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.”

to a bar, found everything novel. He pushed through the crowd, glancing

wasn’t

some rich and influential young master from the capital,

behind the bar, displaying prestigious alcohols, was testament enough to the fact that the owner was no ordinary

the bar, and Yan Cong pulled two stools together, gesturing for

“Two drinks, please.”

His family was essentially a sports dynasty, he had been trained in hockey from a young age, and his family was strict

“What would you

Cong couldn’t be bothered with choosing specific drinks: “One

mix something randomly. He first took a polite observation of both patrons, trying to get a

throat, and the other was a mild and sweet drink upon entry. The sweet drink was not intoxicating, and the tiny bubbles bubbling up from the bottom of the glass stirred the

took a sip and said

The bartender smiled.

the crowded dance floor; she dared not confirm it at first but then took a closer

Dr. Jhiang.” Still

good

once again

famous artist. After noticing Changling, Dr. Jhiang Youyou, who usually dressed conservatively, calmly wiped off the smeared lipstick from her kiss and, through the car window glass, communicated with her lips,

of this, Dr. Jhiang Youyou would offer Changling a ride whenever they ran into each

greet them. Instead, she finished dancing through the climax of the music before pushing away the male dance partner who was very close to her. While catching her breath, she

seat to sit down. Her skirt was too short, drawing countless male gazes to

sincerely complimented, “You dance really well, the best.” Moving more

Jhiang Youyou tossed her curly hair

Changling’s face. It was Yan Cong. He positioned himself between them, eyes full of distrust, like a hen protecting her chicks, “Don’t lead

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

with Yan Cong. Her mentor was

won’t be a bad influence on the innocent nurse any

suddenly dimmed. A few seconds later, an orange

Changling subconsciously squinted her eyes and saw fleeting double images

she reached under her glasses and rubbed her

evening, I am Xie

music began. It was very loud and raucous music, dynamic, rebellious, urging one’s heartbeat