He is Lovestruck in the Revenge by Gu Nanxi

Chapter 288: 281: Miss Wen: Xie Shang, I love you very much Chapter 288: 281: Miss Wen: Xie Shang, I love you very much On Chinese New Year’s Eve that afternoon, Gu Yihuan’s bar had a singing event, and Xie Shang took Wen Changling there.

Gu Yihuan was a person who emphasized a sense of ceremony, and the bar was decorated with a strong New Year’s atmosphere. Because there was no admission fee and drinks were free, a lot of people came.

Before going, Wen Changling had asked Xie Shang, “Does Gu Yihuan still have money?”

As far as she knew, Gu Yihuan’s bar was losing a lot of money due to constant discounts and a lead singer with subpar singing skills.

Xie Shang said, “Miss Pang San is footing the bill.”

So that was it.

Xie Shang also mentioned that this was Miss Pang San’s signing gift for Gu Yihuan. After the New Year hype died down, a performance video of Gu Yihuan at the bar would “accidentally” go viral, and then “naturally,” he would debut as a singer.

Wen Changling thought Miss Pang San really was a successful businesswoman.

The opening song was sung by Gu Yihuan alone, a low-to-mid-tempo love ballad.

Wen Changling exclaimed, “He has improved so much.”

“Pang Zijin got him a teacher and specifically tailored a song for his voice and range,” Xie Shang explained.

Wen Changling felt even more that Miss Pang San was a successful businesswoman, willing to invest and knowing how to package an artist.

The second song was a New Year’s theme, and the atmosphere heated up immediately.

Every audience member attending the singing event received a light-up red headband, and the whole audience danced along, creating a sea of red when viewed from a higher vantage point.

Around the stage, half-height fireworks burst forth, and many girls in the front row lit their Fairy Sticks in the firelight. Wen Changling didn’t join the excitement at the front but sat with Xie Shang at the bar, where there were fewer people. He asked her if she wanted to play with it?

She shook her head; she was someone who abided by fire safety regulations: “Aren’t you afraid of a fire playing with fireworks indoors?”

“No worries, these fireworks are specially made with a very low ignition point.”

They could even be lit with a cigarette.

Xie Shang got Wen Changling a fruit wine with a very low alcohol content. After she finished hers, she took the barely touched drink from Xie Shang, smiling innocently but with a naughty glint in her eyes: “The person who made these fireworks really knows how to have fun, huh?”

thinking about?” Xie Shang handed the empty

her mind was on adults-only

very open-minded Westerner, and Wen Changling had accidentally been exposed to some eye-opening things. Of all the things she

at its worst, if it hadn’t

called over. Wen Changling was left alone for a few minutes, during which

pure, as if untainted by

his right hand on the bar, and raised

who had always worn glasses before, was new to such a clichéd phrase, and found it amusing. Her gaze moved past the man to Xie Shang, who was

picked up a drink from the

cheers suddenly rose to

the stage; it was the hottest one from Huasheng Music. This was also part of the signing gift from Pang Zijin to Gu Yihuan. In an era of

Wen Changling. He wasn’t interested in whatever was being sung on stage. The dim lights of

“Just babbling,” she said.

was delicious, and Wen

closer with a smile, coaxing, “Miss Wen, could you babble once

and bewildered moments. No matter how Xie Shang coaxed her,

earnestly, “Don’t you think

Shang shook his head, “I want to hear

herself to say it, so she drank instead. She was bold enough to play and to act, but her tongue was as rigid as reinforced steel when it

away the glass she used for

Changling hadn’t had enough and leaned forward with her mouth slightly open,

around the rim of the glass. He tilted it slightly, feeding her the remaining half glass of fruit wine, accommodating her greedy

red wine spilled, lingering on the corner of her lips. He bent down to kiss them off, but she pushed

she got up, “Let’s go back, let’s go back.” The concert wasn’t over, but she

Shang grabbed her coat and

a hint of cajoling. He was so stubborn, simply wanting to hear some sweet nothings she would

walked ahead, turning back to glare at him with a mix of pride and annoyance, “Baby, you’re so

embraced her with

and the street lights along the way were lit

into her coat,

just moments ago obediently stretched her hands through the sleeves and hugged Xie Shang’s waist, “Happy New

you want for a New Year’s

if there was