He is Lovestruck in the Revenge by Gu Nanxi

Chapter 19 - 19 018 Mosquito Bite and Broken Heart Grass

Chapter 19: 018: Mosquito Bite and Broken Heart Grass Chapter 19: 018: Mosquito Bite and Broken Heart Grass After lighting his cigarette, Xie Shang looked up, and amidst the swirling smoke, his gaze collided with that of Wen Changling, who was outside the alley.

Wen Changling withdrew her gaze first, pretending not to have seen, and supported Jhiang Youyou as they headed to the side of the road to wait for a car.

Jhiang Youyou had mostly sobered up: “Do you know that group of people?”

“I know one of them.”

Gu Yihuan doesn’t count, as Wen Changling had never directly encountered him at the Gu Family’s.

Jhiang Youyou guessed casually: “Xie Shang?”

Wen Changling immediately looked towards Jhiang Youyou.

“Do you also know him?”

Jhiang Youyou said, “A friend of my friend reached the age for marriage, and her family was pressuring her to wed. She slit her wrists in protest, declaring she would marry no one but Xie Shang. Left with no choice, her parents shamelessly approached the Xie Family to propose. Xie Shang didn’t show up and just had someone send a floral basket to the hospital.”

“Did he let her down then?”

“No, he doesn’t even remember her name.”

Wen Changling’s initial reaction was incomprehension, but then, after thinking it over, it didn’t seem so strange after all; that person was Xie Shang, after all, the very Xie Shang whom even the vicious dog Little Black would wag its tail at upon seeing.

Jhiang Youyou, affecting a tone like that of a playboy, called Wen Changling “sister” to bring her thoughts back to the present, and earnestly told her, “Such people are dangerous.”

Yes.

Xie Shang was very dangerous; Wen Changling had already realized this at Lileitu.

Jhiang Youyou must be part of Xie Shang’s circle, or if not, at least someone who could have contact with the same circle. Wen Changling saw Jhiang Youyou into her car and even took note of the license plate number, then returned to look for Yan Cong.

The green taxi carrying Jhiang Youyou had already driven past the traffic light intersection and turned left at the junction.

At the entrance of the alley stood a man, staring in the direction of the intersection.

“Sixing, over here.”

was calling

remained

Yihuan approached and peered in the same direction: “What

“Nothing.”

his hand, he carried a canvas bag, emblazoned with: The

punk outfit, Guan Sixing was dressed in a neat white shirt and black pants, and the glasses he wore were frameless squares. In this restless age, few people possessed such a

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eleven o’clock, and Granny Zhu hadn’t gone to bed yet, claiming that Huahua

if admiring the moon. Huahua was very sensible; on normal days, whenever she approached the Hooked Cymbidium at the back of the yard, Wen Changling would promptly

the vine-covered wall. Wen Changling brought a ladder, positioned it carefully, and cautiously climbed up. When she was at a height where she could reach, she lay halfway

“Wen Changling.”

next door had

Changling wondered if she should explain

“What are you doing?”

She really wasn’t being

leaped forward and jumped into Xie Shang’s

Wen Changling: “…”

So annoying.

embarrassment leisurely from beneath the wall, “Go through the front

“Oh.”

ladder and dragged her feet as she

nothing to do but didn’t go to help; instead, he just watched Wen Changling with her head down, clumsily chasing around the yard after

many flowers and plants she did not recognize, all looking

profusely,

Xie Shang deigned to speak, “Stop looking, it won’t get

and dusted the leaves off her pants, turned to look at Xie Shang, and took back the foot she had stepped

“Xie Shang.”

He grunted in acknowledgment.

in the light, she asked, “Did you get

turned his face away,

was very, very