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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

151: Miss Wen soft-hearted, allowing Xie Shang to have his wish (second update)

The media was omnipresent; the dismemberment case hit the top news.

Pamdow's general manager's office.

"It wasn't you?"

Xu Zhonghan replied, "At the construction site, let him run away."

According to the original plan, it was supposed to be taken care of at the construction site, but it wasn't successful.

Xu Zhonghan's appearance and build were unremarkable, with a medium stature, neither fat nor thin, not tall nor short, and with no standout features, making him easily forgettable.

Criminal investigators knew that people without distinguishing characteristics were more difficult to investigate.

Pang Shifang paced back and forth in front of his office desk, anxious yet surprisingly relieved, as if struck by a huge pie in this contradictory manner.

"Who the heck killed him?"

Murder, dismemberment—these aren't things a normal person could do.

One thing Pang Shifang could be sure of: "Definitely not the person who's been trying to dig up dirt on me."

So who could it be?