He is Lovestruck in the Revenge-Chapter 163 - 156 Changling Finds Herself Falling in Love (First

Chapter 163: 156: Changling Finds Herself Falling in Love (First Update)

Chapter 163: 156: Changling Finds Herself Falling in Love (First Update)

Today, Su Nanzhi finished work early, only able to visit in the evenings on other days. She heard from Madam Zhai at home that Xie Shang’s girlfriend hadn’t come by these past few days.

“Did you have a fight with Miss Wen?”

Xie Shang’s page-turning paused briefly, “No.”

Su Nanzhi fumbled as she peeled an apple, clearly inexperienced, “Is she very busy?”

“Mhm.”

Xie Shang had been speaking less these days.

“Don’t you have anything you want to tell me?” Su Nanzhi could tell that there was likely a problem between Xie Shang and Wen Changling. She took the initiative to steer the conversation, “We can chat about anything, I don’t know much about Miss Wen.”

Xie Shang’s fingers caressed the pages of the book, a foreign book with the title translated to “Hungry Town” using Imperial script. The residents of the town contracted a virus that made them constantly hungry, and they began to devour each other. It was a story with some gore and violence, with no happy ending—in the end, not a single person in the town survived.

There were different translations available overseas; some directly translated the hunger virus as Greed.

Xie Shang had read the book twice over these past few days; not because he particularly enjoyed it, but possibly due to lethargy, too lazy to switch books, too lazy to do anything, really.

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He now seemed too lazy to even turn the page, tossing the book aside carelessly, “She has a reason for not coming to see me, I hope you won’t misunderstand her.”

He didn’t want his family to think poorly of Wen Changling.

Su Nanzhi glanced at the apple marred with scars, gave up peeling it, and bit into it with the skin still on, “I get it, you think I hold a grudge against her.”

When Xie Shang had previously been indifferent to women, Su Nanzhi hoped he would get a taste of romance. But now that she saw how deeply he had fallen, she feared he might hurt himself badly.

Su Nanzhi wasn’t a vindictive person.

Gu Yihuan was.

He loitered outside the sickroom, intentionally avoiding Xie Shang as he complained about Wen Changling, “What’s the deal with Wen Changling? She doesn’t even show her face. When Pang Shifang had his appendix removed, his girlfriend took care of him incessantly, without a moment’s rest. But Wen Changling? She’s just vanished off the face of the earth.” Gu Yihuan grew angrier as he spoke, “This won’t do, I need to go find her.”

He Dongzhou took a chair to sit down; he didn’t sleep well in Little Scar’s room last night and felt sleepy, “Don’t be a nuisance.”

Gu Yihuan was anxious, “If we don’t get her here, what do we do? Fourth Brother tells me nothing.”

He could see that Xie Shang was waiting for Wen Changling.

“I got up around three or four in the morning to use the toilet yesterday and saw Fourth Brother smoking outside by himself. No wonder his wounds aren’t healing; he’s not recuperating, he’s plainly suffering.”

In his heart, Gu Yihuan cursed: Wen Changling, heart of stone; Wen Changling, heart of a wolf and lungs of a dog; Wen Changling, face human but heart beastly; Wen Changling, heartless and unjust; Wen Changling, cruel and merciless; Wen Changling, utterly infuriating…

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“Gan Lishu has submitted the application for retrial, and with Dong Wanlong as a witness, the drunk driving case from four years ago shouldn’t have any more surprises. A hit-and-run causing death, bribing witnesses, and finding someone else to take the blame—these three charges combined, Pang Shifang is looking at at least a decade in prison,” Fu Ying said, “and if Xu Zhonghan betrays him, he could be sentenced even longer.”

Wen Changling’s cell phone was on speaker, lying on the bamboo bed as she herself lay there, “Xu Zhonghan probably won’t betray Pang Shifang. I’ve checked his file; his relationship with Pang Shifang isn’t just that of employer and employee. They have been classmates since primary school and when he was previously in prison, it was Pang Shifang who secretly helped him. Xu Zhonghan has also received psychological therapy; he has a mild antisocial inclination, lacking strong material desires and not greedy for money.”

“Changling, when you saw the business card for Ruyi Pawnshop, did you suspect Xie Shang?”

At that time, both Fu Ying and Wen Changling thought Dong Wanlong had been dismembered, and the business card for Ruyi Pawnshop was found in Dong Wanlong’s residence. Theoretically speaking, Xie Shang was a “suspect”.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Wen Changling answered, “I didn’t doubt it.” She gazed at the night sky and said with conviction, “Xie Shang wouldn’t kill anyone.”

Xie Shang was a lawyer who knew the law well; though sometimes he could be crazy and enjoyed thrills, he had his boundaries; and Xie Shang was clever—if he truly wanted to kill someone, he wouldn’t need to do it himself.

Wen Changling looked up at the scattered stars in the sky. Had his wounds healed?

“Meow.”

Huahua jumped onto the fence again.

Wen Changling hung up the phone, sat up, and looked at the cat on the fence, “Come down.”

Huahua meowed.

“Why do you always like going over to his side?”

The disobedient cat.

Wen Changling no longer liked it, “Your cat food is all bought by me.” Huahua understood human nature, and might understand, so she scolded, “Traitor.”

“Meow.”

Wen Changling got up, moved the ladder over, and tried to catch the traitor. As soon as she climbed up, the traitor leaped and jumped into Xie Shang’s yard.

So annoying.

Wen Changling climbed over the fence to catch the cat.

She was not good at catching cats and didn’t catch any. Unconsciously, she walked to Xie Shang’s door. She knew where Xie Shang hid the spare key.

She opened the door.

She didn’t know what she was doing, just zoning out, with her behavior controlled by instinct and habit. She sat in Xie Shang’s chair, opened the incense burner, inside there was a piece of agarwood that hadn’t burned completely. Like many times before, she lit the agarwood. She was now very skilled at lighting agarwood, having seen it too many times, and Xie Shang had taught her as well.

On the table was a book Xie Shang often read. She flipped it open, and it was about various kinds of agarwood and sandalwood.

One of the pages introduced: “Chinese honeycomb, produced in Udarami, shaped like a beehive, smells similar to gardenias, and prolonged exposure can induce hallucinations, also known as Daydream Fragrance.”

Xie Shang had mentioned this kind of fragrance to her before, but she hadn’t paid much attention.

The scent from the incense burner slowly emerged, a very faint floral scent, like the gardenias blooming all over the mountains in May.

Wen Changling suddenly realized, staring at the incense burner, she accidentally knocked the book with her elbow, and it fell to the ground. She had smelled this scent before; the last time she lit the incense, it was this scent. She hurriedly picked up the book and flipped to the page that introduced the Chinese honeycomb, which had an illustration.

The piece of agarwood in the burner was beehive-shaped, dark brown, just like the one in the picture.

Xie Shang had said that prolonged exposure to Chinese honeycomb could induce hallucinations, making people see whatever they wished to see, hence the alias Daydream Fragrance. That time she lit the incense, besides Ah Na, she had also seen another person. Could Daydream Fragrance also make one see two people? It surely couldn’t be accurate.

Wen Changling stared at the agarwood in the burner for a long time, repeatedly telling herself that it couldn’t be accurate; it was just a piece of aromatic material. She leaned in, blowing hard on the burner, hoping it would burn out quickly, turning those absurd possibilities to ash.

Squeak—

The wind blew the door open.

Wen Changling instinctively looked up, “Xie Shang.”

“Meow.”

Xie Shang had disappeared again.

Huahua crouched in the doorway, meowing at her as if to say, “You’re a traitor too.”