He is Lovestruck in the Revenge by Gu Nanxi

Chapter 179 - 179 172 Xingxing you are very precious cherish your

Chapter 179: 172: Xingxing, you are very precious, cherish your life (first update) Chapter 179: 172: Xingxing, you are very precious, cherish your life (first update) “Two months later, when Ah Na was framed and sent to prison, the opportunity your father had been waiting for arrived.”

Xie Shang said nothing, his hands dirty with oil stains as they rested on a tire, his wrist bones prominent, muscles taut, an absolute sense of strength within his slimness—restrained, hidden under a veneer of calm.

“Given the Xie Family’s status at the time, did your father really need to personally ‘suggest’ dealing with those four beasts? And he even thoughtfully offered to help with the aftermath.” Wen Changling’s words were an invisible blade, methodically plunging the last dagger into Xie Shang’s heart, “He was using others to commit murder, silencing by killing.”

The light from inside the room and outside the window interwove, casting a silver foil over Xie Shang’s face—his emotions controlled within a threshold, surging in his eyes as if waiting to erupt.

“I’ve finished telling my story, is it exciting enough? Can it serve as Pawn Gold?”

If someone else had told this story, if the Wen Changling of half a year ago had told this story, Xie Shang wouldn’t have been so affected.

The Wen Changling of today, however, spoke every word that Xie Shang wouldn’t doubt for a second, nor would he defend against, knowing full well it was her strategy, a trap she had meticulously set over six months, yet he would jump into it, he could only jump.

“What do you want as Pawn Gold?”

“Have you ever been to the second floor of my courtyard?”

“I have,” Xie Shang looked at her, his gaze unswerving, “Your vengeance has turned to Xie Liangjiang.”

“Yes, it’s his turn.”

“What do you want me to do?” His voice was deep, devoid of resistance, a permissiveness so bottomless it bordered on self-abuse.

Before approaching Xie Shang, Wen Changling had investigated Xie Liangjiang for a long time. Xie Liangjiang was not like those fools, he left no stone unturned, outsiders had no leverage over him.

So, she chose Xie Shang.

Xie Shang’s identity was most suited; he was Xie Liangjiang’s sole heir, the person in the entire Xie Family who harbored the deepest grudge over Xie Qingze’s death, a person who, like her, would take revenge at all costs.

And he owed her a pair of ears, it was time to settle that debt.

After a brief silence, Wen Changling asked, “Do you love me?”

Without hesitation, Xie Shang replied, “I do.”

Causing Xie Shang to love her unrequitedly and live in agony was not Wen Changling’s goal. She wanted Xie Shang to be her blade, her cold arrow, her tool.

“You said that for true love, you could betray your closest kin. Let me have my wish,” she seduced him with the gentlest voice, “I want your father to be ostracized and to get his just deserts.”

“And what about me?” Xie Shang’s hands braced on the tire, his fingers knotted from the force, then slowly relaxed. Even someone as formidable as Xie Shang could have such a look on his face, an expression of vulnerability placed into a dire situation yet still powerless, “You don’t want me, do you?”

called him Xingxing, with a cruel doting, “You are Xie Liangjiang’s

the right—she had caused Ah Na’s

up her coat, carefully dusted it off, walked over to Xie Shang, bent slightly to drape the coat over him, bowed her head, kissed his reddened eyes. One last taste

dangerous games, cherish your life.” The words he had once said to her, she

as taking on disaster

with

turned and left, without hesitation,

Shang did not leave for a

in, and right away felt the air was

“Fourth Brother.”

the person gone? Hadn’t

Yihuan was

the jacket, on which Wen Changling’s faint scent still lingered. He took a deep breath, locking all his yearning away in

“…”

Yihuan dared not mention

was seemingly omnipotent had

to Granny Zhu’s to pack

“Meow.”

“Meow.”

Wen Changling

Zhu also came out

“What’s wrong with it?”

paced around the yard restlessly, constantly scratching its head and neck with its front paws. There was

mouth, and pried open its throat, “It seems to be

up something

go get a pair

kitchen and chose

she held the cat, Granny Zhu tried to use the chopsticks to remove the foreign object. Huahua was well-behaved and didn’t squirm, but the object was lodged too deep, and Granny Zhu didn’t

“Aunt Zhu.”

had promised to repair clocks and watches for

ahead with your work, I’ll take it to see a

late at

Changling put Huahua in a cat carrier and took a taxi to the nearest veterinary clinic:

was open, and no one was in

of the reception counter, where various business licenses for

was a frame

also a