He is Lovestruck in the Revenge by Gu Nanxi

Chapter 28 - 28 027 Xie Shang fell under Wen Changlings spell

Chapter 28: 027: Xie Shang fell under Wen Changling’s spell Chapter 28: 027: Xie Shang fell under Wen Changling’s spell “Your eyes are very beautiful.”

Wen Changling responded with a thank you, thanking him for the compliment and also for his eye drops.

The next day, Wen Changling worked the night shift. The entire department was very quiet at night, not too busy.

“Head nurse.”

Tu Qizhen answered, putting aside what she was doing.

Wen Changling approached, “About yesterday—”

“I’ve already heard about it.”

It must have been Madam Qi who complained. Wen Changling was just about to express her apology.

Tu Qizhen asked her, “How long did you talk with that mother and son yesterday?”

“About fifteen minutes.”

“You’re really patient. This morning when I got a call from Madam Qi, I couldn’t listen for three minutes without getting fired up.” Tu Qizhen gestured to her forehead to indicate her anger, “I don’t know where Madam Qi gets her sense of superiority from, as if all the women in the world put together aren’t worthy of her precious son Junjun. She speaks without any decorum and still has the audacity to come and complain. It’s my fault, I trusted my classmate’s nonsense and thought he really was some outstanding young talent and elite lawyer.” After venting, she asked Wen Changling, “You didn’t suffer any loss, did you?”

Wen Changling shook her head: “No loss.”

“That’s good then. No matter what that mother and son said, hurry up and reset to zero, forget all about it.” One wouldn’t need to think too hard to know that nothing good could come from Madam Qi’s mouth, Tu Qizhen felt very remorseful, “Next time I’ll introduce you to a real young talent, and I won’t let you suffer any loss, I’ll vet them myself.”

Tu Qizhen wanted to find someone really good for Wen Changling, someone with not only a good family background but also good character.

“I’m not in a hurry to date,” Wen Changling said shyly, “I want to take my time choosing.”

Tu Qizhen proceeded to ask along those lines, “So, what type do you like?”

Wen Changling thought about it: “Someone well-behaved.”

And not just that—

“Very well-behaved.”

in personality, considering how agreeable Wen Changling was. She

shift, Wen Changling took two days off. On Friday noon, Jiahui called

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get-together was organized by Gu Yihuan, a half-competent bar singer with a big addiction to singing. He would

show up once or twice out

he favored love songs, the sappier the better for him, howling and wailing as if his

mind. When he was younger, his obsession with physics made him uncommunicative, leading people to think he was autistic. Elder Master Guan, wanting to change his temperament, specially sent him to the Flower Chamber Hall’s Gu Family. The Guan Family was related to the Gu Family by marriage, and Gu Yihuan had been hyperactive since he was a child. Elder Master Guan thought that the combination of one quiet and one active child could complement each other. But after more than a decade, the quiet one was still too quiet and the active one too active; their magnetic fields never

got along

and had been in that state for quite a while. He Dongzhou had known him for more than a

you thinking

Wen Changling.

had long burned into ash, but Xie Shang only now pressed it into the ashtray. He was thinking about Wen Changling, about how she had

head bowed, staring quietly at the ground, immobile, like a piece

passed by there: “What are you looking

look up: “The ants

looking for a new home. Many ants, in groups aligned in a

for the column of ants, her head hanging low

had

mother and younger brother were

of his own nature; he wasn’t very compassionate, seeking revenge aggressively and with interest. Yet, such an ordinary remark

crawling slowly and with difficulty was rather like Wen Changling, like her when she

was a rose next to the wine glass, not fresh anymore, with petals listlessly curling in on

does everything

seeing

Shang had just picked up the rose when someone came knocking on the door of the private room, without any

twist would open it, and the

“Xie Shang.”

his eyelids, looked toward the door without speaking, his fingertips caressing the thorns on the rose, his touch light, carrying a prickling

the thorns of the

stopped, and except for Guan Sixing, the few people

from the VIP ward

she spoke, “I was playing a dare game with my colleague, can you come with me to our