He is Lovestruck in the Revenge

Chapter 140 - 140 134 Changlings sickly cute moment young Ah Na

?Chapter 140: 134: Changling’s sickly cute moment, young Ah Na (first update) Chapter 140: 134: Changling’s sickly cute moment, young Ah Na (first update) The owner of the hand was staring at Wen Changling, staring brazenly at her.

The smoke from the cigarette was swirling upwards, and the wind was sweeping up the fallen leaves on the ground. At some point, their movements eerily synchronized, allowing two pairs of eyes to meet through the gaps in the smoke and leaves, unobstructed.

A few seconds later, Wen Changling diverted her gaze and shut the car window.

Not long after, Gu Yihuan got into the car.

“Let’s go, Fourth Brother.”

The car started and sped away in the opposite direction of the white car.

“Young Master Jiang.” A very glamorous lady sat in the driver’s seat of the white car, with red lips and curly hair, a beauty of this world, “What are you looking at?”

The man was smoking leisurely, puffing out clouds of smoke.

“Watching a beauty.”

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With the added presence of Gu Yihuan, the “third wheel,” Wen Changling didn’t speak much on the way and dozed off.

It was past ten when they arrived at Lotus Pond Street. Right after Wen Changling got out of the car, she saw a person outside Ruyi Pawnshop, a man in a suit and leather shoes, wearing a pair of glasses.

He was holding a wooden box that was about half the height of a person and walked up to Xie Shang.

“Mr. Xie.”

He was Xie Liangjiang’s assistant, Song Jin.

He opened the box and handed it over; “This is from the director for you.”

Inside the box was a “Yao Zhou Painting.”

Xie Shang did not accept it; “Take it back to him.”

“The director specially auctioned it for you, and he also had a message for me to relay to you.” Song Jin placed the box directly on the ground, delivering Xie Liangjiang’s message exactly as it was, “If you don’t like it, you can throw it away.”

Not liking it you can throw away, but not giving it away.

Xie Shang was taught this by Xie Liangjiang when he was young. Xie Shang didn’t grow up to be the upstanding gentlemen like Xie Qingze, thanks largely to Xie Liangjiang’s “contributions.”

Having delivered the item, Song Jin put it down and turned to leave.

The box sat forlornly on the ground, and Wen Changling, unable to bear it, picked it up and asked Xie Shang, “Can I have it?”

“Hmm, you can.”

“I’m leaving, see you tomorrow.” After bidding farewell to Xie Shang, Wen Changling turned to Gu Yihuan, bidding him goodbye very politely and thoughtfully, “Goodbye, Mr. Gu.”

Gu Yihuan wore an expression of arrogant unfamiliarity.

Gu Yihuan was there to get Chinese honeycomb from Xie Shang. Old Madam Liang of the Liang Family was nearing her end, clinging to her last breath, constantly muttering about her deceased younger daughter. Guan Zhengming heard that lighting the Chinese honeycomb could allow one to see the person they longed for day and night, so he sent Gu Yihuan to ask Xie Shang for some wood to help Old Madam Liang realize her dying wish.

Xie Shang took a piece, put it in a box, and gave it to Gu Yihuan.

“So this is the Chinese honeycomb.” Gu Yihuan touched it and sniffed with a wrinkled nose, “Fourth Brother, have you lit it? Can it really let you see the person you long for day and night?”

“Hmm.”

Gu Yihuan found it fascinating, “So, who did you see?”

“Wen Changling.”

“…”
He wished he hadn’t asked.

He had another matter to discuss, “Fourth Brother, I heard from He Dongzhou that you have this kind of perfume that can kindle romance and is harmless to the body, can you give me some?”

“What do you want it for?”

“For Song Sanfang, he seems to have lost interest in women ever since he was cuckolded, I want to try it on him. If it still doesn’t work, I’ll take him to see a doctor.”

Xie Shang had tested that perfume and found no side effects, “I don’t have it right now; I’ll give it to you in a few days.”

The mobile phone rang; it was a call from He Dongzhou.

Gu Yihuan saw Xie Shang answering the phone, waved his hand, and left first.

“You guessed right, Zhu Huanzhi is laundering money with Zhou Sheng. It probably won’t be long before they come looking for you at Ruyi Pawnshop.” He Dongzhou was also involved in the matter and knew part of the details, “You deliberately created trouble for Zhu Huanzhi, why?”

First, Xie Shang had given Zhu Huanzhi a VIP card for Ruyi Pawnshop; soon after, Zhu Huanzhi’s brother got into trouble.

He Dongzhou knew Xie Shang well; there must have been some manipulation on his part, making it so Zhu Huanzhi would be unable to solve his troubles without turning to Ruyi Pawnshop.

“He has something I want.”

“What?”

Xie Shang said, “A case.”

When Gu Yihuan reached the door, he heard a cat’s meow. It was the neighbor’s tabby cat that had jumped over the dividing wall into this courtyard.

It was this very tabby cat that had caused him to injure his leg before. Annoyed at the sight of it, Gu Yihuan went over and picked up the cat by the scruff of its neck. There was a ladder against the wall, so he climbed up, planning to throw the wall-climbing cat back to where it came from.

Then he saw Wen Changling.

She had tossed the Yao Zhou Painting on the ground and was pouring some kind of liquid over it before calmly taking out a lighter to set it on fire.

“Meow.”

Wen Changling heard the sound and looked up.

Gu Yihuan couldn’t hide in time and their gazes collided, the firelight illuminating half her face.

Do you know the feeling of a cold hand creeping up your back? Or the sensation of a venomous snake wrapping around your neck? Gu Yihuan felt exactly that right now, the déjà vu of watching a horror film.

He dropped the cat and quickly climbed down the ladder.

Why did she want to burn the Yao Zhou Painting? Wen Changling was acting so strangely, like a cunning and malevolent female antagonist. Should he tell his older brother? Nah, probably pointless to mention it.

A storm was coming; a strong wind had picked up suddenly, and the weather forecast predicted heavy rain for tomorrow.

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That night, Wen Changling had a dream where she was in the mountain behind the tea fields of White Peach Village in Wind Town. There was fog in the mountains, animals were calling out, and the wind was fierce, causing the trees to sway violently. She was walking alone through the woods without shoes, her feet bare. She walked and walked. She was very cold, but couldn’t find her way out of the mountain.

She heard thunder.

She looked down and saw ants relocating—a large one crawling across her instep.

“Counting ants here, are we?”

She looked up.

The scenery changed in an instant.

The wind stopped, the fog lifted, and sunlight filtered through the gap between large trees, casting mottled patterns on the young boy’s face.

She smiled. “Ah Na.”

The boy’s eyes were as bright and warm as the sun. “You’ve walked this path so many times. How can you still get lost?”

She complained, “The mountain paths are so hard to recognize.”

The boy pulled her up. “Let’s go home.”

She looked down and saw shoes on her feet, and the ant was gone.

“Next time you get lost, don’t try to find your way by yourself,” the boy instructed, pointing to the highest peak. “Go to the highest place and wait for me to come for you.”

“Okay.”

Suddenly, the hand holding hers turned into a tendril of Hooked Cymbidium.

Following the tendril, she saw that the boy was gone. The yellow flowers of the Hooked Cymbidium blocked all the gaps between the woods, weaving a dense net coming down towards her.

“Ah Na.”

“Ah Na.”

“…”

It was just past three in the morning.

Granny Zhu braved the thunderstorm to knock on Xie Shang’s door.

“Xie Shang!”

“Xie Shang!”

The rain was too heavy; it was unclear if the knocking could be heard inside, so Granny Zhu was about to call when the door opened.

Granny Zhu said anxiously, “Xie Shang, you must go check on Changling.”

During the night, thunder awoke Granny Zhu who got up to close her windows. She saw that the light was on in Wen Changling’s room and that the window was open, so she called out to her. She probably wasn’t wearing her hearing aid and couldn’t hear. When Granny Zhu used her spare key to enter the room, she discovered that Wen Changling’s blanket had been soaked by the rain, and she was trapped in a nightmare, unable to be awoken.