He is Lovestruck in the Revenge-Chapter 232 - 225 Missing her missing her missing her missing

Chapter 232: 225: Missing her, missing her, missing her, missing her (first update)

Chapter 232: 225: Missing her, missing her, missing her, missing her (first update)

He Dongzhou said that Wen Changling had moved out of the Qin Family.

The documents in his hands hadn’t been flipped through in a long time, and Xie Shang’s mind was not at ease, unable to concentrate. He closed the materials, opened the incense burner, and lit the Chinese honeycomb inside.

Lately, he had often been lighting this incense, not just twenty-one times, and had already developed a habit. He estimated that in the future, as soon as he smelled the scent of gardenias, he would think of Wen Changling.

The mobile phone on the desk rang.

Xie Shang took off his glasses, leaned back in his chair, tilted his head back, resting it on the backrest, his Adam’s apple just visible above the black turtleneck. He turned on the speakerphone.

Gu Yihuan asked him over the phone, “Brother Four, are you going to the New Year’s Carnival tomorrow night?”

“No,” he replied.

He wasn’t interested.

Apart from Miss Wen, aside from doing what he must to be worthy of standing by her side, Xie Shang had no interest in anything else and didn’t want to be involved.

“Come on, you haven’t hung out in so long.”

“Find someone else to go with you, I’m busy,” Xie Shang said.

Being busy was the truth; there was a lawyers-themed event tomorrow, organized by the Lawyers Association and hosted by KE Law Firm.

Gu Yihuan hadn’t seen Xie Shang in a long while and complained, “All you do is work, work, and more work. You don’t go out for fun or to meet new people. How are you going to find a girlfriend like this?”

The girlfriend Gu Yihuan referred to meant a new love, not an old flame.

Xie Shang raised his hand to block out the light, “Not looking.”

The scent of the Chinese honeycomb had a quick effect on him. Emotions and thoughts restrained by his rationality began to spread wildly again. Planting a seed of yearning each day, he wondered if after filling a whole mountain with them, Wen Changling would come to take a look.

“Are you still pining for that heartless woman?”

How appropriate the question was.

Xie Shang answered, “Yeah,” missing her dearly.

“…”

Without a struggle. Gu Yihuan hung up the phone in frustration.

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Jhiang Youyou thought it should be celebrated by everyone.

After checking the wards, she went to the nurse’s station, “There’s a New Year’s Carnival at Zhenghe Square tomorrow night, are you coming? My treat.”

The weather bureau predicted a centennial snowstorm around New Year’s Eve for safety considerations, the timing of the New Year’s Carnival had been moved forward.

Zhenghe Square could accommodate tens of thousands of people, and the New Year’s Carnival was always crowded, with tickets difficult to come by.

Jiahui was excited, “You got tickets?”

“My sister gave them to me.”

Jhiang Youyou’s brother-in-law’s family made craft beer, and her brother-in-law sponsored the carnival’s alcohol.

“That’s great, I was worried I couldn’t get a ticket.” Jiahui was looking forward to it, “Aside from you and me, will there be anyone else?”

Jhiang Youyou had three tickets, “I’ll invite Changling too.”

The next day, the outdoor temperature dropped to three degrees.

Wen Changling was sensitive to the cold and didn’t really want to go. But Jiahui nagged and pleaded, leaving her unable to refuse.

The three agreed to meet at the A2 subway entrance of the square at six o’clock. With the temperature at three degrees outside, Jiahui was wearing boots and a short skirt, with just a leather jacket on top, looking stunning but freezing.

Her other two companions, however, were bundled up like cocoons.

“No way, there’s electronic music and dancing tonight, aren’t you two wearing too much?” she said.

Wen Changling tucked her face into her scarf, “So cold.”

Wen Changling’s chilliness aside, Jiahui turned to Jhiang Youyou—the woman who danced wildest at the nightclubs and dressed in the hottest and most provocative outfits.

Jhiang Youyou put on her long down jacket’s hood, tightened the drawstrings, refusing to let in a whiff of cold air, “I’m in a special condition, can’t catch a cold.”

Jiahui thought Jhiang Youyou was on her period.

“So you two aren’t going to dance?” she asked.

Wen Changling’s silver-tipped hair fluttered in the wind, making her look like she was in a film with a night filter, shivering, “So cold.”

Recently, Jhiang Youyou had stopped wearing high heels, but her height and figure spoke for themselves – she would look good in a sack, “Special condition, can’t dance.”

Night outings are tough, Jiahui sighed.

She pulled out four heat packs from her bag, giving two to each Wen Changling and Jhiang Youyou.

Wen Changling happily accepted them, “Thanks, Jiahui.”

Such a good girl.

Jiahui had the odd feeling she’d taken her daughter out to play.

Zhenghe Square had a circular layout, and this carnival’s theme was MASK music with the stage set up in the middle of the square’s lawn, surrounded by stands. The left and right outside were activity areas—a food street and market stalls on the left and immersive games on the right.

Since the theme was MASK music, the organizers gave out a mask for free to every attendee.

Jiahui complained, “The masks given out by the organizers are so ugly, such cheap plastic.” She refused to wear the unattractive thing, “There are masks for sale over there, let’s go there.”

Jiahui ran forward excitedly.

Jhiang Youyou followed behind, hand on her belly, “Go slower.”

Wen Changling couldn’t help but glance at her stomach, “Do you feel anything?”

“Nothing.”

It was still too early to show a baby bump. Jhiang Youyou had an appointment over the weekend to confirm the location of the gestational sac and to verify an intrauterine pregnancy.

When she walked quickly, she would inexplicably cover her still-flat belly, thinking, “It’s psychological.”

Nearby were many little stalls selling masks, with a variety of styles. Wen Changling chose a fox mask, quite plain, without patterns, cold white in color, with the chilling sense of white bones, but it matched her silver-tipped hair and deep black eyes, beautiful yet slightly frightening.

“Let’s go to the food street first, I deliberately didn’t eat so I’d have room.” Jiahui picked a cabbage leaf mask; her face was round, with single lids but big eyes, and she was very cute when she laughed, “I could eat a whole cow right now.”

The three went off to find food together.

Jiahui wanted to try everything, going from one stall to the next.

Wen Changling felt so cold, and Jhiang Youyou always guarded against people bumping her stomach, so they both roamed slowly.

Indeed.