He is Lovestruck in the Revenge-Chapter 71 - 070 Changlings ruthlessness the cause of Xie Shangs

Chapter 71: 070: Changling’s ruthlessness, the cause of Xie Shang’s uncle’s death (first update)

Chapter 71: 070: Changling’s ruthlessness, the cause of Xie Shang’s uncle’s death (first update)

Old Lady Liao, who had just been arrogant, suddenly became a bit panicked, “Why are you closing the door?”

Changling, wearing a mask, said, “You’re too loud.”

She placed the medical tray she had brought onto the table, having anticipated that the old lady would throw things. The tray contained newly prepared medications, syringes, and fresh IV needles.

She picked up a syringe and unwrapped it.

The sound of the plastic wrapper crackled.

Old Lady Liao felt panicky at the sound and immediately pulled out the needle, “I don’t want you to give me an injection.”

Changling inserted the needle of the syringe into a vial, drew out the air, and injected the diluent, her movements neither hurried nor slow, very professional, “Then what do you want?”

“Did you do it on purpose? Press on my leg?”

Changling shook her head, “I didn’t.” She swirled the vial, letting the medicine powder fully dissolve in the diluent.

Old Lady Liao thought back to the scene of the accident, her memory slowly becoming clear. She remembered the look she saw at the time. The perpetrator smiled at her coldly, as if to say: Don’t blame me, you asked for it.

“You did! You did it on purpose!”

Changling approached the bedside and pushed the medicated solution from the syringe into the IV bag.

“Yes, I did.”

She admitted it.

Old Lady Liao was dumbstruck.

Changling set down the syringe and picked up a new IV needle.

Old Lady Liao instinctively hid behind the bed, “I’m not getting an IV, I’m not taking this medicine!”

It must be an attempt to harm her, it must be!

Old Lady Liao desperately pounded and waved her arms, “I’m not getting an IV! Get away, get away!”

“Without an injection, you won’t get better.”

If she didn’t get better, when would she be able to enter the detention facility?

Changling grasped the old lady’s hand, exerted a bit of force, pressed down on her arm, and inserted the needle into her flesh.

“You, you—”

Old Lady Liao couldn’t break free and spoke in horror, unable to finish her sentence.

Changling taped the needle in place, readjusted the IV drip rate, turned to look at the old lady slumped on the bed, and gently offered a kind warning, “Don’t go out and fake accidents again in the future. Not every time can you be so lucky. This time it was just a leg that got crushed. Next time? Who knows.”

Old Lady Liao was terrified, numbly staring at those eyes that sent shivers down her spine.

She spoke softly and calmly, “Be a bit more polite to my colleagues too.”

After speaking, she cleaned up the medical waste, carried the tray, and limped out of the sickroom.

Why was it pressing on the leg?

Because her leg was sprained, that’s why.

The horizon began to show twilight hues, spreading a swath of orange-red.

“I’ve lost,” said Gu Kaiyun as he put down the white piece in his hand.

Xie Shang asked, “Still want to play?”

Gu Kaiyun shook his head.

He and Xie Shang didn’t often play against each other, occasionally having a casual game, with victories on both sides. The tea had gone cold, he refilled it, sitting quietly without any intention of leaving yet.

Xie Shang said bluntly, “You have something to say.”

Gu Kaiyun, however, replied, “I came to listen to what you have to say.”

The rumor that Gu Yihuan had spread about Xie Shang liking Gu Kaiyun wasn’t completely baseless. There was an unspoken understanding between Xie Shang and Gu Kaiyun.

Gu Kaiyun knew everything about Xie Shang, he was the person who understood him best.

“Her name is Changling,” said Xie Shang, “She’s the daughter of Wen Yuan.”

As Gu Kaiyun had surmised, he knew what Xie Shang intended to do. The death of Xie Qingze was a knot in Xie Shang’s heart that had not been untangled.

Gu Kaiyun didn’t want to dissuade, but merely stated a fact, “Your uncle’s death can’t be entirely blamed on her.”

Xie Qingze had died in an accident.

During a thunderous rainy day, he went up the mountain alone in search of Wen Yuan’s daughter and accidentally fell off a cliff.

“Whose fault is that?” Xie Shang calmly and coldly asked, “Wen Yuan’s?”

“It was an accident.”

So what if it was an accident?

At that time, as his uncle’s body was still warm, he headed alone to Wind Town, wanting to see what kind of magic the Wen family mother and daughter possessed.

He never saw Wen Changling’s face, the eighteen-year-old girl had her back to him, broom in hand, sweeping the reporters who came for news out of the house, indifferently saying, “That person has nothing to do with our family.”

That person.

She referred to someone who died searching for her like this, without any sense of guilt.

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At Xie Qingze’s funeral, Wen Yuan and her daughter did not appear; they moved away quietly. Wen Changling’s name had become his obsession since Xie Shang was nineteen.

“I’ve thought a few times about just forgetting it, as she was the one who bumped into it.”

It was Wen Changling who again and again appeared before his eyes, reminding him over and over that his uncle’s death was not worth it. He even suspected that Wen Changling didn’t know, or rather, didn’t remember his uncle’s name.

After listening, Gu Kaiyun was silent for a while and then he asked a very abrupt question, “Did you fall in love with her?”

Xie Shang laughed, finding it ridiculous.

“A person like Miss Wen is hard to move with just a lot of love.”

So he would give her plenty of love, only in that way could he cut open her heart of stone.

Xie Shang stood up: “I need to go pick up Miss Wen.”

The next day.

Old Lady Liao, who was pretending to be hurt, was transferred to another hospital.

During the days Wen Changling was recuperating, Xie Shang picked her up every day. The neighbors of Lotus Pond Street were all talking about how affectionate they were, thinking even the family’s attempt to separate them wouldn’t work, saying that Xiao Wen Miss had struck it rich, and would later get half of the bank.

On Monday, a customer visited Ruyi Pawnshop, a man in his early thirties.

Qian Zhouzhou attended to him: “May I have your name, sir?”

The gentleman seemed to have come surreptitiously, very insecure, looking frequently towards the door, all sneaky: “My surname is Zou.”

“Mr. Zou, what would you like to pawn?”

Mr. Zou leaned over the counter and whispered quietly, “I want to see Boss Xie.”

The boss only personally attended to VIP customers, and Qian Zhouzhou was about to find an excuse to send him away.

But then Mr. Zou mysteriously mentioned something that sounded like a shocking secret: “The thing I want to pawn is related to your boss’ wife.”

The boss’ wife?

Miss Wen?

Qian Zhouzhou couldn’t take this lightly, coming out from behind the counter: “Please wait a moment.”

Before long, Qian Zhouzhou returned and led the customer to the tea room in the backyard.

Mr. Zou was clutching a laptop bag under his arm, covering it with one hand as if guarding a treasure. He couldn’t help but look around; the old courtyard was the same as the others, but there was something different here—many flowers and plants were grown, names unknown, but they all seemed to be no ordinary species.

Even this unrefined man could smell a delicate fragrance, like that of some kind of wood.

“Please take a seat.”

Xie Shang poured tea for the guest.

Mr. Zou sat down.

“May I take a look at your item?”

Mr. Zou took out the laptop from his bag, opened it, and plugged in a USB drive.

His item was a video, something his car dash cam had unintentionally recorded.

After watching, Xie Shang turned off the video and asked Mr. Zou, “What do you want?”

Qian Zhouzhou pricked up her ears, expecting to hear some earth-shattering conspiracy.

But she saw Mr. Zou with red eyes, sobbing as he said, “I want to divorce my wife.” He bitterly accused her, “She abused me.”

Qian Zhouzhou: “…”

Not every visitor to Ruyi Pawnshop had grand ambitions, some were simply overwhelmed by the burdens of life.

Mr. Zou had another request, which he emphasized: “After the divorce, the child must be mine.”