He is Lovestruck in the Revenge-Chapter 179 - 172 Xingxing you are very precious cherish your

Chapter 179: 172: Xingxing, you are very precious, cherish your life (first update)

Chapter 179: 172: Xingxing, you are very precious, cherish your life (first update)

“Two months later, when Ah Na was framed and sent to prison, the opportunity your father had been waiting for arrived.”

Xie Shang said nothing, his hands dirty with oil stains as they rested on a tire, his wrist bones prominent, muscles taut, an absolute sense of strength within his slimness—restrained, hidden under a veneer of calm.

“Given the Xie Family’s status at the time, did your father really need to personally ‘suggest’ dealing with those four beasts? And he even thoughtfully offered to help with the aftermath.” Wen Changling’s words were an invisible blade, methodically plunging the last dagger into Xie Shang’s heart, “He was using others to commit murder, silencing by killing.”

The light from inside the room and outside the window interwove, casting a silver foil over Xie Shang’s face—his emotions controlled within a threshold, surging in his eyes as if waiting to erupt.

“I’ve finished telling my story, is it exciting enough? Can it serve as Pawn Gold?”

If someone else had told this story, if the Wen Changling of half a year ago had told this story, Xie Shang wouldn’t have been so affected.

The Wen Changling of today, however, spoke every word that Xie Shang wouldn’t doubt for a second, nor would he defend against, knowing full well it was her strategy, a trap she had meticulously set over six months, yet he would jump into it, he could only jump.

“What do you want as Pawn Gold?”

“Have you ever been to the second floor of my courtyard?”

“I have,” Xie Shang looked at her, his gaze unswerving, “Your vengeance has turned to Xie Liangjiang.”

“Yes, it’s his turn.”

“What do you want me to do?” His voice was deep, devoid of resistance, a permissiveness so bottomless it bordered on self-abuse.

Before approaching Xie Shang, Wen Changling had investigated Xie Liangjiang for a long time. Xie Liangjiang was not like those fools, he left no stone unturned, outsiders had no leverage over him.

So, she chose Xie Shang.

Xie Shang’s identity was most suited; he was Xie Liangjiang’s sole heir, the person in the entire Xie Family who harbored the deepest grudge over Xie Qingze’s death, a person who, like her, would take revenge at all costs.

And he owed her a pair of ears, it was time to settle that debt.

After a brief silence, Wen Changling asked, “Do you love me?”

Without hesitation, Xie Shang replied, “I do.”

Causing Xie Shang to love her unrequitedly and live in agony was not Wen Changling’s goal. She wanted Xie Shang to be her blade, her cold arrow, her tool.

“You said that for true love, you could betray your closest kin. Let me have my wish,” she seduced him with the gentlest voice, “I want your father to be ostracized and to get his just deserts.”

“And what about me?” Xie Shang’s hands braced on the tire, his fingers knotted from the force, then slowly relaxed. Even someone as formidable as Xie Shang could have such a look on his face, an expression of vulnerability placed into a dire situation yet still powerless, “You don’t want me, do you?”

“Xingxing,” Wen Changling called him Xingxing, with a cruel doting, “You are Xie Liangjiang’s son; you don’t have the right.”

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Nor did she have the right—she had caused Ah Na’s death.

She rose to her feet, picked up her coat, carefully dusted it off, walked over to Xie Shang, bent slightly to drape the coat over him, bowed her head, kissed his reddened eyes. One last taste of the drug.

“Don’t play dangerous games, cherish your life.” The words he had once said to her, she returned to him, “Xingxing, you are precious.”

If there was such a thing as taking on disaster for others in this world,

Xie Shang’s life was bought with a lifetime of calamities she bore.

She turned and left, without hesitation, without looking back.

Xie Shang did not leave for a long time.

Gu Yihuan came in, and right away felt the air was heavy, oppressive enough to make it difficult to breathe.

“Fourth Brother.”

Where had the person gone? Hadn’t they reconciled?

Gu Yihuan was hesitant to ask.

“From now on, no matter what I do, don’t go looking for her.” Xie Shang held the jacket, on which Wen Changling’s faint scent still lingered. He took a deep breath, locking all his yearning away in a cage, “I’ve broken up with her.”

“…”

Gu Yihuan dared not mention it.

Because he knew, his formidable Fourth Brother who was seemingly omnipotent had been abandoned by that heartless woman.

On the weekend, Wen Changling returned to Granny Zhu’s to pack her belongings.

“Meow.”

“Meow.”

Huahua kept calling outside, Wen Changling came out from the room.

Granny Zhu also came out of the kitchen.

“What’s wrong with it?”

Huahua paced around the yard restlessly, constantly scratching its head and neck with its front paws. There was a pool of vomit on the ground.

Granny Zhu picked it up, secured its mouth, and pried open its throat, “It seems to be choked.”

It must have picked up something to eat outside again.

“Changling, go get a pair of chopsticks.”

Wen Changling went to the kitchen and chose the thinnest pair of chopsticks.

As she held the cat, Granny Zhu tried to use the chopsticks to remove the foreign object. Huahua was well-behaved and didn’t squirm, but the object was lodged too deep, and Granny Zhu didn’t dare to force it, unable to remove the object.

“Aunt Zhu.”

Granny Zhu had promised to repair clocks and watches for someone, and the guest had already arrived.

Wen Changling said, “You go ahead with your work, I’ll take it to see a vet.”

It wasn’t too late at this point.

Wen Changling put Huahua in a cat carrier and took a taxi to the nearest veterinary clinic: Doctor Zheng’s Pet Clinic.

The door was open, and no one was in the lobby.

Wen Changling carried the cat carrier and walked in, facing the direction of the reception counter, where various business licenses for the clinic were hung on the wall behind it, as well as the veterinarian’s professional certificates.

In the bottom right corner, there was a frame that read: On duty today, Doctor Jiang.

There was also a photo next to it.

“Is anyone here?”

No response.

Wen Changling walked further in, “Is anyone here?”

The business hours were posted on the door, it wasn’t time yet, there was still half an hour to go.

“May I ask—”

Wen Changling’s voice was interrupted by footsteps coming down the stairs. She looked up, and from the bottom-up, first saw a pair of shoes, very clean white shoes.

Then legs.

A man’s legs, straight and long, wearing grey pants, with a white long-sleeve shirt that hadn’t been tucked in properly, one corner bunched up, not quite covering the man’s belt.

He moved with a lazy, disheveled manner, accompanied by a mild scent that Wen Changling found disagreeable.

She got a clear view of his face, with deep-set eyes, bright dark pupils nestled within, strong presence of brow ridge and nasal bone, pale lips, fair skin, and an overall look that carried a sickly, cold vibe.

A typical Eastern complexion with Western facial bone structure.

Wen Changling had seen this face before, outside Yánhé Hall, when they were both in cars, having a few seconds of eye contact.

The man was dressed thinly, it was apparent he had a very low body fat percentage, exuding a fragile, withered quality. He too was looking at Wen Changling, his gaze too direct.

Wen Changling spoke first, “Hello.”

“Hello.”

He combed all his hair back behind his head, his sleeves rolled up, revealing several red marks on his arms.

Wen Changling realized what that disagreeable scent was.

Aftermath.

The scent left after very indulgent intimate affairs.

Wen Changling suddenly wanted to switch to another clinic.

“Are you here for a consultation?”

Forget it.

Wen Changling nodded.

He must be Doctor Jiang, as the photo at the reception had some distortion, and the veterinary certificate bore his name: Jiang Chengxue.