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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

130: Paranoid Xie Shang, Making Mistakes and Rebelling (Second Updated Chapter)

Xie Shang left, and in the very spot where he had just stood, someone else waited, also anticipating someone's arrival.

The fortune-teller's gaze locked on, "Lady, why not have your fortune told?"

It was the exact same pitch as before, not a word changed, "Seek fortune and avoid calamity, no charge if it's not accurate."

The lady's surname was Jhiang, and atop her head she wore a luminous, amusement park-exclusive, oversized butterfly knot hairband, let's tentatively call her Mrs. Jhiang.

Mrs. Jhiang did not approach.

The persistent fortune-teller made a finger-calculating gesture, "Lady, you have been troubled by emotional issues recently, come on, have a reading."

Mrs. Jhiang hesitated, possibly bored from waiting too long, and went over.

The fortune-teller gestured with both hands, "Scan here."

"..."

Left on the table next to the red paper and divination slip of the previous customer, untouched, it all seemed quite unreliable.

Mrs. Jhiang scanned twenty yuan.