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.

duck fisherman’s hat without bothering about

“…” His teeth itched with the urge to curse, “An eyesore, a scorpion-hearted

all these idiomatic uses

on Wen Changling’s head; the injury on his left arm was already hidden under

had come to take

have to plant chestnut trees,” Wen Changling said, having fallen

back after they’re all

Changling nodded, “You go water the plants, that row hasn’t

water and incidentally fished out

again, “Brother Four is so helpful!

an expression as if he had learned something

there’s

quite a few offers for reality shows. Last Tuesday evening, after finishing a show,

farming reality show offer turned

suit you,” came the

for the variety show: “How does

up a notch, “You have that much

so busy since the New Year, if I were an ox, even I’d get worn out

Humph, capitalist.

capitalist, said, “Then you’re still

Was he going farming?

a breather on a

to you. I don’t care, I want

the other end of the phone didn’t

He pressed his ear close to

heard a strange sound, like electricity, unexpectedly jolting

“What are you doing?”

more he listened, the

was she breathing so

His curiosity was killing him, killing him,

his brother had shown him during his rebellious phase to correct his behavior:

what if he overheard the boss’s intimate

“I’m single.”

Glad it wasn’t that.