He is Lovestruck in the Revenge by Gu Nanxi

Chapter 307: 300: Gu Yihuan and Pang Zijin Extra Story 1 Chapter 307: 300: Gu Yihuan and Pang Zijin Extra Story 1 The founder of Pamdow, Pang Minde, had two sons and a daughter, with the eldest son, Pang Yuanzong, having gotten himself entangled in romantic debts when he was young. Pang Zijin, the illegitimate daughter of Pang Yuanzong, ranked third among the grandchildren of the Pang family. Her biological mother passed away early, and her father did not care for her.

Pang Yuanzong’s legitimate wife, Li Huailan, citing the better quality of education resources abroad, sent Pang Zijin out of the country. She was fourteen then, still at an age to be easily molded by others. Upon her arrival in Chevalier, the nanny meant to „look after” her ran off with her year’s living expenses. She sold everything she could and made it through that year.

Why didn’t she call home? Because the only number she could get through to was that of Pang Yuanzong’s assistant. That assistant was drawing two salaries, one from Pang Yuanzong and another from Li Huailan.

At fifteen, a white boy said he liked her, and afterwards, she inexplicably became the target of a group of girls. She swore she hadn’t even remembered the boy’s name, because it was too long.

At sixteen, she made a friend who said she had something great to share with her. When she visited her friend’s home, she saw several drugged-up men and women lying haphazardly on the floor. She ran away after blowing up the microwave with a lighter.

At seventeen, she was robbed, falsely accused of theft, locked in an equipment room, and had her face slapped for photos. On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, she finally got through to Pang Yuanzong’s phone and asked if she could return home. Pang Yuanzong said, „Your mother is doing this for your own good. Don’t pick up bad habits out there.”

Mom?

Her mother had long been dead. She didn’t believe all this was mere coincidence; someone didn’t want her to live well, didn’t want her to live at all. She had thought about ending it all, and only started to seriously consider it after she met another person on the top floor of the library who also seemed to be contemplating the same thing.

„How about we both don’t jump today?”

„Alright.”

Wen Changling was the second benefactor she had met; the first had been Gu Yihuan.

Though she had been cursed as a loss by her own mother from a young age, and almost killed by her stepmother, her fate was not too harsh. Half a year later, when she was being pinned against a wall and forcibly injected with a restricted substance, she encountered Wen Changling, her benefactor, again.

“If you want to transfer schools, I can help you.”

There were no rainbow clouds, but in that moment, Pang Zijin truly felt she had met a hero.

“Thank you for helping me.”

Wen Changling was also honest, „You’ll have to repay it.”

“I remember.”

Zijin changed schools, changed her number, and cut off all contact with the Pang

textiles but later developing into fragrances

fragrance industry that had caught everyone’s attention in recent years. During Pang Zijin’s years abroad, Noon Ferry had been surpassing Pamdow in perfume sales. Pang Shifang, the eldest son and grandson of the Pang family, was in charge of this

she returned to the country with Landry that Pang Minde discovered: oh, there’s such

position in Pang’s. On the day she joined the company, it was said that Li Huailan was

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owner took to the stage, offering a ten

woman walked in from the outside. In the dim light, one could vaguely see

Nick waved, “She’s here.”

a black knitted

off-white leather complimented her skin, and her fishtail pencil skirt accentuated her figure just right. Her only

Elegant, knowledgeable.

wasn’t difficult to guess her profession, she was at least a

bottle she had stored previously, and she poured a small glass, savoring it

the stage. The drummer showcased a brief solo, and after

spoiled and

songs in a row, each more heart-wrenching than the last. Clearly, he was not very good at selecting songs, simply relying on a wild, willful energy, completely indifferent to the life or death of the audience’s eardrums. Some guests were already dissatisfied, clamoring for a change in the main singer. Nick, the bar’s perfumer, could only helplessly shake his

toward him, “keep it for next time,” she

his hand

bartender not far away excitedly shouted, “Tonight’s bill

erupted in

generous Third Master was none other than Miss

was all splurged in this manner at Gu Yihuan’s bar, otherwise, with his singing

bit of money was nothing; it was

was a regular at the bar, and Nick was always curious about her: “Do you and

that perfectly fit the contemporary traditional aesthetics, dignified and gentle, but when she laughed, she resembled a fox, as

told anyone her name. Once a man tried to hit on her, bragging when he was drunk, “The guys on the street call me Fourth

spirits, “What a coincidence, I happen to be the

the nickname