He is Lovestruck in the Revenge by Gu Nanxi

Chapter 53 - 53 052 Xie Shang Takes Action Zeng Zhilis Time of Death

Chapter 53: 052: Xie Shang Takes Action, Zeng Zhili’s Time of Death (Two Chapters Combined) Chapter 53: 052: Xie Shang Takes Action, Zeng Zhili’s Time of Death (Two Chapters Combined) His friend sat down with him for a drink, “Isn’t she your lover? You look at her differently.”

Of course, differently.

“She’s an enemy.”

A passing car suddenly honked its horn.

Too close for comfort, Wen Changling adjusted the hearing aid in his left ear, uncomfortable with the noise.

“You seem to like Lileitu a lot.”

Xie Shang looked at her, “My uncle’s ashes were scattered over Mingmang Snow Mountain.”

That’s why Xie Shang went to Lileitu every year.

At that moment, three cars drove into the alley one after another and parked near the pawnshop. Even Wen Changling, who didn’t pay much attention to cars, recognized the emblem on the cars, and he had seen the person who got out of the front car on television.

Last week, a major event took place. The Ship King of Crane Port suddenly fell ill, and his four sons took their inheritance dispute to court. The man who had come to see Boss Xie was the eldest son of the Ship King, Rong Jingtu.

Business was about to pick up at Ruyi Pawnshop, so Wen Changling went home.

The next day, while Wen Changling was on duty, the waiting room was broadcasting news about Crane Port. She listened for a few moments as she passed by. The will of the Ship King had been made public, and the eldest son inherited the ship and gambling businesses of the Rong Family, while the other three sons inherited the hotel, logistics, and aviation businesses respectively.

Even Wen Changling knew the most valuable asset of the Rong Family was the ship business; otherwise, there wouldn’t be a title like the Ship King. Overnight, the inheritance dispute that rocked Crane Port came to a close, and Ruyi Pawnshop was much more mysterious than she had imagined.

As night fell, the deep alley without street lights was pitch-black. Several beams from flashlights shone on the walls, casting shadows from obstacles onto them.

Four standing figures, one lying down, curled up on the ground.

This secluded place only echoed with the sounds of fists and feet striking flesh and the desperate cries for mercy.

“Stop hitting!”

“Stop hitting!”

“I will pay the money back, I swear I will!”

The man curled up on the ground covered his head with his arms, his body bent like a worm, constantly promising.

The man leaning against the wall smoking was the leader of this group. Clenching a cigarette between his teeth, his dark red tattoos started at his neck and crawled across his entire lower jaw.

He was called Brother Xiang, as everyone in the underground gambling scene did. Nobody knew his real name.

Brother Xiang lifted his hand, and his men stopped. He walked over and stepped on Zeng Zhili’s back, asking, “When will you pay back?”

Zeng Zhili, mouth full of blood, spoke unclearly, “Next time, I’ll definitely pay back next time.”

Brother Xiang pinched Zeng Zhili’s mouth haphazardly and stuffed the lit cigarette end into it. He whimpered and rolled his eyes in agony.

After the lesson was sufficiently delivered, Brother Xiang let go, disgustedly wiping the blood from his hand onto Zeng Zhili’s face. Zeng Zhili immediately spat out the cigarette, half of his face numb and drooling with blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

“When will you pay? Give me a date.”

Zeng Zhili didn’t dare to be vague anymore, “Next, next week.”

“If I don’t see the money next week,” Brother Xiang kicked his left arm, “this arm will serve as payment.”

Two days later.

on street corners

that tenant at Old Lady

herself, and not many knew her

who collects bodies

lowered her voice, creating an air of mystery, “I heard she

replied in shock, “Cast

“Cast a spell.”

let out a laugh, almost waking the grandchild in their arms. They gently patted the child to calm him, “That’s

relative said so, claiming their family suffered retribution because she cast spells

collected bodies at the mortuary, had a distant cousin. Poor guy, he came from his hometown to work and got his wallet stolen on the way. With no money for a hotel, he was forced to sleep under the Sky Bridge. And now, he got beaten up by a gang

night, that bruised and swollen distant cousin was on this street corner, waiting for his cousin to see if he could borrow some money to go back home. Kind-hearted Auntie

breakfast from the

at the mortuary?”

locals, who spent most of their lives in this small neighborhood, were

“Really?”

question? Her brother died

“When did this happen?”

been years

“…”

the details

rumors work—each person adds their own artistic embellishments when recounting

evening, the story told at the street-side raw egg stall

at Granny Zhu’s place is so quiet. I heard her brother

be executed by firing squad, he must have committed some

her mother couldn’t cope, she

“My God!”

and aunties

Suddenly, a shout came—

“Hey!”

her days at home painting—the one in slippers, angrily standing with hands on her hips, “How much does spreading rumors cost per pound? Are you all

looking like she was about to hit

the exact words from the relatives of Old Lady Zhu’s

and they didn’t want to gossip about the chaos in their own homes, so they were keen on discussing the strange

just say that Boss Xie was kept by a wealthy woman?

leg to stand on and exchanged glances, falling silent. After all, gossiping about others behind their backs wasn’t

go home and find a wife for your grown son or push for grandchildren.

Liu, who still hadn’t found a wife at the age of thirty-six,

daughter-in-law stubbornly

Sister Zhang, who was in her forties or fifties and had an accidental pregnancy,

secrets on Lotus Pond

was also part of the street’s gossip

wore faces of different

corner, “Don’t listen to their nonsense.

her drawing a scene where the main characters kissed, now everyone on Lotus Pond Street thought

said

up your haircut before, so speaking up for you is the least I could do.” She broke the big twist of fried dough in half,

Changling took it,

Changling was a good

ignored by everyone, and she had periods where she just let her art slide and didn’t update. Once, while she was in a rice noodle restaurant, Wen Changling, whom she never spoke to before, came over and

Xining would remember those words for