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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 · perkotaan
Peringkat tidak cukup
202 Chs

150: His future wife can only be Wen Changling (first update)

Pang Shifang's sports car had a high-end configuration, equipped with a smart system, a field of technology that Wen Changling excelled in.

Wen Changling remotely hacked into Pang Shifang's car and overheard a conversation.

"You leave tomorrow," Pang Shifang's voice sounded.

There was another person in the car, a man, "With just this amount of money, you expect me to go abroad and whistle in the wind."

"So how much do you want?"

"It can't be less than this amount."

Pang Shifang immediately snapped, "Do you think I'm an ATM? There's a limit to being greedy."

The man spoke in a rascally tone, with a hint of resignation, "Then I might as well not go."

This was extortion.

Pang Shifang fell silent for a moment, then, compromising, he said, "I can't come up with that much cash at the moment. Give me three days." He told the man, "Come back in three days to get the money."

The man whistled as he got out of the car.