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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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214 Chs

129: Early Experience of Fatherhood, Changling Gets Jealous (First Update)

Today is the weekend, and the amusement park is swarming with people. There's a long queue outside the pirate ship, and a stage has been set up nearby where cosplayers are performing, mostly portraying characters from animations, which attracts many children.

Two girls are queuing up.

"Why are there so many people?"

"It's the weekend."

One of the girls nudges her companion, who is playing with her phone, with her elbow, "Look ahead, look ahead."

The companion looks up and, in the dense crowd, she immediately spots the tallest one, wearing a black short-sleeved shirt without any logo. His posture is casual yet upright. He isn't playing with his phone or looking around but queuing seriously, occasionally proceeding forward slowly with the crowd, moving at a leisurely pace, and his demeanor is impressive compared to the other visitors who look disheveled from the summer heat.

"He has a really good figure," the girl whispers to her companion.