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?”

him Xingxing, with a cruel doting, “You are Xie Liangjiang’s son; you don’t have the

have the right—she had caused

her feet, picked up her coat, carefully dusted it off, walked over to Xie Shang, bent slightly to drape the coat over him, bowed

dangerous games, cherish your life.” The words he had once

such a thing as taking on disaster for others

Shang’s life was bought with a lifetime of

without hesitation, without

Shang did not leave for a

felt the air was heavy, oppressive

“Fourth Brother.”

the person gone?

was hesitant to

no matter what I do, don’t go looking for her.” Xie Shang held the jacket, on which Wen Changling’s faint

“…”

Yihuan dared not mention

knew, his formidable Fourth Brother who was seemingly omnipotent had

to Granny Zhu’s to pack her

“Meow.”

“Meow.”

kept calling outside, Wen Changling

Zhu also came out of

“What’s wrong with it?”

scratching its head and neck with its front paws. There was a pool of vomit on

Zhu picked it up, secured its mouth, and pried open its throat, “It

picked up something

get a pair of

the kitchen and chose the

the chopsticks to remove the foreign object. Huahua was well-behaved and didn’t squirm, but the

“Aunt Zhu.”

to repair clocks and watches for someone, and

with your work, I’ll

late at

carrier and took a taxi to the nearest veterinary clinic: Doctor Zheng’s

open, and no

where various business licenses for the clinic

bottom right corner, there was a frame that read: On duty

a