He is Lovestruck in the Revenge by Gu Nanxi

Chapter 199 - 199 192 Venting for my wife may be late but it arrives

Chapter 199: 192: Venting for my wife may be late but it arrives (Second update) Chapter 199: 192: Venting for my wife may be late but it arrives (Second update) Gu Yihuan wouldn’t be so self-conceited as to think that Xie Shang couldn’t bear to see him being bullied by someone; it could only be because of a certain person. There and then, Gu Yihuan temporarily named this effect: the Wen Changling Effect.

Xie Shang stood up.

“Let’s go.”

Gu Yihuan acted like a spoiled child, “Play a little longer, huh.”

“Need to go back and look at the case.”

Xie Shang put down his glass and left.

Lawyers are so busy. According to He Dongzhou, Fourth Brother returned to being a lawyer because of Wen Changling. Gu Yihuan thought to himself: This too is the Wen Changling Effect.

He had to help Fourth Brother get rid of this effect and return to a normal life.

As Gu Yihuan was thinking this, he saw a man who was dizzy from drink staggering towards his Fourth Brother’s shoulder.

The man wore a duckbill cap, head lowered, not looking at anyone, making a perfunctory apology.

“Sorry.”

After apologizing, the man swayed his head to the DJ’s music as he walked outside.

Gu Yihuan shouted, “Fourth Brother.”

Xie Shang seemed not to have heard him, glanced at the man who had bumped into him, and followed.

Gu Yihuan, who was sharp-eyed and attentive, sensed at once that the aura around Xie Shang was terrifying, just like in the past during thunderstorms when he wouldn’t control his emotions, ready to erupt at any moment.

Could it be the effect of the Wen Changling Effect still hadn’t worn off?

Gu Yihuan hurriedly chased after.

*****

The man had come out to smoke; he stepped into an alley near the bar and lit a cigarette. The alley was deep, and there were no street lights inside. The lights from outside couldn’t reach the depths, leaving it dim and murky.

smoke, a beam of light flitted across the man’s face, back and

cigarette ash and shouted irritably, “What are you

vaguely see a figure by this light—he first recognized the clothes;

the man said, “Looking for

other party remained silent; the light from the cellphone flashlight kept shining on the man’s

feeling unsafe, he quickly pulled out his own phone, planning to call for help. The light of the phone screen allowed him to clearly see

“Lawyer Xie?”

*****

the bar, Gu Yihuan saw no sign of Xie Shang, so he searched nearby. Suddenly, he heard a cry which sent chills down his

“Fourth Brother!”

and was startled—a man lay on the ground, no longer

seemed to have been injured, with a bandage wrapped around the back of his skull—by now the bandage was soaked with blood, and the misalignment of his finger joints was

Yihuan reached out with a trembling hand, intending to check for

“He’s not dead.”

Yihuan immediately exhaled a sigh of relief; during those ten seconds, he had already thought of a false

had Fourth Brother been so ferocious? Was

ambulance

“Oh.”

the swathes of neon lights reflected on him—the document in his hand was not stained with a single drop of blood, his cuffs were clean, and

also a

fluttered the hem of his overcoat, he moved with elegance and composure, once again the restrained and calm Young Master Xie the Fourth, as if the cold-blooded

half an hour later, the ambulance

had fallen at the entrance of the alley, hitting his head and hand. When asked by the medical staff if he knew the drunkard, Gu Yihuan said no, claiming his bar was bustling every night, and it

staff found an ID on

at Huaqi Technology due to a sex scandal and embezzlement of public

Su Nanzhi summoned him back to the Su Family. Su Nanzhi’s new movie was in preparation, and the director, who had coincidentally seen Xie Shang’s paintings, “shamelessly” wanted his help to create a concept poster.

working on

strong personal style. The painting paper covered the whole

in a fluffy blanket, holding a cup of milk tea freshly prepared

was named Fudao, and by generation, was Xie Shang’s little uncle. Fudao was very docile, settling down near the desk, Madam Zhai had spent a lot of money pampering

spill on the painting, Su Nanzhi sat at a distance, “What did you go to

down, painting, “I

“To change your name?”