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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

094: Xie Shang's uncontrollable possessiveness, the beginning of Changling's script (second update)

"Additionally, I'm quite vengeful. If you harm Wen Changling, I'll harm you too, so please, Miss Fu, think carefully before you act."

Fu Ying's expression was cold. "Are you threatening me?"

Xie Shang didn't deny it. "You can take it that way." He stood up, his attitude indicating that there was no need to delay their time any further, "Miss Fu, take your time with the drink."

Xie Shang left first and closed the door behind him.

Fu Ying sat alone for a while. The water in her cup had gone cold. She dipped her finger into the water and wrote a character on the table: Wen. The 'Wen' of Wen Changling.

She laughed.

What about a person who shone like stars or the moon, they were still bewitched by the Wen family's girl.

Fu Ying picked up the document Xie Shang had left behind, placed it in her bag, and turned to leave.

She pushed open the door.

A man stood erect at the entrance, nearly one meter ninety in height, his mere presence exuded an intense sense of oppression.

"Madam."