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.”

Yihuan was calling

remained

in the same direction: “What are you looking

“Nothing.”

Xie Shang’s group. In his hand, he carried a canvas bag, emblazoned with:

Gu Yihuan’s exaggerated 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

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and Granny Zhu hadn’t gone to bed yet,

that Huahua was perched atop the courtyard wall, tilting her head back as if admiring the moon. Huahua was very sensible; on normal days, whenever she

was at a

“Wen Changling.”

next door had

finished showering, his hair still damp. Wen Changling wondered if she should explain herself. Would

“What are you doing?”

She

suddenly leaped forward and jumped into Xie

Wen Changling: “…”

So annoying.

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

“Oh.”

the ladder and dragged her feet as she entered through the front door of

the chair next to him. He looked extremely relaxed with nothing to do but didn’t go

Xie Shang’s yard was filled with many flowers and plants she did not recognize, all looking quite extraordinary. While chasing,

profusely, close to shutting

to speak,

the leaves off her pants, turned to look at Xie Shang, and took

“Xie Shang.”

He grunted in acknowledgment.

and neck in the light, she asked,

face away,

was clear he was very, very irritated at