He is Lovestruck in the Revenge by Gu Nanxi

Chapter 23 - 23 022 Senior perfumer Xie Shang

Chapter 23: 022: Senior perfumer Xie Shang Chapter 23: 022: Senior perfumer Xie Shang This room used to be Xie Qingze’s room, but now it’s been emptied, with only a memorial portrait left.

Xie Jingxian had one-fourth Western ancestry, his pupils had a golden-yellow color. In the generation of Xie Shang, only his pupils resembled Xie Jingxian to some degree.

“I knew you would come today,” Xie Jingxian, past his seventieth year, with gray hair, said in front of the memorial portrait, “You come every year on this day.”

Today was Xie Qingze’s birthday.

Xie Shang stepped forward, poured tea, lit incense, and bowed respectfully: “Grandfather, do you still remember how Uncle looked?”

Aside from this somewhat faded memorial portrait due to the passage of time, there were no other photos of Xie Qingze in the house, as he was not fond of taking pictures when he was alive.

“Ji Fu, one must look forward.”

That’s what Xie Jingxian advised, as did many others.

Xie Qingze had passed away seven years ago, and it seemed like only Xie Shang within the entire Xie Family had not let go, only he still remembered Wind Town of Flower City, and that girl from the Wen Family.

After leaving the room, Xie Shang did not linger and left straight away.

“Xie Shang,” Xie Liangjiang called out to him.

His mother, Madam Su, and grandmother, Madam Zhai, liked to call Xie Shang Xingxing, the old master called him Ji Fu, Aunt Wen and the driver Uncle Zhong called him Fourth Brother, his second uncle called him Xiao Shang, while Xie Liangjiang liked to call him by his full name.

If it weren’t for the fear of being cursed for being unfilial, Xie Shang would have liked to call Xie Liangjiang by his full name as well.

Actually, there wasn’t any deep hatred between father and son, it was just that they were incompatible in their magnetic fields, beliefs, and ways of handling things—in every possible way. Xie Shang used to be left-handed, and Xie Liangjiang insisted on him changing that. Fine, he switched to using his right hand, but then he couldn’t use chopsticks properly.

“You’re not so young anymore, it’s time to do some serious work,” said Xie Liangjiang, seated upright, his gaze looking up didn’t diminish his composure as a superior.

Xie Shang was sufficiently polite: “What do you mean?”

“Come to the law firm and help me.”

Running a pawnshop wasn’t serious, being a perfumer wasn’t serious, only the career of Xie Liangjiang was considered serious.

Xie Shang reminded him kindly, “Father, if I were to go to the law firm, you would have to retire.”

Xie Liangjiang fell silent.

Lin Sheng, and the small courtyard ran a tea house, also featuring variety acts, storytelling, tea tasting, and opera. Boss Lin was talented, and his business was booming. The small courtyard had five floors, with the second floor

second floor

had esteemed guests, so Manager Jing personally attended to them, leading the girl who played music the best in the store

a student of the music academy. She had good

a music player, not

tone of the girl showed her

she liked to put on a cold face, she had already

after all, not everyone understands your music.” Manager Jing laid it out like

Su looked displeased by the comment but did not

job—the pay from

there’s a VIP inside, be careful

entered from the right side of the screen, which was the rule of the tea room. The customers’

paying attention to the guests, and she hoped the guests wouldn’t pay attention to her. She had seen too many of

piece, some guests

keep you waiting,”

the other, the speaker was surnamed He, one of

two cups of tea, filling them up to seventy percent: “I arrived

hated waiting for people, so he would always arrive early for appointments but never

the initiative to introduce the person who came with him, “President Xie, this is Xiao Li, our company’s legal affairs officer. If there’s anything you’re dissatisfied with in the previous contract,

greeting to President Xie and placed the paper contract

the surface, then set it down, with half of the lid pressing on the documents.

skipped a

changing the

the spokesperson

“This…” Could it

be changed?” Xie Shang raised his

Director Ho said

you

Ho immediately

the teacup toward him, “This one is void. I will have someone send

probed,

“Or will you?”

a spring breeze, with no trace of harshness

was erratic, “No, no, of course it should be you, with your background in