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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
208 Chs

064: Pick up Miss Wen from work (first update)

"It's borrowed," Guan Sixing said, "It's clean."

"Oh, thank you."

Jhiang Youyou put on the shoes, her left hand had been scraped when she rolled down the hill, making it difficult to tie the laces.

He noticed her hand was in pain.

"Let me help you."

The two masters were still waiting above, and Jhiang Youyou, not wanting to delay any further and without any fuss, extended her foot forward: "Thank you, Student Wang."

He didn't start tying right away but looked at it as if he were studying something.

Jhiang Youyou also turned her head to look, were there flowers on the shoelace?

He started tying the shoelace, wrapping it around once, then again.

"Why do you tie it like that?"

He looked up at her, his expression blank.

Jhiang Youyou touched the tips of her shoes together: "This is a dead knot."

He bent down again to untie the shoelace.