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

her mind was on adults-only

the things she encountered,

the years when her sickness was at its worst, if it hadn’t been

Xie Shang, and midway through, he was called over. Wen Changling

as if untainted by society, but the

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

man to Xie Shang, who was already approaching. She coyly imitated the tone commonly used for flirting in bars, acting like

around, saw Xie Shang, and looked slightly embarrassed. He picked up a drink from the bar and took a casual sip before

rose to

the hottest one from Huasheng Music. This was also part of the signing gift from Pang Zijin to Gu Yihuan. In an era of traffic stars, becoming quickly memorable through the internet means stoking a romantic pairing was one of the

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

“Just babbling,” she said.

tonight was delicious, and Wen Changling focused

a smile, coaxing, “Miss Wen, could you

strict with her words, even at her most affectionate and bewildered moments. No matter how Xie Shang coaxed her, she would never call him anything apart from

earnestly, “Don’t you

his head, “I want

couldn’t bring herself to say it, so she drank instead. She was bold enough to play and to act, but her

the glass she

had enough and leaned forward with her mouth slightly open, chasing after

hurt her teeth, Xie Shang reluctantly stopped his hand, allowing her to wrap her lips around the rim of the glass. He tilted it slightly,

of the red wine spilled, lingering on the corner of her lips. He

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

grabbed her coat

tone still carried a hint of cajoling. He was so stubborn, simply wanting to hear some

Changling walked ahead, turning back to glare at him with a

embraced her

get dark, and

into her coat, “Changling, Happy

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

you want for

for a moment, as if there was nothing she wanted,