He is Lovestruck in the Revenge by Gu Nanxi

Chapter 312: 305: Gu Yihuan and Pang Zijin Extra Story 6 Chapter 312: 305: Gu Yihuan and Pang Zijin Extra Story 6 Pang Zijin looked up, calm and poised, “Pursuing you?” Her gaze didn’t waver, “Yes, I am pursuing you.”

It’s not a dream…

Gu Yihuan was left breathless by her directness, his heart racing. How could she be like this! Not picking the right time or place, so blatantly. Last time she was on the phone and then…

He had long suspected that Pang Zijin was trying to take advantage of him, with Xiao Fang, that dog-head military advisor, insisting it was definitely so.

It’s bullshit!

After his fourth brother and He Dog started dating, they both became love-struck fools. He didn’t want to date; love-struck fools might end up foraging for wild vegetables.

He fished out a face mask and put it on: “I want to focus on my career, not dating.”

Pang Zijin made a sound of acknowledgment: “Wait until you’ve established your career, then date me.”

“Ah?” His mind was slow to process.

Pang Zijin set her coffee cup down: “I’m leaving.”

She picked up her suitcase to catch her flight.

Gu Yihuan watched her back, his thoughts in disarray, his face burning. It was as if he heard the sound of fireworks bursting, ringing in his ears. He quickly turned his face away, pretending to look elsewhere, his ears turning red. After a little while, he turned back to watch Pang Zijin, who had walked far away.

How could she be like this, so shameless.

*****

After that straightforward declaration of love, Pang Zijin never brought it up again.

Gu Yihuan’s schedule was packed, his second album was ready, and his first concert had a set date and venue, at the Imperial Capital People’s Theater in the springtime of March.

That night, the weather was fine, with no wind or clouds, just stars scattered across the sky. The seats around the stage were all filled, and cheers didn’t stop even before the show started. The digital clock on the makeup table was counting down; the lights and musicians were all ready. Gu Yihuan took deep breaths as he looked in the mirror. He was finally about to achieve the thing he had dreamt of.

Pang Zijin stood behind him: “Nervous?”

His palms were sweaty: “Nervous.”

“Don’t be nervous, it’s not a big deal if the performance flops.”

Gu Yihuan took a deep breath.

He was always indecisive since he was young. Because no matter what he did, someone was always there to cover for him, so he had always been half-hearted about things. Singing was the only thing he was serious and committed to, yet his talent was not quite there. Even he didn’t have confidence in himself, but Pang Zijin dared to bet all her chips on him. He knew she had faced much opposition and pressure.

not

eyes met, and he said, “If I mess up, there will be no next

in a light-hearted tone: “I’ll spend money to

if no one shows

if they come when I give

Pang is truly

Gu Yihuan laughed.

still

“Not anymore.”

like Pang Zijin could do anything for him, as

candy and handed it to him: “Have

candy a lot when I was

She knew, remembered

countdown reached the

and walked

evening, I am Gu

below roared with cheers; at this moment, behind the stage, Pang Zijin’s eyes brimmed with

the past two years, he had been continuously learning, continuously practicing. Because he lacked natural talent and his voice was average, he had to put in double the effort, without relaxing for a moment, and finally, the spotlight

off the stage, drenched in sweat: “It’s

came over to hug him: “It was

to hug her tightly; the residual heat from the stage

“Okay.”

*****

a candy, and later they became a couple, with

everyone, except Pang Minde,

by

That day, the Pang family was hosting a banquet, and she had already missed two meals. She was so hungry and desperate for food that she left the

nature was rebellious, the more she was forbidden from going out, the more

the garden behind the villa, they immediately kept their distance: “Ew,

was a guest visiting

Miao linked arms with the girl and fanned the air

girl asked, “Who

Yuanfeng’s daughter, a pampered

freeloader in my house, someone we can’t get rid of no matter how

back garden. The Pang family was very particular about their garden’s appearance, which had been designed by an expensive landscape artist. In the upper left corner, there was a pine tree that had been transplanted—huge and full of branches

she reached the tree, someone threw a stone

“Hey, wild brat.”

Pang Shifang, the eldest son and grandson of the Pang family, pampered and

he lobbed a stone at Pang Zijin’s back and jeered with his hands on his hips: “Was your mom a whore? Does that mean

boy’s mouth was