He is Lovestruck in the Revenge-Chapter 186 - 179 Miss Wen left a tooth mark theres no denying

Chapter 186: 179: Miss Wen left a tooth mark, there’s no denying it (Second Update)

Chapter 186: 179: Miss Wen left a tooth mark, there’s no denying it (Second Update)

Xie Shang gazed at the empty room, lost in thought, in a daze. He sat for a long time before rising from the bed and walking into the yard.

The cat lay on the wicker chair basking in the sunlight, its eyelids drooping, tail swishing contentedly.

Xie Shang walked over.

“Meow.”

He bent down slightly and touched the cat’s head, “Did she come by?”

“Meow.”

The cat affectionately rubbed its head against the palm of his master.

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Xie Shang withdrew his hand, rolled up his sleeve, revealing a bite mark on his arm.

He smiled.

People’s habits are hard to change, just like how he liked to bite Miss Wen’s nape gently from behind, and Miss Wen always responded by biting his arm vigorously.

He caressed the mark on his arm, “Sleep with me and then throw me away, how can she be so heartless.”

“Meow.”

The mistress had fed it, and with its belly full and quenched thirst, it squinted its cat eyes and dozed off.

Winter was nearing, and the sun was very gentle.

Xie Shang raised his hand slightly to shield his eyes, looking at the sun, looking at the bite mark on his hand.

There was a nightingale in an Andersen fairy tale.

It was willing to sing until death for the one rose that wouldn’t bloom for it atop Homer’s grave.

*****

At KE headquarters.

Meng Wenting had but one thought at the moment, how audacious to stage a coup so blatantly at the headquarters, right under his father’s nose.

“How are you considering my proposal?”

Meng Wenting had been tossing and turning for two nights, still unable to make up his mind, “Aside from the two elders and me, those remaining on the committee are tough nuts to crack.”

Meng Wenting was also a member of the KE Management Committee. In terms of seniority, in terms of win rate, he was no less than Xie Liangjiang, yet for many years, he had been subservient to others.

Xie Shang sat on the opposite sofa, appearing as casual as if he were making idle conversation, “At the next partners’ meeting, there will be a reshuffle of the committee members.”

Meng Wenting was shocked, “You’re going to change the members?”

How to change them? Each person who made it to the KE Management Committee had their own set of skills. Meng Wenting couldn’t help but look at Xie Shang, only in his twenties, so young, yet he exuded a confidence and ease that seemed innate, aristocratic, detached, able to control the whole situation with adeptness, compelling respect from others.

“Give me your answer after the meeting,” Xie Shang said, then stood up.

“I have another question.”

Xie Shang stopped.

Meng Wenting asked, “Why choose me?”

“You are the most unwilling to submit to Xie Liangjiang.”

Xie Shang pushed open the door and left.

At the doorway stood a person, their gazes coincidentally locked on each other.

It’s a curious thing, magnetic fields.

In that moment, two different magnetic fields collided intensely, not blending, not harmonizing, belonging to different worlds. One was utterly calm, the other looked on with amusement.

Xie Shang took a step to the left.

The other went right, passing by without contact.

An assistant lawyer led the way ahead, courteously speaking, “Please, Young Master Jiang.”

Jiang Chengxue.

Xie Shang knew him, the new star of the Linbei business district, he had briefly dealt with an intellectual property case for Eastern Automobile.

Jiang Chengxue entered Meng Wenting’s office, the door closed behind him and the Venetian blinds were drawn. Xie Shang glanced in that direction, and a sharp-eyed colleague immediately came over.

“Do you know him, Lawyer Xie?”

“No, I don’t.”

“He’s the new chairman of Eastern Automobile. He’s here for a succession matter. No one knows if Chairman Jiang has lost his mind, leaving all his business to an outsider.”

Jiang Chengxue wasn’t a member of the Jiang Family.

He was seven when he entered the Jiang household with his remarried mother. After she passed away, he was abandoned by the family. Some twist of fate occurred later, and Jiang Chengxue was recognized by the family again and inherited their wealth.

The weather had been clear for several days.

These days Wen Changling drove to and from work by herself, feeling that her driving had vastly improved.

The night shift ended at eight in the morning. Due to a delay, her colleague arrived a bit late, and by the time they finished the handover, it was almost nine. Her car was parked in the hospital’s underground parking lot.

The dim lighting of the underground parking lot made it an incredibly easy place to get lost. Unable to find her car, she pressed her car key repeatedly, searching vehicle by vehicle.

There was a slope ahead, and a white medicine bottle rolled down from above. Wen Changling stopped; the bottle was halted by her feet, ceasing to roll and settling beside her.

She picked it up and read the label on the bottle.

It was for the heart.

Following the direction the bottle had come from, she walked uphill. There were parking spaces above, and one of the lights was broken, casting darkness. Through the dimness, she made out a figure leaning against the wall in the corner.

She approached.

“How many?”

He looked up, drenched in sweat, his eyes bright as he fixed them on her, “Just one.”

Wen Changling handed him one pill, Mr. Veterinarian.

He swallowed the medicine, obviously accustomed to doing so; no water needed. Still leaning against the wall, he slowly straightened his back. He was tall and lean, the kind of lean with some muscle, not just skinny.

Wen Changling had never seen an Easterner with such deep-set eyes; the intensity of their direct gaze exerted a strong pressure. Perhaps due to feeling unwell, he looked paler than last time, reminiscent of those blood-sucking ghouls in foreign films Wen had seen, an air of dried-up “deathliness” about him.

Out of professional nursing conduct, Wen Changling inquired, “Do you need me to call for emergency assistance?”

She remembered the veterinarian’s name, Jiang Chengxue.

He seemed to have recovered somewhat, his gaze becoming leisurely and lazy once again, “I’ve already made the call.”

Still exercising her professional nursing diligence, Wen Changling didn’t leave, but stayed with him, waiting. No conversation, no eye contact; she stood aside, like a backdrop, just keeping a watchful ear on the patient’s breathing.

It was a bit labored, but relatively normal.

In the dark, a pair of eyes fixedly stared into the distance, tired, gloomy, yet burning brightly.

“Chairman Jiang.”

Someone had arrived.

Wen Changling turned and walked away.

Jiang Chengxue’s secretary hustled over, carefully supporting him.

He remained motionless, cocking his head, his hand reaching toward his heart.

Wow, it’s beating as if it’s sick.

He felt exhilarated, a kind of excitement he had never felt before.