He is Lovestruck in the Revenge by Gu Nanxi

Chapter 56 - 56 055 The romance fell through coaxing Xie Shang

Chapter 56: 055: The romance fell through, coaxing Xie Shang (second update) Chapter 56: 055: The romance fell through, coaxing Xie Shang (second update) After they started dating, things didn’t seem much different. Wen Changling wasn’t clingy, and Xie Shang had his own things to do. They rarely called each other, didn’t exchange good morning or good night messages, and there was no physical contact.

However, Xie Shang had gotten Wen Changling’s shift schedule, and these days they ate breakfast together. Xie Shang was always very sleepy in the morning, speaking lethargically and lacking energy, appearing as the most bullyable version of himself for the day.

Based on Wen Changling’s observations, the light next door would always be turned off early at night. Xie Shang probably didn’t stay up late, and roughly speaking, he might sleep for about ten hours a day. No wonder they say that beauty is something you sleep your way into.

Wen Changling was a considerate girlfriend who wouldn’t disturb her beauty’s sleep, “If you can’t make it up, we don’t need to eat together.”

The waitress had made a mistake with the side dish, adding beans to Xie Shang’s order.

He didn’t eat beans and didn’t ask the waitress to serve another dish, opting to pick them out himself. As beans kept slipping from his chopsticks, it completely woke him up, and his expression started to show irritation.

Wen Changling thought he hadn’t heard her, “If you can’t make it up–”

He put down his chopsticks and pushed the bowl towards Wen Changling, still showing the annoyance from the chopsticks incident, “I can’t pick them up.”

“…Oh.”

Wen Changling’s chopsticks were still unused, so she didn’t bother to change them, and started picking out the beans one by one for Xie Shang. It would be a pity to throw them away, so she just put them into her own bowl.

“I didn’t say I couldn’t make it up.”

Xie Shang was watching how Wen Changling handled her chopsticks.

Finally done, she said, “I’ll go get you a spoon.”

Xie Shang refused, “No need.”

Alright then.

She had never noticed before and had thought he was someone too refined for the common pleasures of life. It turned out he could also be stubborn and capricious, not good with chopsticks, yet reluctant to use a spoon.

“I have a cousin at home, four years old, and he eats with a spoon.”

Wen Changling showed confusion: so?

“I’m twenty-six.” When he was eight, Xie Liangjiang had required him to memorize the entire Criminal Law. He couldn’t be left-handed, his table manners had to be impeccable, otherwise, it was regarded as indecent and lacking discipline. Xie Shang was not afraid of being rebellious, he simply disliked showing weakness.

Wen Changling didn’t understand.

Actually, Wen Changling was overthinking it.

Xie Shang wouldn’t use chopsticks to pick up anything round in front of others or at the Xie Family, his inability to skillfully handle chopsticks was a secret to him.

After dinner, Wen Changling made a rare initiative and sent a message to Xie Shang.

[Did you have dinner?]

[Yeah.]

to go

pawn

Changling was leaving the house, Huahua insisted on following

the side. Sneakily glancing around, she then nodded her head toward the street corner, meaning:

Xie Shang: “…”

He followed.

Changling walked ahead, keeping a fair distance from Xie Shang. She didn’t know if other couples dating were like them, feeling a

count; the atmosphere was such that it wouldn’t be surprising if she and Xie Shang did something

dated before, didn’t

made small talk without

quite comfortable, strolling leisurely with a face that attracted lots of back glances,

He answered, “Congee.”

make it

“Ordered takeout.”

“Can you cook?”

like this prevented the conversation

but this

can, but I don’t do it

she was about to ask

then let go, “If

“Oh.”

Wen Changling faced forward.

wasn’t one to talk much, preferring

people, the setting sun cast elongated shadows on the ground, shaken by the breeze rustling through

“Xie Shang.”

“Mm.”

bit conflicted, “Should we hold hands or

“Up to you.”

to talk to, eager to cooperate with

a bit closer, her hand slowly reaching

too tightly. She didn’t have long nails, her fingertips were blunt, and as they brushed

his, her hand small and slender, her bones could be felt, delicate

the differences in their physique seemed to become,

her, before the thought of breaking her ever crossed his

Little Black never showed his teeth to Xie Shang, Wen Changling thought that with Xie Shang around,

Then—

she reacted instantly: she forcefully let go of Xie Shang’s hand and ran

been chased by a dog probably all shared

distance before stopping; Little Black had stopped