He is Lovestruck in the Revenge by Gu Nanxi

Chapter 178

Chapter 178 - 178 171 The True Cause of Death of My Uncle The True

Chapter 178: 171: The True Cause of Death of My Uncle, The True Cause of Death of Ah Na (Second Update) Chapter 178: 171: The True Cause of Death of My Uncle, The True Cause of Death of Ah Na (Second Update) Sunday, West City Avenue.

Gu Yihuan leaned forward restlessly in the front row of the stands, peering toward the entrance.

“What to do? It’s almost eight o’clock, and Wen Changling isn’t here yet,”

He Dongzhou, annoyed by the glaring overhead lights, sat with his eyes half-closed, lazily, like a drowsing wild lion.

Gu Yihuan was like an antelope that couldn’t stay still, pacing back and forth in front of He Dongzhou, “Why are there so many people here? These greedy bastards!” His gaze frequently darted to the time, his blond hair a tousled mess, “If it really comes to it, I’ll go and call Changling’s grandmother over.”

“Don’t rush, let’s wait a bit longer.”

He’ll come.

He Dongzhou liked to do things by unconventional methods. He had someone keeping an eye on Wen Changling’s whereabouts.

If he didn’t come, then he’d be brought here by force.

He Dongzhou’s eyelids lifted, “Here she comes.”

Gu Yihuan turned to look.

It was Wen Changling, not wearing glasses. A few scantily clad car models just happened to pass by her, yet Gu Yihuan spotted her instantly. She had that kind of allure, the magic to stand out even in the most unassuming clothes, no makeup, her unpermed hair casually pinned up with a shark clip, always walking slowly as if nothing mattered to her. Yet, she radiated a narrative aura, as if she had stepped out of a Hong Kong movie, full of mood and despair.

As she walked over, she didn’t greet anyone, her eyes searching, looking for something.

He Dongzhou glanced at his watch: Eight o’clock, impressive, right on time.

The game begins.

The spectators were excited.

Someone said, “Ten million, man, I’d crash into death with my eyes closed for that much.”

Another countered, “Then why don’t you go for it?”

I’m fond

earn. The bookie’s car

bookie was

an underground racetrack, no real names required. People might not recognize Xie Shang, but his car was recognizable, GAA201,

there’s a good show

spectators stretched their

started, both sides took

model was holding a checkered flag. She walked over, didn’t climb up, just stood beside the

saw her, and the next second, he

There goes ten million.

Changling thought: What a

over? The spectators

only took off his mask when he was

was a bit annoyed, truly annoyed. She didn’t want to see Xie Shang’s face, but couldn’t help looking at him, the feeling like getting hooked on

know

defined, eyes piercing, as if he wanted to see through her exterior and into her

He was merely gambling.

just going crazy because

“Let’s talk,” he said.

“Okay,” she agreed.

anyone else. He hadn’t seen Wen Changling in almost a week, his bones were

quench his thirst with poison turned out to

room, probably a storeroom. There were shelves but no chairs, so he took off his coat and laid it

Changling sat

on old, filthy

today to pawn something to you. That’s how we

do you want to

“A story.”

when he entered her body in their most intimate moments, even when he touched her flesh and bones, it always felt like there was something in

hazy white moon on a foggy winter’s

the white moon was about

nickname, Flower City. The Wen family of Wind Town in Flower City have daughters who take their mother’s surname. They have lived secluded from society since their ancestors’ time, seldom interacting with others. People say they can cast spells, the kind that

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