He is Lovestruck in the Revenge-Chapter 54 - 053 Changling made himself available to Xie Shang

Chapter 54: 053: Changling made himself available to Xie Shang (third watch)

Chapter 54: 053: Changling made himself available to Xie Shang (third watch)

Mr. Xie put down the book, “But Miss Wen, I don’t lack money.”

Apart from valuables, there are many other things that Ruyi Pawnshop can take in.

As long as Boss Xie is interested.

After pondering, Wen Changling said, “I don’t have anything else to pawn.”

“You do.”

She lifted her eyelashes, looking at Xie Shang.

“Have you forgotten? I’ve told you before.” This time, the Forest Witch’s apple was in Xie Shang’s hand, and the right to dig the heart had turned to him, “Miss Wen, you are very expensive.”

What he wanted as a pawn was a person.

And Wen Changling was a clever person.

An incense burner for repelling mosquitoes lay on the ground, and Xie Shang took a new stick of incense out of the incense box, “I’ll give you the time it takes for one incense stick to burn to consider whether to pawn or not.”

He removed the stick of incense that had burned halfway from the burner and lit a new one.

The Tao Te Ching was set aside, the pages fluttering in the breeze. The tea had gone cold, and he lit the fire again to warm the tea.

He was not in a hurry.

The net had already been cast, he just needed to wait.

There was wind in the night, and the stick of incense burned quickly, spinning thin trails of smoke around Wen Changling’s eyes, forming a foggy, indistinct flower. The incense not only repelled mosquitoes but also soothed the mind.

“I’ll pawn.”

“What would you like me to help you with?” Mr. Xie was very patient, “Take your time to think, you are now my VIP, with no limitations, you can have anything you want.”

Wen Changling didn’t need to think slowly, her purpose was clear the moment she knocked on the door, “Zeng Zhili is in my yard, after tonight, I never want to see him again.”

“Alright,” Mr. Xie cut off the half-burned stick of incense with scissors and suddenly asked, “Did you get your fix that day?”

Wen Changling honestly replied, “No.”

“Then let you get your fix today.”

Mr. Xie came over and led her into his bedroom.

The room contained very few items, but many books—culture and geography, mechanical dynamics, Sutras and essays… everything was there, his reading tastes were rich, and his knowledge was extensive. Next to the bookcase stood two glass cabinets with various incense tools and several perfume bottles inside.

He took a new pillow from the cabinet.

“You sleep here for an hour, I’ll come to wake you up after an hour.”

Wen Changling obediently took the pillow.

Mr. Xie left, gently closing the door behind him.

Wen Changling removed her glasses and hearing aid, placing them in turn on the bedside table. She lay down, snuggling into Mr. Xie’s blanket, allowing his scent to recklessly permeate her being.

She and Mr. Xie could no longer be neighbors…

Groggily, she didn’t know whether she had fallen asleep or how long it had been until someone gently patted the blanket. She opened her eyes and reached for the hearing aid to put it on.

“Changling.”

Mr. Xie called her without using her last name for the first time.

Wen Changling slowly came to her senses, then got up and put on her glasses.

The red apple was ready, the Forest Witch was out to hunt.

It was an abandoned school. From Lotus Pond Street, it took over an hour to drive there, the road was bumpy and the pitted cement road grew more remote as it stretched out. The school backed onto a mountain and must have been abandoned a long time ago, dust and cobwebs were everywhere.

Only one classroom had a light on, and Mr. Xie pushed open the door.

An old ceiling fan had been removed, and from it hung a thick rope, tied at one end to the reinforcement bars and at the other end, suspending a living person—still breathing but motionless.

The living person, upon seeing Wen Changling, began to whimper, but his mouth was stuffed, rendering him unable to speak.

In Wen Changling’s eyes, Mr. Xie did not see fear, but excitement instead.

He picked up a stick, led her to Zeng Zhili’s inverted position, and wrapped one end of the stick with his own handkerchief, ensuring no fingerprints of hers would remain.

“You can do whatever you want.”

He handed the stick to her.

Zeng Zhili swung wildly in terror, pleading with his eyes for Wen Changling to spare him.

She took a step forward only to realize that Mr. Xie had not followed, and turned back to look for him subconsciously. He was right there, within reach, his soothing voice gentle yet forceful, “Don’t be afraid, no matter what happens, I will take the blame for you.”

The handkerchief used by Mr. Xie was embroidered with his courtesy name: Ji Fu.

All the events that happened in this classroom tonight were his responsibility.

Bewitched, Wen Changling raised the stick in her hand.

There was absolutely no one else like Mr. Xie in this world, he was truly crazy, but Wen Changling liked that, the thrill of acting without restraint, the satisfaction of settling scores.

When it was over, her hands were stained with blood.

There was a restroom nearby, and Mr. Xie took her to wash her hands. The handkerchief embroidered with his courtesy name lay carelessly on the ground, and he watched indifferently as Wen Changling washed her hands over and over.

Until her hands turned red.

Mr. Xie went over, turned off the tap, “That’s enough.”

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She sniffed, feeling the psychological effect, “There’s a smell.”

She felt dirty.

Mr. Xie took a piece of agarwood that had been polished from his bead bracelet, lit it with a lighter, and placed it on the washbasin. Waiting for the fragrance to emerge, he held Wen Changling’s hand over the agarwood, letting the smoke curl around her fingertips.

The scent was similar to that of his blanket, but differed.

His taste was exquisite, every incense precisely capturing Wen Changling’s preferences.

“Did you get all the grudges out of your system?” Mr. Xie asked her.

“Yes.”

The smoke of the agarwood was not burning but warm, wrapping around their fingers.

Mr. Xie lowered his head and sniffed her hand, “There’s no smell now.”

Wen Changling realized that Mr. Xie was no longer keeping his social distance from her, not sure if it was because of that out-of-control kiss that night, or because of the pawn transaction that just took place between them. Anyway, boundaries were being crossed, and she was crossing them too.

“Send him to prison, a person like him, if you look closely, should not lack evidence of crime.”

Zeng Zhili was still breathing; although Wen Changling had lost some control earlier, she had held back when acting, she could not let the handkerchief embroidered with Mr. Xie’s courtesy name become evidence.

Mr. Xie agreed, “Alright.”

Footsteps approached from outside; it was two people, they walked over.

Mr. Xie shielded Wen Changling behind him to prevent the newcomers from seeing her face.

“Mr. Xie.”

Hidden behind Mr. Xie, Wen Changling could only see half of the man’s face, his jaw covered in red and black tattoos.