He is Lovestruck in the Revenge-Chapter 59 - Episode 058 Wanting to Bite Xie Shangs Mole (First

Chapter 59: Episode 058: Wanting to Bite Xie Shang’s Mole (First Update)

Chapter 59: Episode 058: Wanting to Bite Xie Shang’s Mole (First Update)

“Let’s hug,” he said, his gaze deep, emotions obscured by the night, gentle and blurry, somewhat unreal, “Hug me, you have to get used to me.”

Ms. Su Nanzhi once said that, in a close relationship, hugging can make people let down their guard easier than kissing, and then become dependent and deeply in love.

After he made his request, he waited, waiting for Wen Changling to take the initiative.

She paused for a moment, walked over, lifting both hands at the same time. Her movements were clearly inexperienced, awkwardly wrapping around his waist, hugging him loosely.

She was used to being alone and was very unfamiliar with intimacy with others.

Xie Shang sighed helplessly, took her hands, and placed them snugly on his waist: “The person is yours, what are you afraid of touching?”

He was wearing thin clothes, and her fingertips could feel the contours of his muscles, a sense of absolute overpowering strength. That was the impression he always gave her, like being in the center of a mighty army—very safe, yet very dangerous at the same time.

She rested her face against his body, letting herself get used to this closeness. His body heat was very warm, constantly distracting her thoughts. She felt like she should say something.

Her nose brushed against his collar as she said, “Your scent is really nice, every single one of them.”

“It rubbed off when I was blending scents.”

The role of Fragrance Master had been Xie Qingze’s dream, a term slightly different from the modern perfumer, harking back to more ancient times. Perfumers focus on creating fragrances, while the traditional Fragrance Masters placed more emphasis on managing and offering scents.

More than creating fragrances, Xie Qingze enjoyed the process of selecting scents for others, burning incense for every mood was his passion.

Xie Shang had no dream that he felt compelled to pursue, and so Xie Qingze’s dream became something he steadfastly worked on.

Wen Changling became suddenly curious, “You’ve never told me about your side business.”

She looked up, eager to listen.

Lotus Pond Street was lined with old houses, some of which still had thresholds, like Granny Zhu’s house. Xie Shang lifted Wen Changling up so that her feet were on the threshold, eliminating the need for her to look up.

His grandmother was a daughter of a traditional family, so there were many rules in their household. When he was a child, his grandmother had told him that stepping on thresholds was disrespectful.

Wen Changling could be disrespectful to him because, after all, he was the one who had first been disrespectfully forward.

“I have a friend named He Dongzhou, who’s really good at business. He started a company that specializes in making scents. He handles the business side, and I blend scents occasionally.”

The only domestic perfume company Wen Changling knew was, “Noon Ferry?”

“Mhm.”

Jiahui loved perfumes, so Wen Changling had heard a bit from her. It was said that every fragrance from Noon Ferry was highly sought after. Many international brands wanted to replicate them but couldn’t recreate the exact scents.

Jiahui also mentioned that Noon Ferry’s bottles were very beautiful, adorned with intangible cultural heritage paintings, hard to collect, and a full classic set could be worth an apartment in a secondary city.

It was clear that He Dongzhou knew how to make money.

Wen Changling sincerely praised, “Your friend is very impressive.”

Xie Shang hummed in agreement, “What about me?”

She smiled, “You are impressive too.”

Because Wen Changling was standing right under the lantern, the apricot-yellow light fell directly on them. She only had to look down slightly to clearly see the small mole on Xie Shang’s collarbone.

The Creator really had favored him, every detail on his body was perfectly placed.

“You have a mole here.”

Wen Changling touched it with her finger, not thinking much of it, as if possessed—despite having just hesitated to hug him with any force.

She kept staring at it.

Xie Shang didn’t tug at his collar, letting her look, “Do you like it?”

She was always very honest, “Mhm.”

Wanted to bite, bite until it bleeds.

Xie Shang smiled in response, with a kind of indulgent compliance, “Oh, got it.”

She looked up.

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Got what? Did he understand her true thoughts?

She reached out again, to touch the mole on his collarbone, she wanted to bare her teeth and bite through it.

“Ahem.”

The sudden cough suppressed the budding sadistic desire in Wen Changling. She immediately let go, releasing Xie Shang’s waist, and stepped down from the threshold.

“I’ll go inside first.”

She hurried into the room, closed the door, leaving Xie Shang outside.

Inside, Granny Zhu walked back and forth near the doorway with her hands behind her back, pretending to take a post-meal stroll. But it was way past the time for a digestif walk.

“Granny.”

Granny Zhu asked, “Have you had dinner?”

“Ate in the hospital cafeteria.”

Granny Zhu waved her hand, signaling her to go to sleep quickly, and she herself walked toward her own room. As she reached the door, she couldn’t help but ask one more question, “Are you and Boss Xie dating?”

This old house wasn’t soundproof, and Granny Zhu had good hearing. She had actually noticed something was up. After all, Boss Xie was someone who kept a strong sense of distance with everyone, but not with Wen Changling.

Wen Changling nodded, “Yes, we are.”

Granny Zhu couldn’t help but worry, “Boss Xie is a nice person, but… he’s just not ordinary.”

Sometimes, being ordinary and plain is a blessing.

Xie Shang’s family background was well-known throughout Lotus Pond Street, with his paternal grandfather owning a major law firm and his maternal grandfather owning a bank – such lineage was rare even across the entire capital. Meanwhile, Wen Changling was just a nurse, which in Granny Zhu’s eyes, represented a vast disparity between their family backgrounds.

Wen Changling just smiled, not seeming to care at all, “Granny, I’m not ordinary either.”

Granny Zhu then remembered the incident with Sun Zheng, yes, how could Changling be ordinary. Granny Zhu felt reassured, fanning herself with a palm-leaf fan to chase away mosquitoes, “Have a good talk with him, I think he really values you.”

Granny Zhu went back to her room.

Wen Changling also returned to her own room, using both floors of the backyard building she had rented. Granny Zhu never came over to her side without permission.

Dust had settled on the stairs to the second floor, which she ascended almost without making a sound. The light bulb in the hallway had been used for a long time and was very dim, covered with insects and moths.

Wen Changling used a key to open the lock of a door, an old-fashioned lock, and pushed the door open.

Inside, there was no light on, just the faint glow from a computer screen. The room was almost devoid of furniture, with six computers, a large trash can, and a movable whiteboard wall, plastered with photos.

On the computer screens, a group of people were partying, reveling.

“Tai Shi, we’re out of booze, bring more.”

The bottle swayed, a pop sound, the cork opened, and the liquid sprayed instantly.

Wen Changling walked up to the wall of photos, where the screen’s merry protagonist was now framed, his eyes gouged out by a knife blade.