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.”

Qizhen. She had thought Wen Changling would like someone who was dominant in personality, considering how agreeable Wen Changling was. She hadn’t expected Wen Changling’s preferences to be so different from the demeanor

Changling took two days off. On Friday

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Gu Yihuan, a half-competent bar singer with a big addiction to singing. He would call people out every now and then

once or twice out of

raspy voice that wasn’t quite pitch-perfect, yet he favored love songs, the sappier the better for him, howling and wailing as if his heart was being

work on physics equations on his computer. Guan Sixing was a person who had only physics in 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

they got along well with Xie

for quite a while. He Dongzhou had known him for more than a decade and could tell with one glance

are you

Wen Changling.

it into the ashtray. He

squatting at the doorway, head bowed, staring quietly at the ground, immobile, like a

Shang passed by there: “What are you looking

didn’t look up: “The

about to rain, the ants were looking for a new home. Many ants, in

the column of ants, her head hanging low as if talking

Changling had no

mother and younger brother were no longer

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

ant crawling slowly and with difficulty was rather like Wen Changling, like her when she was lost, going in

rose next to the wine glass, not fresh anymore, with petals listlessly curling in on themselves, also like Wen Changling, like her listless self hugging

everything

seeing

someone came knocking on the door of the private room, without any rhythm, thumping away, and his mood reached an all-time high of

wasn’t locked, a twist would open it, and

“Xie Shang.”

Shang raised his eyelids, looked toward the door without speaking, his fingertips

thorns of the rose were like

Guan Sixing, the few people in

from the VIP

before she spoke, “I was playing a dare game with my colleague, can you come with me to our room?” Her target was Xie Shang, “Just