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?”

Xie Shang handed the empty glass to bartender Nick and

her mind

been exposed to some eye-opening things. Of all the things she encountered, she loved chokers the most, of course; she

the years when her sickness was at its worst, if it hadn’t been for Yueyue watching over her, she might have tried everything

was called over. Wen Changling was

Wen Changling took off her coat. Her off-white sweatshirt looked pure, as if untainted by society,

over, resting his right hand on the bar, and raised

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 already approaching. She coyly imitated the tone commonly used for flirting in bars, acting like a

slightly embarrassed. He picked up a drink from the bar and took a casual

rose

one from Huasheng Music. This was also part of the signing gift from Pang Zijin to Gu

was being sung on stage. The dim lights of the bar

“Just babbling,” she said.

wine Nick mixed tonight was delicious, and Wen Changling focused on enjoying her

coaxing, “Miss Wen, could you babble once more

bewildered moments. No matter how Xie Shang coaxed her, she would never call him anything apart

asked earnestly, “Don’t you

Shang shook his head, “I want

it, so she drank instead. She was bold enough to play and to act,

glass she used for

leaned forward with her mouth slightly

lips around the rim of the glass. He tilted it slightly, feeding her the remaining half glass of

lips. He bent down to kiss them off, but

was finished, she got up, “Let’s go back, let’s go back.” The concert wasn’t over, but she wasn’t really a music

Shang grabbed her coat and

a hint of cajoling. He was so stubborn, simply wanting to hear

to glare at him with a mix of

her with

it was just about to get dark, and the street lights along the way

her

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

you want for a

moment, as if there was nothing she wanted, then said, “I want the