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.

picking up Wen Changling’s little yellow duck fisherman’s

“…” His teeth itched with the urge

learned all these idiomatic uses from Ning

head; the injury on his left arm was

come to take

the apples, we still have to plant chestnut trees,” Wen Changling said, having fallen in love with tree planting, obsessed

we’ll go back

water the plants, that row hasn’t

and incidentally fished out

in love again, “Brother Four is

expression as if he had learned

of farming, there’s

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

show offer turned down for

you,”

Yihuan didn’t think so, eager for the variety show: “How does it not suit

tone went up a notch, “You have that much free time? To go

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

Humph, capitalist.

“Then you’re

Was he going farming?

breather on

signed with you, not sold myself to you. I don’t care, I want to go on the

other end

He pressed his ear close to the phone’s receiver, “Why aren’t you

sound, like electricity, unexpectedly jolting his ear and

“What are you doing?”

intently, the more he listened, the

was she

was killing

adult films his brother had shown him during his rebellious phase to correct his behavior: “You couldn’t be

he overheard the boss’s intimate

“I’m single.”

Glad it wasn’t that.