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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.)

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087: Lighting the lover's incense, Xie Shang's emotions surge (second update

He suddenly stepped back, his calmness completely disrupted.

It shouldn't be like this, it shouldn't. He needed to stay calm, turned around, and tried to leave the courtyard that was everywhere marked by Wen Changling's presence.

Wen Changling was calling him, "Xie Xingxing."

Don't call him.

"Xingxing."

The Wen family's girl could cast a spell.

It turned out to be true.

All his actions thereafter seemed beyond the control of his mind, as Xie Shang turned back and walked up to Wen Changling.

"Why are you crying?" Because of Yan Cong? Because of Ah Na?

Her eyelashes fluttered, and tears rolled down: "There's sand in my eyes."

She was lying.

Xie Shang had seen what she looked like when there was really sand in her eyes, and it wasn't like this.

"Xie Xingxing, blow on my eyes for me."

Miss Wen sometimes liked to speak in a very direct tone, like a command.

Xie Shang crouched down and embraced Miss Wen.

"Don't cry."