He is Lovestruck in the Revenge by Gu Nanxi

Chapter 17 - 17 016 Its Little Star

Chapter 17: 016: It’s Little Star! Chapter 17: 016: It’s Little Star! Yan Cong watched her run off until she was out of sight, and did not leave himself; he stood waiting by the door, awaiting the exit of the two people inside.

“Wen Changling won’t hold a grudge, right?”

“So what if she holds a grudge?”

“What if she—”

The two pushed open the door and froze simultaneously.

The youth’s eyes were cold, and even though his face was pale, it did nothing to diminish his imposing air.

“Don’t talk about Wen Changling behind her back in the future.” His features were often praised for their delicacy, resembling a carefully adorned doll in a display window—if one could ignore his eyes, which were as ferocious as a wolf’s.

“I’ve stayed in your hospital for quite some time; you should have heard, I have a bad temper and I hit people.”

The two ladies looked dreadful.

Yan Cong didn’t even glance at them, taking a call and speaking as he walked away.

“I’ll be back later.”

“Going out to have fun?”

“What’s there to worry about? I’m with Changling.”

The call was from Yan Cong’s grandfather, Grandpa Yan, who was concerned about him and called frequently.

Yan Cong didn’t have a driver’s license, and Wen Changling hadn’t bought a car, so they took a taxi there. Since it was Yan Cong’s first time going to a bar, Wen Changling chose one that was highly rated for safety online.

The bar had a distinctive interior, it was a sunken design with the ceiling featuring irregular arched structures. The uneven micro-cement embedded with various ceiling lamps, combined with the exposed black trusses and the strikingly placed downlights and spotlights, brought the ambiance to its peak.

This bar was booming, and during this time it was at its peak occupancy, absolutely packed with customers.

“This place is buzzing; I like it.”

pushed through the crowd, glancing

wasn’t

was owned by some rich and influential young master from the capital, and no one

alcohols, was testament enough to

bar, and Yan Cong pulled two stools together, gesturing for Wen Changling to join him.

“Two drinks, please.”

never seen before and found intriguing. His family was essentially a sports dynasty, he had been trained in hockey from a young age, and

bartender asked, “What would you

bothered with choosing specific drinks: “One that gets you drunk, and one

a polite observation of both patrons, trying to get a sense of

upon entry. The sweet drink was not intoxicating, and the tiny bubbles

given to Wen Changling, who took a sip

The bartender smiled.

drink, Wen Changling saw a very familiar figure within the crowded dance floor; she dared not confirm it at first but then took

to be Dr. Jhiang.” Still somewhat

Cong had good eyesight: “It

once again shocked by

lot, when Wen Changling bumped into Dr. Jhiang Youyou kissing her new beau in the car, who happened to be a somewhat famous artist. After noticing Changling, Dr. Jhiang Youyou, who usually dressed conservatively, calmly

Dr. Jhiang Youyou would offer Changling a ride whenever they ran into each other waiting for

the climax of the music before pushing away the male dance partner who was very close to her. While catching her

an empty seat to sit down. Her skirt was too short, drawing countless male gazes to her beautiful long legs. “You two come to a club just to

dance really well, the best.” Moving more flexibly than a

tossed her curly hair suggestively and enthusiastically invited Changling, “Join

Changling’s face. It was Yan Cong. He positioned himself between

were too many taking the chance to cop a feel, and Yan Cong

with Yan Cong. Her mentor was Yan Cong’s chief surgeon. Moreover,

be a bad influence on the innocent nurse any longer: “You two take

lights suddenly dimmed. A few

dazzling. Changling subconsciously squinted her eyes and saw fleeting double images because of her glasses. Slowly, the double images overlaid each other, forming

was having hallucinations, so she reached under her glasses and

evening, I

rebellious, urging one’s heartbeat to quicken. If you listened closely, you could