He is Lovestruck in the Revenge by Gu Nanxi

Chapter 18 - 18 017 Fairy Stick lights up a cigarette

Chapter 18: 017: Fairy Stick lights up a cigarette Chapter 18: 017: Fairy Stick lights up a cigarette At the DJ booth, he hadn’t even taken off his formal attire; he had only loosened his tie.

He might have been “grabbed” to perform on the spot, but he was certainly not there just to fill the numbers. He was professional, his actions were swift and clean, full of tension, yet not merely of a sexual nature. He exuded an almost sacred inviolability.

But the more he seemed this way, the more it seemed to ignite others’ desire.

It turned out Mr. Xie not only could play the zither, but also spin the decks. Wen Changling thought distractedly, “How can there be someone like him, so passionate and wild, yet as calm as a cup of tea.”

The atmosphere reached a boiling point, with cheers and screams so loud that they rang in one’s ears. Wen Changling didn’t like noise, but strangely, she didn’t feel uncomfortable; instead, she felt exhilarated, the kind of exhilaration that comes after indulgence and deep breaths.

As the music approached its crescendo, Wen Changling saw Jhiang Youyou covering her mouth and rushing out.

“Wait here for me, I’m going to check on Dr. Jhiang.”

Wen Changling hurried after her.

Yan Cong couldn’t hold his liquor, and feeling very dizzy, simply lied down. He heard that sleazy men in bars like to slip various things into the drinks of pretty girls.

He encircled his arms and held Wen Changling’s cup tightly within them, then stared unwaveringly in the direction of the door, waiting for Wen Changling to return.

Some girls came over to chat and asked if they could have a drink together.

Yan Cong ignored them, not possessing a shred of patience for social niceties.

The girl laughed and took a seat anyway—

He immediately pulled the chair away with the reflexes of a professional athlete, “Scram, this seat is taken,” his expression fiercely stern.

“…”

She was so speechless.

girl walked away,

Changling found Jhiang Youyou near the bar entrance, squatting beside a curb, throwing

a bottle of

“Are you okay?”

Youyou was still vomiting, probably having drunk

unscrewed the cap and handed her the

and gulped down

from her bag, it contained tissues. She folded them neatly and handed them to Jhiang Youyou, “Where’s

“We broke up.”

guy she was

to care, “Just a temporary dance partner, not someone I

“Oh.”

felt that she lacked understanding in this

company. Wen Changling had a strange intuition, feeling that Jhiang Youyou was lonely, unhappy, even though she

until laughter

a bit, and my phone is blowing up, everyone

it belonged to the youngest grandson

bar for a simple reason: he harbored a dream of being a singer, yet no club in the entire capital was willing to let him perform, criticizing his singing as terrible. Out of spite, he opened his own bar to prove

emergency and couldn’t perform, so Xie Shang was pushed up as a last-minute replacement. He hadn’t systematically learned DJing, just casually

men and a woman. They were the bar’s band, the woman was

performance, and she borrowed Gu Yihuan’s lighter to play with

the first

bassist

lead singer finally looked towards Xie

“I won’t go.”

head down,

Changling’s phone rang; it was a message

you at

Wen Changling: [Yes]

had paid for it, covering both their costs. Xie Shang then asked for her number and sent a friend request at noon, which Wen Changling accepted