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.”

number, and cut off all

Minde, starting from textiles but later developing into fragrances and cosmetics,

recent years. During Pang Zijin’s years abroad, Noon Ferry had been surpassing Pamdow in perfume sales. Pang Shifang, the

Landry. It was only when she returned

day she joined the company, it was said that Li Huailan was

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with activity as the owner took to the stage,

moment the laser lights dimmed, a woman walked in from the outside. In the dim light, one could vaguely see her bright eyes

Nick waved, “She’s here.”

a black knitted camisole. The

complimented her skin, and her fishtail pencil skirt accentuated her figure just right.

Elegant, knowledgeable.

her profession, she was

took out the bottle she had stored previously, and she poured a small glass, savoring

drummer showcased a brief solo, and after a flourish, the vocalist stepped to the center,

spoiled and had

relying on a wild, willful energy, completely indifferent to the

bottle of wine toward him, “keep it for next time,” she said, picking up the

his hand

away excitedly shouted,

room erupted

none other

this manner at Gu Yihuan’s bar, otherwise, with his singing ability and his disposition which was not at all

of money was nothing; it was her motivation

always curious about her: “Do you and our boss have

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

guess. She had never told anyone her name. Once a man tried to hit on her, bragging when he was drunk, “The guys on the street call me

“What a coincidence, I happen to

the nickname