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.

walked away,

Youyou near the bar entrance, squatting

a bottle of water

“Are you okay?”

probably

the cap

took it and gulped down a

package from her bag, it contained tissues. She

“We broke up.”

was

seem to care, “Just a temporary

“Oh.”

that she lacked understanding

intuition, feeling that Jhiang Youyou was lonely, unhappy, even though she led a rich

ten minutes until laughter came from

and my phone is

Changling recognized the voice, it belonged to the youngest grandson of the

who opened his own 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 himself. In the end, it was proven that he shouldn’t perform too often, or else

Xie Shang was pushed up as a last-minute replacement. He hadn’t systematically learned DJing, just casually practiced

alley, including Xie Shang and Gu Yihuan, as well as two men and a woman. They were the bar’s band, the

in her hand, a prop left over from the performance, and she borrowed Gu

first

and bassist also

singer finally

“I won’t go.”

kept his head down, looking at his

it was a

you at the

Wen Changling: [Yes]

while having a three-fresh noodle breakfast together. Wen Changling 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 right before getting off work. After she