grabbed a book, deliberately hitting her with the hard part, all the while cursing: “I’m talking to you!”

“Now not only are you mute, but you’ve also gone deaf, haven’t you!”

“I told you to mess with my things! You don’t know what’s good for you!”

Luo Yinghe, still fuming, threw down the book and pushed her to the ground.

At that time, Luo San had not yet turned fourteen, frail and skinny. She was pushed quite a distance away, shoulder slamming against the flower trellis. Her hand went numb for a moment, and a piece of candy dropped out.

The pink candy wrapper was pretty and eye-catching.

Luo Yinghe immediately recognized it, walked over swiftly, and grabbed her hand. “You even stole my candy! Being foolish is one thing, but now you are also a thief.”

Her grip was tight.

There’s still more in her hand.

Luo Yinghe pried open her fingers: “Let go!” Now she had strength, surprisingly unable to pry her hand open. Luo Yinghe kicked her: “Let go!”

She wouldn’t let go, showing no signs of pain, not even frowning when beaten.

The more obstinate she was, the more Luo Yinghe disliked her: “Humph, I would rather give it to a dog than you!”

Unable to wrestle it from her, Luo Yinghe went to the trellis behind them, snapping off several roses, wrapping them in paper, then raising her hand to whip them across the person’s back.

Before the flower stems had fallen, Luo Yinghe’s hand was caught.

She irritably looked up, then paused for a second: “Jiang, Jiang Zhi.”

At that time, Jiang Zhi was a sixteen-year-old boy, tall and handsome. Every time Luo Yinghe saw him, she blushed.

Jiang Zhi usually never looked straight at her, but this time, his usually laid-back eyes were intently fixed on her, arrogance and defiance in his gaze, not attempting to hide his hostility.

He snatched away the roses and slapped them across her face.

Luo Yinghe screamed, covering her face, the thorns cutting her skin, pain making her gasp for air.

“If I catch you hitting her again, I will beat you half to death,” the boy said coldly, throwing the flowers to the ground. “I, Jiang Zhi, keep my word. You can try me.”

Luo Yinghe often heard her mother mention what kind of temper the young master of the Jiang Family had, with the most repeated advice being to keep her distance and not to provoke him.

The Luo Family was affluent, but it could not compare to the Jiang Family, which was at the pinnacle of the Imperial City’s hierarchy, with Jiang Zhi being the most pampered young master of the Jiang Family.

Everyone wanted to get on good terms with Jiang Zhi, but he only ever cared for the Luo Family’s mute.

Luo Yinghe kept her head down without talking back, her hands clenched tightly at her sides.

“Come with me.”

Oh.

Luo San obediently followed the young man out.

Once out of the pavilion, he turned and scolded her: “Are you an idiot?”

She nodded blankly.

Yes, everyone said she was a little fool.

She was still nodding, and it was driving him insane, scolding her in frustration: “Who said you’re an idiot!” He snorted as if he couldn’t vent his anger, grumbling irritably, “Right, you’re an idiot, not knowing how to fight back when hit. You’re a boy, can’t you even beat a girl?”

She wanted to tell him that she had fought back before, and then was beaten much harder.

She remained silent, only gazing at him with bright eyes.

The boy was still in a temper, frowning handsomely: “You’re like a fool, just standing there taking hits.” His scolding grew fiercer: “Can’t you even run away? Are you even—”

She stretched out her hand, palm open, holding a piece of candy.

It wasn’t stolen; she had picked it up from the ground. It was clean; she had wiped it off, wanting to give it to him.

She thought he would be pleased, but he seemed even angrier, glaring at her with beautiful eyes: “You’re really a fucking idiot!”

After scolding her, he walked away.

She stood there, foolishly, not understanding what had made him angry.

Then, not long after, he ran back, breathing hard after only a few steps because of his poor health, and he took the candy from her hand.

During the sunset, the afterglow was a deep red color.

The handsome boy’s forehead was sweaty, his face and the area around his eyes red.

He said, “Luo San, come to the Jiang Family with me.”

He said, “Come to my house, and I’ll support you with my pocket money.”

At that time, he too was a child, not yet grown up, but he earnestly promised her: “This type of candy, I can buy you a whole room’s worth.”

Luo San smiled, foolishly joyful, eyes reddening, nodding vigorously.

Good.

She wanted to go to the Jiang Family, not because the Jiang Family had candy, but because the Jiang Family had Jiang Zhi.

That evening, Jiang Zhi spoke with Old Lady Jiang: “I want to bring Luo San to stay with the Jiang Family.”

Old Lady Jiang was enjoying the cool in the courtyard, fanning herself with a palm-leaf fan: “To stay for a few days?”

The young boy stood under the tree, surrounded by fireflies, and said, “To keep for good.”

Still too young and capricious.

Old Lady Jiang dismissed the idea decisively, “No.”

His beautiful eyes immediately darkened, and his face fell, “Why not?”

“We, the Jiang Family, do not need to adopt a child.”

He was annoyed, “Who said anything about adoption?”

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Old Lady Jiang laughed, “Then what do you want to bring him here for?”

He did think about it, but couldn’t come up with a good excuse, so he simply said, “Can’t I just take care of him? Luo San was born so frail; he surely won’t eat much. He’s not picky about food, easy to care for.”

Old Lady Jiang rose from her rocking chair, speaking with a weighted seriousness, “Brother Zhi, you’re already sixteen years old. Keeping a boy in the house, people will gossip.”

He didn’t care about others, “I’ll use my own money to take care of Luo San. What’s it to them? I’d like to see who dares to wag their tongues.”

Hearing his stubbornness, Old Madam’s face tightened, and her tone became heavier, “They might not dare in your presence, but who knows what they’ll say behind your back?”

His tone was firm, unyielding, “Let them talk. I’ll take care of my own.”

Old Lady Jiang was furious, “Brother Zhi!”

“Grandma,” the youth softened his voice, usually spoiled and never having to beg so humbly before, “I’m asking you, please, let Luo San come to the Jiang Family, alright?”

It was the first time he had ever pleaded.

Old Madam was in a difficult position, “Even if I agree, the Luo Family won’t.”

His handsome face darkened, and despite his youth, his eyes betrayed a sternness and decisiveness beyond his years, “If they don’t agree, I’ll snatch him.”

What nonsense!

Is this something a sixteen-year-old child should do?!

Old Lady Jiang couldn’t allow him to act so recklessly, “Easier said than done. With his household register at the Luo Family, how will you snatch him without their consent?”

The youth remained unflappable, “I’ll just take him by force.”

“Ridiculous!”

Moonlight filtered through the silver pine tree, and the youth, who had been standing tall, suddenly knelt down.

He had grown to sixteen without ever kneeling to anyone, not even his ancestors, and now for the sake of a stranger, he bent his knees, “If you won’t let me act rashly, then I’m set on doing so. If you don’t help me bring Luo San over, I’ll just kneel here and not get up.”

He was doing it on purpose.

Old Madam always babied him, especially about his health, so he resorted to a hunger strike.

If this tactic didn’t work, he would be in trouble—he’d have to resort to disgraceful schemes, which he hoped to avoid for a peaceful resolution, not to mention it would spare that child from making enemies.

He was Old Lady Jiang’s grandson, raised by her hand, and she knew his mind well, letting go indifferently, “Then kneel if you must.”

He knelt for two hours.

Late into the night, Old Lady Jiang hadn’t gone to bed yet, planning to check on the boy when Jiang Chuan rushed in with an urgent message, “Old Madam, Young Master… he…” Jiang Chuan was drenched in sweat, “Young Master is vomiting blood.”

Old Lady Jiang panicked at the news, “What’s happening? Is Dr. Qin here? Has Dr. Qin arrived?”

It was during Jiang Zhi’s weakest period, he needed daily medication, and even the physician said to prepare for the worst. He might not live to twenty-five, let alone become an adult.

The diagnosis was the same eight words: Inborn deficiency, both the heart and lungs weak.

He was unconscious for a whole day with this illness.

When he awoke, it was dark, and Old Lady Jiang was by his bedside, “Brother Zhi.” Old Madam let out a sigh of relief, “It’s good that you’ve woken up, it’s good.”

The youth on the bed was languid, weak, still in a fever, cheeks flushed red, struggling to sit up, “I need to go pick up Luo San.”

Old Lady Jiang soothed him, “You need to recover first.”

He wouldn’t agree, trying to rise, “I need to get Luo San first.”

Old Madam, now with no option left, softened her heart and conceded, “Alright, alright, I’ll talk to the Luo Family.”

The frail youth finally relaxed, smiling.

Old Lady Jiang was at a loss, whether to laugh or cry, getting up, intending to make the trip to the Luo Family.

At the door, Jiang Chuan came running in, “Madam, Young Master,” he hesitated, glancing at the person on the bed, fumbling for words until finally, he said, “There’s been a tragedy at the Luo Family. A fire broke out in the flower shed, claiming two lives.”

The youth immediately asked, “Who’s gone?”

Jiang Chuan fell silent.

He shouted, “Who’s gone!”

“The adopted son of the Luo Family—”

Before he could finish, the person on the bed coughed, vomiting a mouthful of blood onto the covers, staining a large swath scarlet.

“Brother Zhi!” Seeing the blood, Old Lady Jiang cried out in alarm, “Quickly call for Dr. Qin!”

Jiang Chuan immediately ran to fetch the doctor.

“Cough, cough, cough…”

He continued to cough, covering his mouth, a few drops of blood seeping through his fingers, the other hand braced against the bed, veins pulsing subtly on the back of his hand.

Old Madam held him down, “Don’t move, lie down, the doctor will be here any moment.”

He wiped away the blood with the back of his hand, his pale lips stained red with blood, eyes red too, the hand bracing himself on the bed trembling, his facial expression terrifyingly calm, he spoke deliberately, “Let me go to the Luo Family.”

“It’s too late for that now.”

He didn’t care, staggering out of bed, his thin body wavering.

“Brother Zhi!”

The youth turned back, his eyes blending with the lamplight, and said, “If I don’t go, no one will collect Luo San’s body.”

In the attic.

Zhou Xufang looked up at Jiang Zhi, helpless, “Jiang Zhi, don’t cry, please.” She couldn’t bear to see him cry, couldn’t bear the tears misting his beautiful peach blossom eyes. She reached out, gently wiping his eyes, anxious and not knowing how to console him, she blurted out, “You don’t look good crying.”

In reality, he did look good—a beautiful person in tears is always sightly, but she couldn’t bear it.

Jiang Zhi’s eyes were so lovely, they weren’t meant to hold tears.

Yet he looked at her, saying nothing, his eyes reddening, and with a blink, tears clung to his lashes.

Zhou Xufang felt such heartache, she said, “If you’re not good-looking I won’t like you anymore.” Her expression was stern, as she playfully threatened him, “I only like you because you’re handsome.”

His lashes quivered but held steady, “Do you only like my face?”

Zhou Xufang replied, “Yes.”

Jiang Zhi, suddenly unable to continue crying, “…”