He is Lovestruck in the Revenge by Gu Nanxi

Chapter 299: 292: Late-night phone call… Bedroom matters (6 updates) Chapter 299: 292: Late-night phone call… Bedroom matters (6 updates) Madam Zhai Wenjin owned a manor in the rural outskirts of Beijing, and a week ago, Xie Shang had sent Wen Changling there to recuperate. Behind the manor were a few acres, perfect for spring plowing and planting.

Apart from the bodyguard found by Xie Shang, Fu Ying also went there, and Fu Ying was a former kick-boxing champion. Besides Fu Ying, Gu Yihuan also made the trip, which seemed somewhat redundant, yet not entirely so. With him around, Wen Changling probably wouldn’t be too bored.

Over two acres of land were divided into several plots, each planted with vegetables and fruit tree saplings.

Gu Yihuan, with his trendy vibe, was wearing an orange windbreaker, adorned with a bunch of jangling pendants, paired with jeans with many holes, and a cap that was a clash of red and green.

When it comes to fashion, it really depends on one’s looks. If one were ugly, this outfit would be that of a street bum, but if one were attractive, they would be seen as a distinctive and noble young master.

Gu Yihuan was planting apple trees. Although he wasn’t good at academics, he had a strong competitive spirit in other areas, even cleaning the toilets as a punishment better and shinier than anyone else.

“Just wait and see, the ones I plant will definitely grow better than yours,” he said.

Ning Song chuckled, “You’re dreaming, my friend. Just look at these few saplings you’ve chosen; they’re as frail as withered flowers and battered willows, utterly vulnerable.”

Ning Song still loved to spout all sorts of random idioms.

Gu Yihuan, standing next to his “utterly vulnerable withered flowers and battered willows,” was speechless and let out a ghostly scream towards Su Beihe, “Help, can you please control his idioms?!”

It was futile.

Su Beihe was sitting on the ground covered with a tarp, sending emails to the executives of Marlon Group. Taking a few days off had resulted in a mountain of work. Madam Zhai only pampered her grandson; her son was of no concern to her. Since he was a half-baked chef, after Xie Shang mentioned that Miss Wen quite liked his cooking, Madam Zhai had been bombarding him with calls, summoning him to take responsibility for three meals a day. Ning Song loved to have fun too much, and Su Beihe couldn’t leave him unattended, so he brought Ning Song along as well.

“Changling.”

Wen Changling stood up and turned around; it was Xie Shang arriving.

Gu Yihuan waved from behind, cheerfully hollering, “Brother Four.”

Suddenly, a gust of wind arose, and Wen Changling covered her head, but it was too late: “My hat!” she shouted, “Xie Shang, my hat blew away!”

She hurriedly tried to grab it on tiptoes, but couldn’t reach, as the wind carried the hat higher and higher.

“Mine flew off too!”

In a rush, Gu Yihuan howled for Xie Shang’s help as the wind blew towards him, and behind the field was a pond.

to retrieve the hats, picking up Wen Changling’s little yellow duck fisherman’s hat without

with the urge to curse, “An

learned all these idiomatic uses

Shang fixed the hat on Wen Changling’s head; the injury on his left arm was already hidden under the clothes: “Going

come to take

apples, we still have to plant chestnut trees,” Wen Changling said, having

we’ll go back after

the plants,

and incidentally fished out Gu

Yihuan fell in love again, “Brother Four is so helpful!

Song wore an expression as if he had learned something

farming, there’s a

bit popular, receiving quite a few offers for reality shows. Last Tuesday evening, after finishing a show, he made a call to his boss, Pang

was the farming reality show

suit you,”

think so, eager for the

Zijin’s tone went up a notch, “You have that

death? Look at my schedule; I’ve been so busy since the New

Humph, capitalist.

Zijin, the capitalist, said, “Then you’re still

Was he going farming?

for a breather on a

you. I

person on the other end of the

the boss’s full name, “Pang Zijin.” He pressed his ear close to the phone’s receiver, “Why aren’t you saying

heard a strange sound, like electricity, unexpectedly jolting his ear and inexplicably arousing

“What are you doing?”

more he listened,

she breathing so

really doing?” His curiosity was killing

brother had shown him during his rebellious phase to correct his behavior: “You couldn’t be with a boyfriend,

overheard the boss’s

“I’m single.”

Glad it wasn’t that.