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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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320 Chs

100: Changling high-energy output, clean up with both young and old (second update)

Jingfeng Sub-bureau.

In the interrogation room, Tong Taishi was going mad.

"Aaaaah!"

Since he had been brought in, he had been close to hysterics for nearly four hours. The interrogation staff had been changed three times, but still nothing had been asked out of him.

He kicked chairs and pounded tables furiously, bellowing and shrieking, his mind in disarray.

"Let me see a lawyer, I want to see a lawyer!"

"Aaaaah!"

He flipped the table over, his face twisted, veins bulging, and claimed, "I'm sick, I'm ill!"

"Send me to the hospital!"

"Aaaaah!"

He banged his head against the wall with intense ferocity, hysterical.

Outside the interrogation room, Captain Lin Yaoping, in charge of the case, had just returned from a meeting.

"Still going crazy?"

Deputy Captain Zhang Qian said, "He's probably feigning insanity."

If he were truly insane, he wouldn't be doing it so purposefully, now wanting to see a lawyer, then wanting to go out for treatment.