He is Lovestruck in the Revenge

Chapter 103 - 103 101 Kiss his mole bite until it bleeds chaos

?Chapter 103: 101: Kiss his mole, bite until it bleeds, chaos (first update) Chapter 103: 101: Kiss his mole, bite until it bleeds, chaos (first update) [You guys are so slow]
Wen Changling turned off the computer and restarted it. Within three seconds of the reboot, the computer’s database would automatically delete all used virtual addresses.

She tapped on the keyboard a few times, then stopped and looked at her hands.

The cling film wrapping the phoenix flowers had come loose and needed to be fixed again.

The nails dyed with phoenix flowers had that flesh-orange color. Wen Changling had only applied a light coat, which Granny Zhu said looked pretty.

Wen Changling was scheduled for a night shift today and had spent the day at home. Xie Shang had gone out in the morning and returned to Lotus Pond Street after four in the afternoon. He would soon take Wen Changling to the hospital to start her shift.

She had just woken up and was washing her face at the faucet in the yard.

Xie Shang presumably knew nothing about nail art as he looked at Wen Changling’s hands and asked, “What happened to your hands?”

She extended her wet hands towards Xie Shang, “This is my new nail dye, does it look nice?”

Xie Shang’s mother, Ms. Su Nanzhi, was very keen on doing her nails. Madam Su liked exaggerated styles with diamonds, pearls, and sequins, symbols of her passion.

Xie Shang had no appreciation for this sort of thing.

“What did you dye it with?”

Wen Changling answered, “Phoenix flowers.”

Xie Shang replied to her previous question, “It looks good.”

He was considering whether he should give Miss Wen more pretty jewelry and beautiful dresses, now that she had such pretty nails.

An idea struck Miss Wen, “Do you want to try it out?”

“No.”

Xie Shang refused.

He couldn’t indulge her in everything, right?

Wen Changling had been in a good mood these past two days. When she was in high spirits, she became much more lively, occasionally cracking harmless little jokes.

Like right now.

She tugged at Xie Shang’s sleeve, “Just a bit, hmm?”

It was like she was coquettishly persuading, but not quite; her tone was negotiating, with just the last word tinged with a little soft inflection.

A little was enough.

With just a little appeasement, Xie Shang could give in a lot, a lot more.

He conceded, as if resigning himself, turned on the faucet, and washed his hands clean, “I still have to meet people later, Miss Wen; please be gentle.”

“Okay.”

Wen Changling ran to fetch the phoenix flowers.

She deliberately chose several of the freshest and prettiest blossoms and crushed them in a mortar.

“Give me your hand.”

Xie Shang extended his hand.

It was a powerful hand, a man’s hand, with long knuckles and neatly trimmed nails. The hands that often held a pen and engaged in sports were not delicate; Xie Shang was no orchid grown in a greenhouse. If there was a comparison to be made, the thorns of a battlefield fit him better.

Wen Changling carefully taped around his fingers, “I’ll give you a lighter shade.”

She laughed happily, like a little fox that had stolen something savory, a little wickedly gleeful as she gently praised how nice Boss Xie’s hands were.

She didn’t know that Boss Xie’s hands could no longer hold sutras because they had been tainted by the mundane world one night.

He watched her smile with eyes curving contentedly and thought, how could there be such a person who could make his heart race in every way.

It was just letting her play with his hands, after all. What was it that he couldn’t give to her?

*****
Gu Yihuan was still in the hospital.

That morning, Xie Shang had come over, and so had He Dongzhou.

Of course, Xie Shang came to pick up Wen Changling after her night shift, while He Dongzhou came to accompany Miss Little Scar. Gu Yihuan and Guan Sixing were just incidental.

Guan Sixing was a bookworm and a dull person, hardly uttering a word all day. Gu Yihuan finally had someone to gossip with.

“Who exactly is this Mr. Yezi? Do you think they’re male or female?” Gu Yihuan peeled a banana, kicking up her leg in a cast, not looking like a patient but rather on a vacation, “I think it’s a man.”

After saying that, she shook her head, “but I heard that the computers of those who were chasing him popped up with a rabbit image, could it be a woman?”

Guan Sixing was reading a book, not joining in the conversation.

“What does it matter if they’re male or female?” He Dongzhou sat on Guan Sixing’s hospital bed, leaning back on one arm, showcasing a fine waist and smooth muscle lines, “With such impressive computer skills, in the future those who act nefariously behind the scenes will think twice.” It served as a good warning.

“I think that the Tong Family must have done something heinous, and Mr. Yezi is seeking revenge,” Gu Yihuan turned her head, “Sixing, what do you think?”

[Bad deeds will be punished, and the world will be peaceful]
Xie Shang had seen this comment online.

Bad deeds will be punished, and the world will be peaceful, was also Wen Changling’s wish.

“Mr. Yezi has done a good job.”

The chair was placed near the window, and the morning eight o’clock sun streamed through the window, casting fine gold specks on Xie Shang’s shoulder, complementing the white of his clothes, the light, and the person.

Xie Shang’s hands rested on the chair’s armrest.

Gu Yihuan suddenly widened her eyes, “Big Brother Four, what happened to your hands?”

Miss Wen had been gentle, applying just a faint layer of color, and only to the forefinger and little finger. After washing with water, the color turned a soft meaty pink, resembling the paw pads of a young kitten.

Xie Shang spoke somewhat helplessly, but anyone could hear the indulgence towards Miss Wen in his voice, “Miss Wen dyed it for fun.”

Gu Yihuan: “…”

Even Song Sanfang, that biggest coward in front of his ex-girlfriend, had never let a woman mess around with his looks like this.

“And you let her dye it?”

Xie Shang hummed, “Miss Wen insisted on dyeing it.”

Gu Yihuan: “…”

Why doesn’t Miss Wen just ascend to heaven!

So it’s still that Ling, always knows how to play the game.

Xie Shang checked the time; it was almost there. He stood up and left first.

Gu Yihuan kicked the comforter.

He Dongzhou asked him, “What’s Miss Wen’s full name?”

“Wen Changling, haven’t I told you before?”

Wen Changling…

The Wen family’s girl.

Only now did He Dongzhou realize which Wen it was. How coincidental that everything came together.

He stood up and went out.

“You’re leaving too?”

He Dongzhou looked back, “I’m not here to see you.”

Gu Yihuan snorted arrogantly, “Get lost, dead dog.”

He Dongzhou was off to accompany Miss Little Scar.

Wen Changling finished her shift at eight twenty. She didn’t want others to gossip about her personal affairs, so she had Xie Shang wait for her in the hospital’s parking lot.

She hadn’t closed her eyes all night and was in a poor state, looking utterly defeated with unnaturally shadowy pupils, exuding melancholy. She hung her eyelids lazily, not even wanting to move.

Xie Shang buckled her seatbelt for her.

“Shall we go for breakfast?”

She closed her eyes, her voice low and morose, “Let’s go home. I’m tired.”

“You sleep for a bit. I’ll wake you up when we get home.”

Xie Shang turned up the car’s air conditioning by a degree.

Wen Changling was not sleepy.

She wasn’t tired; how could she sleep with so much irritation she couldn’t express?

Just an hour ago, she received a call.

“The Tong Family’s old master visited the Xie Family last night. Xie Liangjiang might make a personal appearance.”

If Xie Liangjiang made a personal appearance, that’d be akin to mobilizing the entire KE. KE housed the empire’s most elite group of lawyers, those who could argue the living dead, make murder seem like suicide, and turn the guilty innocent.

The Xie Family, Xie Liangjiang, Xie Shang…

“Changling.”

“Changling.”

Wen Changling opened her eyes; they were home.

She got out of the car and Xie Shang got out too.

“I’ll go get you breakfast.”

Wen Changling grabbed hold of Xie Shang.

Xie Shang lowered his head, his eyes gentle, “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t feel like having breakfast.”

She had to do something, or she’d go mad.

She pulled Xie Shang, walking towards the yard, towards her room. Xie Shang was puzzled, watching her, trying to read her.

Once she closed the door, she wrapped her arms around Xie Shang’s neck and tiptoed to kiss his face, without saying a word.

Xie Shang leaned down to accommodate her height, “Changling.” He responded, cupping her waist, caressing lightly, “What’s wrong with you?”

The air pressure around her was very low, like the stifling humidity before a storm, suffocating, making it hard to breathe.

“Nothing’s wrong, just wanted to kiss you.” She kissed Xie Shang’s chin, “Don’t you like me kissing you?”

Xie Shang looked deeply into her, searching for clues in her eyes.

She wouldn’t have it, pulling his neck to bring him closer, kissing his eyes, “Answer me, don’t you like it?”

Xie Shang resigned himself and closed his eyes, “I like it.”

She kissed him haphazardly, impatiently; her phoenix flower-painted nails wreaked havoc on his back without any pattern, occasionally tugging at his clothes, at times clutching his body.

It was like a release.

She kissed his neck and suddenly stopped.

“Xie Shang.”

“Hmm?” Xie Shang, with eyes half-closed and because it was Wen Changling who initiated, even without a real kiss, had a strong physical response. His brain was oxygen-starved, his skin was burning up, and the corners of his eyes tinged with a radiance they didn’t typically have.

Wen Changling whispered in his ear, “Can I bite you?”

The Witch was casting a spell, asking for permission.

Yes.

Anything is possible.

Xie Shang answered, “Yes.”

Wen Changling opened her mouth and bit down on the mole on Xie Shang’s collarbone, her sharp teeth piercing the flesh, tasting blood.

She suddenly felt very excited.

“Xingxing, you’re bleeding.”

Xie Shang’s breathing became more labored, the sweat forming in the palm gripping her waist.

His skin was deathly pale, but the color of the blood suited him too well, exuding a demonic, ghostly charm, and a broken beauty. Wen Changling swallowed the drop of blood and continued biting.

At that moment, her destructive desire reached its peak.