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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 · 现代言情
分數不夠
201 Chs

045: Some people won't straighten up until their memorial portrait is hung up.

After the shift change, it was almost five o'clock.

Wen Changling had just walked out of the oncology building when someone blocked his way.

"Wen Changling."

Wen Changling detoured around them.

Zeng Zhili threw away the half-smoked cigarette in his hand and chased after him.

"Is the money ready?"

Wen Changling walked quickly, "I don't have any money."

Zeng Zhili persisted annoyingly, "You work in such a big hospital and have no money?" As he spoke, he reached out to rummage through Wen Changling's bag.

Wen Changling dodged to one side.

"Keep following me, and I'll call the police."

Zeng Zhili crossed his arms, shaking his leg on the spot, "Calling the police to arrest me again?" He said with the shamelessness of a dead pig not afraid of scalding water, "What are you charging me with this time? Rape again?"