He is Lovestruck in the Revenge-Chapter 165 - 158 Waking up in the early morning the secret of

Chapter 165: 158: Waking up in the early morning, the secret of Changling (first update)

Chapter 165: 158: Waking up in the early morning, the secret of Changling (first update)

The clouds were torn open, letting through a bright orange light.

Wen Changling stood with her back to Xie Shang, watching the morning light slowly seep through the gaps beneath the curtains.

“It’s dawn.”

She didn’t know when she had fallen asleep last night, or perhaps she never did, her consciousness hazy as if she heard the nurses speaking or maybe it was all a dream.

Xie Shang’s arms tightened a little, “Are you leaving?”

“Mhm.”

The effect of the Daydream Fragrance had worn off; it was time for her to be clear-headed.

Xie Shang released his hold, offering no resistance to her leaving.

The night Wen Changling suddenly came asking him if he had any wishes, he learned something.

That night, he asked Wen Changling, “If you got pregnant, would you marry me?”

Wen Changling didn’t answer.

“I have only one wish,” he said, “I hope Miss Wen could love me.”

She came to his side without putting on a thick coat, while the nights in the capital were chilly in September. He held her until her hands warmed up a bit and then took off his coat to put on her.

“Let’s go, I’ll take you back.”

It was very late, the whole Lotus Pond Street was quiet, with only the occasional sound of the wind rustling the leaves. The stars were not bright that night, and the moon was veiled.

Wen Changling went back to sleep, curling up in a ball with the quilt against the corner of the wall after lying down, leaving only the back of her head to Xie Shang: “Help me close the door when you leave.”

“Mhm.”

Xie Shang closed the door behind him but didn’t rush back to his own yard, instead sitting on the bamboo bed under the tree outside, his mind somewhat in disarray as he pondered the recent events.

If she really got pregnant, would Wen Changling keep it?

He didn’t think she would.

“Meow.”

Huahua came strolling back from outside, making her cat steps on the corridor outside Wen Changling’s room.

Xie Shang went over and picked her up, taking her outside. The cat lay down for a moment then wandered off, beginning to meow again.

“Meow.”

“Meow.”

The cat’s cry was penetrating and disturbing to one’s peaceful sleep at night.

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Xie Shang, afraid that Huahua might disturb Wen Changling, resolved to take her to his place. But the lively tabby cat went upstairs instead, calling out continuously.

It hid in a corner by the door.

Xie Shang approached, squatting down to take it away.

Using its paws, the cat clawed at the door, which wasn’t locked, and pushed it open a crack to nimbly slip inside.

Xie Shang followed suit, with the light switch right beside the door frame. After turning on the light, Xie Shang was able to see clearly inside the room, directly opposite the door was a set of six computers, next to a garbage bin. There was a piece of paper on the floor with familiar handwriting, prompting Xie Shang to pick it up.

[Xie Shang:

** October 11 of the year.

187.

Blood type O.

Perfumer.

Took over Ruyi Pawnshop four years ago. The pawnshop only accepts dead pledges, and he only sees VIP clients.

He likes listening to stories.

Doesn’t stay up late, loves to drink tea, loves to light incense, occasionally smokes, occasionally drinks, but not good with alcohol.

Regularly exercises twice a week at the city sports center. Frequently partakes in extreme sports.

Gets irritable on thunderstorm days, is fickle, don’t provoke him then.

When in a good mood, he’s very approachable.

Hates waiting for people, never waits, but always early.

Elegant, wild, well-read, loves excitement, loves challenging adventures.

Not many friends, Gu Yihuan, Gu Kaiyun, He Dongzhou, Guan Sixing.

Xie Qingze’s death anniversary, he would go to Lileitu, to Mingmang Snow Mountain.

Proficient in many things. Skiing, racing, diving, parachuting…

Not proficient in… (crossed out with a pen), not skilled with chopsticks.]

This was a handwritten observation note, and the script was Wen Changling’s.

On the opposite photo wall, right in the center was Xie Liangjiang’s photo with a dart piercing through his throat, and in the lower left corner was a photo of Xie Shang.

Xie Shang walked up to the photo wall.

His photo was from two years ago, taken in Lileitu. So, Wen Changling had been laying out her plans that early. No wonder they could meet in Lileitu, no wonder she appeared on a thunderstorm day, no wonder she became his VIP client, following his script, engaging with him. What he thought were coincidences were all her meticulous schemes.

He finally understood her true purpose for joining forces with Fu Ying to lure him into the game and also understood the question she had asked several times: [If you fall in love with someone, to what extent can you go? Would you betray your closest ones for her?]

The man who spent his days hunting geese got his eyes pecked out by a goose.

Wen Changling was the hunter, camouflaged as the prey, coming to his side.

Bewitched, enticed, thrilled, deeply in love, loving without obtaining, in painful desperation—this was the script he had prepared for Wen Changling, and it was also the script Wen Changling had prepared for him.

He put the paper filled with observation notes back in its place, choosing to feign ignorance.

*****

Gu Yihuan slept on a chair in the corridor all night. He thought he would be too curious to sleep, but in reality, he fell asleep within five minutes of lying down. He really wanted to share some of his good sleeping abilities with Xie Shang.

When he returned to the ward, wrapped in his quilt, Wen Changling was no longer in the room, and the chief surgeon was cleaning Xie Shang’s incision again.

“How did your incision start bleeding?”

So naïve was Gu Yihuan that, if it were He Dongzhou, he’d understand all sorts of situations where a man and a woman could produce blood.

Yawning, Gu Yihuan tousled his hair, his neck sore. He rubbed it, having slept in a bad position.

After treating the incision, the doctor left.

Holding the blood-stained hospital garb in his hands, Xie Shang asked Gu Yihuan, “Why did you sleep outside last night?”

Amnesia?

“You told me to go out,” Gu Yihuan moved his stiff neck, “Wasn’t it because you found me disturbing you and Wen Changling?”

Xie Shang knew.

He just wanted to confirm that Wen Changling had really been there.