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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

089: Quirky Fireworks, Following Miss Wen's Orders (Second Update)

It was no use; Xie Shang held grudges. He stepped on the man's hand that had tried to push him away and picked up the scissors from the ground.

"Xie Shang!"

Xie Shang stopped, almost instinctively, and turned back to look at Wen Changling.

His eyes were bloodshot. After a few seconds, without looking at Wen Changling, he continued what he was doing, raised his hand, and the sharp point of the scissors aimed at the man's palm.

What he intended to do, no one could stop him.

It was always like that.

Wen Changling pulled on his clothes from behind, "Enough."

It was that tone again, a direct command.

Xie Shang felt somewhat unclear-headed; sleeping pills made him unable to think, and his brain, due to a developed habit, would inertially obey a certain command.

Wen Changling said enough.