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?”

fond of

to earn. The bookie’s car doesn’t

bookie was Xie

not recognize Xie

there’s a good show

spectators stretched

both

found the most conspicuous place—the high platform where a car model was holding a checkered flag. She walked

the next second, he

There goes ten million.

thought:

over? The spectators were

car and only took off his mask

couldn’t help looking at him, the feeling like

you know I’d

piercing, as if he wanted to see through her exterior and into her bones, “I

He was merely gambling.

was just going crazy because he couldn’t

“Let’s talk,” he said.

“Okay,” she agreed.

botched from the start, but Xie Shang couldn’t care about anyone else. He hadn’t seen

his thirst with poison turned out to

no chairs, so he took off his coat and laid it on

sat

dirt and sat on old,

today to pawn something to you. That’s how we began, so let’s end it the

you want

“A story.”

most intimate moments, even when he touched her flesh and bones, it always felt

was like the hazy white moon on a foggy winter’s

moon was about

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 make men crazy with desire. Men under such spells never come to a good end, they either die unnatural deaths or enter the monastic life as a form

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