He is Lovestruck in the Revenge by Gu Nanxi

Chapter 64 - 64 063 Hero Saves the Beauty Dog-like Love (Second

Chapter 64: 063: Hero Saves the Beauty, Dog-like Love (Second Release) Chapter 64: 063: Hero Saves the Beauty, Dog-like Love (Second Release) She looked up, “Wang Shanxi?”

Guan Sixing frowned, “You’ve mistaken me for someone else.”

Wang Shanxi was his student.

“There’s no way I’m mistaken,” Jhiang Youyou was certain, “We’ve met at school, I’m the doctor who did your physical examination, don’t you remember me?”

Guan Sixing’s face was expressionless, “I remember.”

He wasn’t like someone else, with such a poor memory.

He came down from the ladder, squatting down to pick up the nail that had fallen at her feet. Just as she stood up, the wide hem of her skirt swiftly brushed against the back of his hand.

The nail dropped to the ground once more.

He stared at his hand, annoyed.

“What were you doing up there?” Jhiang Youyou looked up curiously around her.

“Repairing the tower.”

He went to pick up the nail again.

A patch of dust had found its way onto his head, perhaps from bumping into the tower’s crossbeam.

Jhiang Youyou had a bit of OCD and really wanted to rub his hair, to get the dust off. Not wanting to act inappropriately, she resisted the urge, “You know how to repair towers, too?”

“Hmm.”

The construction history of Xianglin Temple was very long, and the tower temple was seriously aging. The temple’s abbot and Guan Sixing’s grandfather were old acquaintances. The abbot had originally wanted Elder Mr. Guan to recommend someone to come and repair the aging structure because it was built using mortise and tenon joints, which ordinary construction workers couldn’t fix, but to his surprise, the elder directly called his own grandson to come over.

The physical engineer from The 7th Research Institute came personally to repair the tower, and the abbot was both honored and startled.

“Student Wang.”

Someone once said they liked male university students most.

Guan Sixing fiddled with the nail in his hand, arguing with himself for a long time before finally accepting her call of Student Wang with a reluctant, “Hmm.”

“Do you know how to get to the Dining Room from here?”

Jhiang Youyou was hungry.

to the kitchen, where a

family, asking if they could start the meal early. When the young monk agreed, she hurriedly went

Wang. Now go back to continue repairing the tower. You’ve worked hard, Student

very much like Jhiang

with his head

tower but walked to a Bodhi tree ten meters away, squatted in its shade, and watched the kitchen, where Jhiang Youyou was cheerfully holding a bowl,

ate two bowls of vegetarian

and beside it, he wrote: To seek only wealth, for

mother, Lady

delighted when she received the call, “Darling, you actually called Mom.” She could

our family

physicist was finally interested in something else,

the institute and didn’t have much concept of money, “Is

modestly said, “Quite a lot,

a lifetime of

reassured, “Don’t worry, son. Focus on your academic work; Mom and Dad are

“Hmm.”

corners of his mouth turning

of her mother’s memorial tablet for a while and then rubbed her knees before making

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the Sweeping Monk was cleaning the fallen leaves on the stone steps when suddenly,

looks like it’s

should have already reached halfway up the

two monks continued

Sixing hadn’t finished repairing the stupa when he heard the thunder and came out. He asked one of the monks, “Has the

left already, moved

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pouring halfway up the

time but still found none. She was so angry that she kicked off the damned high heels,

was all Jhiang Zhenghao’s fault, making her so mad that she came to the temple

teeth as she stood up, then lifted her head, instantly getting a face full of rain. She wiped the rainwater from her face and gauged the

had fallen down because her heel got stuck in a rock, and she hadn’t

up. With no phone signal and no passersby due to the rain, she thought she might just die here. She resigned herself to her fate, not bothering to seek shelter from the rain anymore,

die, to go to the temple

her bank account wasn’t spent yet. Jhiang Zhenghao had been generous to her financially, and if she didn’t spend it all, Shen Li would probably end up with it, along with her house, her car, her bags… Suddenly, she didn’t want to die anymore. She hadn’t spent enough of the Jhiang family’s money; she couldn’t let that mother and son benefit

held it over her head to shield herself from

“Is anyone there?”

“Is anyone there?”