He is Lovestruck in the Revenge

Chapter 150 - 150 144 Xie Shang Loses Control Wild Nature Revealed

?Chapter 150: 144: Xie Shang Loses Control, Wild Nature Revealed as He No Longer Pretends to Be Good (First Update) Chapter 150: 144: Xie Shang Loses Control, Wild Nature Revealed as He No Longer Pretends to Be Good (First Update) Wen Changling got off work three hours late today.

Xie Shang drove to pick her up. Neither of them spoke on the way. Xie Shang didn’t explain why he hadn’t come home last night, and Wen Changling didn’t ask.

By the time they reached Lotus Pond Street, it was already past eight o’clock. Xie Shang parked the car but didn’t get out.

“Why are you so late today?”

Wen Changling looked weary, explaining, “Yan Cong wasn’t doing too well.”

Yan Cong, always Yan Cong.

The emotions that had been contained for too long had no outlet, and the two words “Yan Cong” ignited them like a spark.

“Wen Changling,” Xie Shang said, using her full name with a heavy tone, “I’m your boyfriend.”

Wen Changling’s expression was tired, “Do you even mind that? Yan Cong doesn’t have much time left.”

“I mind.”

At that moment, Xie Shang was very aggressive.

Wen Changling was genuinely exhausted today, “I don’t want to argue with you.”

She unbuckled her seatbelt, opened the door, got out, and searched her bag for her keys to unlock the door. She couldn’t fit the key into the lock several times, which irritated her.

Xie Shang came over, took her keys from her, and helped her open the door.

“I’m sorry.”

Wen Changling liked him well-behaved.

He held Wen Changling’s hand and voluntarily bowed his head, “I shouldn’t lose my temper at you, I’m sorry.”

Wen Changling sighed and hugged Xie Shang. She was somewhat at a loss what to do with him.

“Xingxing.”

She patted Xie Shang’s back soothingly.

Xie Shang closed his eyes, locking the beast back in its cage.

The next day, in the evening.

Xie Shang went to Gu Yihuan’s bar and ordered a bottle of alcohol. The place was noisy, perfect for not thinking about anything.

Gu Yihuan pulled He Dongzhou aside, “What’s wrong with Boss Xie?”

He Dongzhou glanced towards the booths, “Miss Wen might have given him a hard time again.”

“What’s with Wen Changling, not cherishing the gold she’s found?”

Gu Yihuan added someone, who was one of Song Sanfang’s ex-girlfriends, as a friend before, and that girlfriend of Song Sanfang’s flaunted her boyfriend every day on social media; she posted about the bags he bought her, the lipstick, their hand-holding and meals—they practically live-streamed twenty-four hours a day just to let even the street dogs know she had a handsome and wealthy boyfriend.

And then there was Wen Changling, not integrating into Boss Xie’s circle of friends, not clinging to him, no calls, no texts, not even a word of consolation when he was in a bad mood.

Gu Yihuan had strong opinions about this, “Didn’t Song Sanfang say a man’s love decreases over time, while a woman’s increases? Why does it seem reversed with Boss Xie?”

Everyone could see that Xie Shang was falling deeper, whereas Wen Changling was unmoved, impervious to influence.

Gu Yihuan couldn’t bear to see his buddy suffer and wickedly asked He Dongzhou, “Do you know any decent possible dates? Introduce someone to Boss Xie.”

“In all these years, have you ever seen him talk more than necessary to any girl?”

It was only Wen Changling.

Because of Xie Qingze, from the age of nineteen, the name Wen Changling had become an inescapable obsession for Xie Shang.

It was past ten o’clock when Wen Changling called him.

“Where are you?” She could tell it was noisy in the background.

Xie Shang said, “At the bar.”

“Drinking?”

“Yeah.”

“When will you come back?”

Xie Shang’s voice was low, slightly hoarse, “It’ll be late.”

“Then keep drinking.”

The call ended.

Xie Shang couldn’t hold his liquor; he was a little buzzed after only a few drinks.

Gu Yihuan called over his bandmates to join them, “Boss Xie, let’s play a game.”

Tipsy, Xie Shang sprawled comfortably, “Sure.”

*****
Wen Changling borrowed Sister Tao’s car.

Sister Tao was a bit worried, knocked on the car window. As it lowered, Sister Tao asked Wen Changling, “Where are you going this late in a car?”

“I’m going to pick up Xie Shang; he’s drunk and can’t drive.”

Sister Tao knew Wen Changling wasn’t a good driver.

“Can you make it there on your own?”

Wen Changling wasn’t entirely sure herself, “I should be able to.”

“Then drive slow.”

“Okay.”

Wen Changling set off, her posture leaned forward like a groundhog.

She drove very slowly, incredibly slowly, so it took a long time to reach the bar. Near the entrance, she stopped to look for a parking spot.

The bar’s security guard came over with a stern expression, “You can’t park here.”

“Oh, sorry about that.”

Wen Changling drove off again, searching for a parking spot as she went.

She didn’t dare to park in the spots that were left only in the middle, afraid of scratching the car. After circling around for quite some time, she finally found two adjacent empty parking spaces far away.

After parking her car, it took her nearly ten minutes to walk to the entrance of Gu Yihuan’s bar. Although it was late, the inside was still bustling.

*****
Xiao Dingzhu stood up.

“You guys continue, I’m going to the restroom.”

Seated in the very center of the booth, with Wang Yuanqing and Xie Shang on her left, and Gu Yihuan and Jiang Yue on her right, she passed by the left side. With dim lighting, she failed to see Wang Yuanqing’s extended foot and stumbled, plunging forward. One hand braced against the table, and in her fluster, the other grasped Xie Shang’s arm.

Xiao Dingzhu turned her head to look at Xie Shang.

As Xie Shang moved back his hand while sidestepping to give her space, his lazy and indifferent gaze sharpened upon noticing Wen Changling, who had just appeared.

“How come you’re here?”

Wen Changling glanced at the lady’s hand and felt that perhaps her timing wasn’t the best.

She walked away immediately.

The look in Xie Shang’s eyes turned cold the moment she turned to leave, yet he remained seated without any reaction.

Xiao Dingzhu returned to her seat with mixed feelings.

“Fourth Brother,” Gu Yihuan tentatively asked, “are we still playing?”

“Continue.”

That’s right, he shouldn’t be too indulgent. Gu Yihuan continued dealing the cards.

“How about we play through till—”
Before she could finish, Xie Shang stood up and left.

Gu Yihuan: “…”

He Dongzhou, watching with the expression of a spectator finding the whole thing unsurprising, remarked, “He’s in for trouble again.”

Wen Changling hadn’t gone far when Xie Shang emerged from the bar and saw her. She stood beside an electric scooter, on which someone had placed a flyer, and she was peering at its content about spicy chicken rice.

Xie Shang approached her: “What are you doing standing here?”

Her gaze shifted from the flyer: “Waiting for you.”

She felt a bit hungry.

When she was hungry, her mood would turn sour.

“Why didn’t you call me out?”

“It looked like you weren’t done playing yet,” Wen Changling replied, walking ahead of Xie Shang. “Let’s go, the car is parked quite far away.”

Xie Shang followed behind: “Did you drive here?”

“Mhm.”

“You’re still not familiar with driving. You shouldn’t drive alone at night.”

But Boss Xie, I came to pick you up. Not only do you not praise me, but you also complain about my driving skills.

With her mind inclined to linear thinking, Wen Changling’s mood worsened, and she sped up. After getting into the car, she couldn’t be bothered to make conversation and simply started the vehicle, pressing on the accelerator to move forward.

There were not many cars on the road, and Wen Changling drove faster than she had on the way there. Besides reminding her to change lanes midway, Xie Shang said nothing else during the drive.

Upon arriving at Lotus Pond Street, Wen Changling parked the car near a fruit shop. She got out first, followed by Xie Shang.

Thinking that Xie Shang might have had quite a bit to drink, she considerately helped him unlock the door with her key.

“Good night.”

She was ready to head home.

Suddenly, Xie Shang began to explain: “Back at the bar, that girl stumbled, and my reaction was a bit slow because I had some drinks.”

“Oh.”

Wen Changling was expressionless.

Her calmness left Xie Shang on edge these past few days, and his pessimism was extreme. Every word and every facial expression from Wen Changling made him involuntarily assume the worst.

“Don’t you care at all?”

“You already explained.”

“You’re not jealous, not angry, you didn’t say a word to keep me there. Does it mean I’m not important to you at all?” The beast that Xie Shang had caged was his dominance and possessiveness, the crazy and barbaric traits embedded deep within his soul. His gaze right now exerted immense pressure. “Are Yan Cong and Ah Na more important than me, are they all more important than I am?”

Wen Changling felt that Xie Shang was being completely unreasonable. Already irritable, his questioning made her more so. She answered directly: “Yes.”

Xie Shang pulled her towards him, lifted her with one arm, stepped over the threshold, closed the door, and pressed her tightly into his embrace, leaning down to kiss her.

It was abrupt, rough, and savage.

A grown man, one who often exercised and was full of strength – if he didn’t hold back, he could truly break her bones. His palm gripped her lower back tightly, the other pressed against the nape of her neck, his body unobstructed as he drew close. It was a posture of absolute male dominance.

This was the real Xie Shang, not pretending to be obedient.

The discrepancy in strength was far too great; Wen Changling could hardly move. Amidst short breaths, she called out to him.

“Xie Shang.”

Xie Shang had never been so fierce in his kissing.

For the first time, he threw all decorum aside, forgoing all the wise men’s teachings he had read like a man sick, vile, and primal devoid of reason. He collided with her, tearing and biting, touching her, hungering after her in a tedious tease, seeking solace upon her body.

“Enough.”

Wen Changling pushed against his shoulder with her hand: “Xie Shang, you’re too drunk.”

His amber eyes were glazed with desire, intense and scorching: “Changling.”

He became unrestrained, laying bare all his desires for her.

Wen Changling glanced at, his body.