He is Lovestruck in the Revenge by Gu Nanxi

Chapter 11 - 11 010 Ice Hockey Boy

Chapter 11: 010: Ice Hockey Boy Chapter 11: 010: Ice Hockey Boy The two criminals were not seriously injured, just a bit of bloodshed, and since both had a criminal record, they were already under criminal detention by the local police. Xie Shang was not restricted from leaving the country, and he changed his mind at the last minute and returned home with Wen Changling. He was still driving that SUV, still took that sparsely populated road, and still carried that hunting rifle. He was really bold, never learning his lesson, only teaching others a lesson.

Xie Shang was in first class, Wen Changling was in economy, and Xie Shang said goodbye to Wen Changling when they checked their tickets.

She also replied, “Goodbye.”

He waved his hand and went in first, taking the VIP channel.

The flight back to the Empire took thirteen hours, and by the time the plane landed, it was 00:08 Empire time.

Shortly after getting off the plane, Wen Changling received a phone call.

“Where are you?”

It was a very young voice.

“Getting my luggage.”

The other person said, “I’m waiting for you at the airport’s Exit 1.”

After collecting her suitcase, Wen Changling dragged it toward Exit 1. Along the way, three taxi drivers asked her if she needed a ride, but she politely declined and quickened her pace.

In front of Exit 1 was the roadway, and to the left of the pedestrian crossing were four stone bollards meant for blocking vehicles. Yan Cong was sitting on top of a bollard, dozing off, fighting the urge to sleep and occasionally forcing his heavy eyelids to stay open and look towards the exit.

Occasionally, a traveler would pass by, their gaze lingering on his face.

Wen Changling came out.

Yan Cong immediately stood up, waking from his drowsiness and jogging over.

He took her luggage, yawned with a heavy nasal voice, and complained, “Why’d you take such a late flight? I’m about to die of sleepiness.”

Just by his voice, he sounded like the most favored young master in a wealthy family, always pampered, hence a bit of a bad temper. But since he was good-looking—in a way that was appealing to both men and women, leaving no room for resistance—those small fits of temper were also forgiven.

He looked young, with a strong youthful air, and his skin was particularly pale, as if never exposed to sunlight. He was tall but very thin, which gave him a somewhat frail and sickly appearance, yet his eyebrows and eyes were flamboyant, carrying the defiant air that only impetuous youth possess.

“I said you didn’t have to come pick me up.”

Wen Changling tried to take back her suitcase to carry it herself.

his hand and walked around to the other side, his overly long legs taking small, reluctant steps to keep pace

you to take a cab alone this late.” He yawned again, truly sleepy, “Did you have

“Very smooth.”

dyed your hair,”

“Hmm.”

out a finger, and brushed the tips of Wen Changling’s hair, tickling her. After

in front, a black

and he also saw her. He simply nodded without approaching to greet, and then got

were

Yan Cong

return a day

an extra day for fun,” Wen Changling didn’t mention the incident with

took the luggage and put it in the trunk, and was about to help the passengers with the door when Yan Cong had

sat in the back, alongside Wen

“Going to work tomorrow?”

“Yes.”

tilted towards Wen Changling

out of annual

and took it for granted, “My face is still

there. Additionally, Dihong Hospital and Mingde Medical had a

he made it into

seek special treatment:

Yan Cong were close, and

“Let them talk.”

wanting to keep her distance

bit angry and turned his head away, no longer

About three minutes passed.

the net bag behind the co-driver’s seat, flipped over, sat up, reached over the seat to grab the box from the co-pilot’s side, and shoved it into Wen Changling’s

“Here.”

was a

Changling’s friend; they had met in the hospital. Two years ago, Yan Cong was undergoing chemotherapy at Dihong Hospital. At that time, he was only seventeen years old, a temperamental prodigy who would become furious at the smallest provocation. There wasn’t

would prepare sugar in advance. He couldn’t stand bitterness;

and turning, choosing a moment when

never cry,

did grab Wen Changling’s clothes, a little bit scared: “I’m not