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.

street corners had a

tenant at Old

to herself, and not many knew her

one who collects bodies at

her voice, creating an air of mystery,

replied in shock,

“Cast a spell.”

patted the child to calm him,

so, claiming their family suffered retribution because

from Old Lady Zhu’s, who 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 of homeless fighting over territory, leaving him

to see if he could borrow some money to

few aunties coming out to buy breakfast from the bun shop were also talking about this

who collects bodies at the mortuary?” They had more sensational news, “Her brother

small neighborhood, were shocked to hear such

“Really?”

a question? Her brother died in

“When did this happen?”

have been years

“…”

spread, the details

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

the story told at the street-side

quiet. I heard her brother committed murder, got the death penalty, and was

firing squad, he must have committed some heinous

mother couldn’t

“My God!”

aunties

Suddenly, a shout came—

“Hey!”

Hair Salon family, who didn’t look for work and spent her days at home painting—the one in slippers, angrily standing with hands on her hips, “How much

a long twist of fried dough, looking like she was about to hit someone with

rumors; these were the exact words from the relatives of Old Lady

some excitement, and they didn’t want to gossip about the chaos in their own homes, so they

Xining snorted, “You haven’t spread rumors? Didn’t you just say that Boss Xie was kept by a wealthy woman? Forgot

falling silent. After all, gossiping about others behind their

and wasn’t afraid of these gossipy neighbors—everyone knew everyone else’s business, “If you’re really that idle, go home and find a wife for your grown son or push for grandchildren. If that doesn’t get anywhere, have a child yourselves,

found a wife at the

daughter-in-law stubbornly

was in her forties or fifties and had

on Lotus Pond

was also

each wore faces of different colors as

walked towards the corner, “Don’t listen to their nonsense. When I went to have

drawing a scene where the main characters kissed, now everyone on Lotus Pond Street thought she was involved in creating adult

said thanks,

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

took it,

Wen Changling

had been 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

remember those words for