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He is Lovestruck in the Revenge

The Xie Family all studied law, possessing the fine qualities expected of a scholarly family. Xie Shang too had them: elegance, deep learning, a Fragrance Connoisseur versed in classics, also skilled in zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting. But he was mad, capable of reciting the scriptures while holding a Buddha statue, as well as breaking people's hand and foot bones, very gentle, yet very cruel. Xie Shang didn't become a lawyer but opened a pawnshop instead, where you could pawn anything as long as the story was compelling. One day, someone came to the pawnshop and told a story: In Fragrant City, there was a family with the surname Wen, where daughters took their mother's surname. The daughters of that family could cast spells, the kind that bewitched men, leaving their lovers either buried with them or taking vows of celibacy; in short, either dead or destined for a lonely life. Xie Shang's uncle had died in Fragrant City, which is why he accepted this particular pawning business. Bewitched, confused, thrilled, deeply in love, but love unattained, and a pain so intense it made life unbearable. — This was the script Xie Shang had prepared for the deaf boy Wen Changling. In the end, it was Xie Shang who ended up with this romance-addled script. Wen Changling: Are you surprised, Mr. Xie Shang? (This isn't a book transmigration story, it's a contemporary sweet romance. The 'script' in the book title implies deliberate plotting.)

Gu Nanxi · Urban
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201 Chs

042: Changling and Xie Shang Gamble on a Drinking Game

"Why are you wearing glasses now?" He caressed the fingers that had touched Wen Changling, his expression seemed to savor the moment, "You look better without glasses."

Granny Zhu happened to come out.

"Changling." Noticing the guy at the door with a shifty look, Granny Zhu glanced at a broom in the corner and asked Wen Changling, "Who is he?"

Wen Changling walked over to Granny Zhu's side: "A stranger."

Granny Zhu nudged Wen Changling, signaling her to go inside first, then herself moved a chair and sat down by the gate.

The old lady was of considerable age, with gray hair, a robust body, and sharp eyes, exuding an air of fearlessness.

Zeng Zhili went to a nearby shop, had a bowl of sweet soup, and after sitting and shaking his legs for a while, he left.

The next day.

After work, Wen Changling first stopped by Sister Tao's fruit store, where Sister Tao cut open a honeydew melon and let Wen Changling take half of it home.