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.

could not afford

eyes met, and he said, “If I mess up, there will be no next time.” If I mess up, then you lose the

in a light-hearted tone: “I’ll

if no

they come when I

is truly

Gu Yihuan laughed.

you still

“Not anymore.”

Zijin could do anything for him, as

candy and handed

this candy a lot when I was a

knew,

countdown reached the last thirty

the candy, picked up the microphone, and walked toward the

I

cheers; at this moment, behind the stage, Pang Zijin’s eyes

two hours, and Gu Yihuan didn’t make a single mistake. Over the past two years, he had been continuously learning, continuously practicing. Because he lacked natural talent and

stage, drenched in sweat:

came over to hug him: “It

the residual heat from the stage lights had yet to

“Okay.”

*****

of eleven, Gu Yihuan gave Pang Zijin a candy, and later they became a couple, with Pang Zijin never allowing

house Li Huailan didn’t like her, no, she loathed her. The better Pang Zijin performed in her studies, the more everyone, except Pang Minde, loathed her.

by watching their

in teasing her. That day, the Pang family was hosting a banquet, and she had already missed two meals. She was so hungry and desperate for

nature was rebellious, the more she was forbidden from

girls in expensive dresses saw her entering the garden behind the villa, they

a guest visiting

with the girl and fanned the air with her hand: “Don’t come near,

girl asked, “Who

Miao was Pang Yuanfeng’s daughter,

in my house, someone we can’t get rid of

had to pass through a path in the 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

the tree, someone

“Hey, wild brat.”

and grandson of the Pang

Zijin’s back and jeered with his hands on his hips:

teenage boy’s