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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

049: Cast a spell: You should love me

Xie Shang hung up the phone: "Wasn't talking about you."

Oh, he was referring to the person on the other end of the call.

It seemed that person had also hit someone, no wonder they encountered Xie Shang at the police station.

"Have you eaten well?"

"Mhm."

Xie Shang took her raincoat: "Then let's go."

The night after the rain was windy. Summer had arrived late this year, and the moist breeze was cool. It caressed the skin without cutting to the bone, providing a snug comfort.

Xie Shang drove very slowly. Wen Changling was a bit sleepy and didn't feel much like talking. She rested her head against the window, watching the uniformly spaced streetlights racing backward, lulling her to drowse. The volume of the car radio was turned down low, a singer's voice wafting through, sounding pleasant.

The drive took half an hour, and the car stopped at the back gate of the yard.