He is Lovestruck in the Revenge-Chapter 238 - 231 Its all because of the aphrodisiac fragrance

Chapter 238: 231: It’s all because of the aphrodisiac fragrance.

Chapter 238: 231: It’s all because of the aphrodisiac fragrance.

The line for the women’s restroom was very long, with most of the ladies looking down at their phones.

“Hello.”

A voice caused several people to look up, the advantage of male height becoming apparent in this moment.

The tallest one, dressed in formal attire.

A figure that even the mannequins in the display window couldn’t match.

Trees were planted on both sides of the road, and a white van whizzed past, the wind from its wheels lifting the withered yellow leaves into the air and sending them fluttering down under the circles of light cast by the street lamps.

It was an ordinary scene, and then someone walked into this otherwise commonplace setting.

With the fall of autumn leaves, a sense of desolation emerged, just like rainy days matched with clear tea—no matter how noisy, one could still find tranquility. There are some things, and some people, who exist just so—place them in front of a camera lens, and without adjusting anything, the most top-level composition and atmosphere emerges.

The girl was momentarily stunned.

“Hello.”

Her face turned red in an instant.

“My girlfriend is inside, could you help me take this inside?” he said, “My last name is Xie.”

“Give it to me.”

“Thank you.”

The girl said you’re welcome and took the bag inside.

The ladies’ restroom here had two rows, over ten stalls, so it wouldn’t do to knock on each door. Therefore, she asked loudly, “Who is Mr. Xie’s girlfriend?”

Wen Changling heard it.

She didn’t want to make such a scene.

“Your boyfriend asked me to bring this to you.”

She really didn’t want to.

The door to the innermost stall on the left opened a crack, and a hand slowly reached out: “Here.”

The girl hung the bag on that hand.

The owner of the hand: “Thank you.”

Xie Shang waited outside the crowd.

Wen Changling came out quickly, her head lowered, half her face hidden in a scarf, her bag bulging with the remaining items.

Xie Shang approached her: “Cold?”

She hummed a response.

“Want to eat something warm?”

She didn’t want to eat, her head bowed, reflecting on her own behavior, then she noticed Xie Shang’s fingers were red from the cold.

“Mm-hmm.”

They went to a sweet soup ball shop and ordered two bowls of small dumplings.

About twenty minutes earlier, at the dumpling restaurant across from the sweet soup ball shop, a young couple was having an argument.

The boy carefully observed the girl’s face: “Are you angry?”

The girl was clearly unhappy: “You do this every time.”

The boy began to coax her.

“I’m sorry,” he coaxed while trying to take her hand, “Don’t be mad, okay?”

The girl pulled away.

“It’s all my fault, it won’t happen again, I promise.”

The boy reached for her hand again.

This time, the girl symbolically shook off his hand twice, then let him hold it: “I’ll forgive you this time, but this is the last time.”

Guan Sixing watched earnestly.

The door of the dumpling restaurant was pushed open from the inside, and Jhiang Youyou walked behind the stand-up sign that was inviting in patrons: “How much longer are you going to follow me?”

Guan Sixing was a quick learner: “It’s all my fault, it won’t happen again, I promise.”

He wanted to take Jhiang Youyou’s hand.

But she suddenly crossed her arms: “What did you do wrong?”

Guan Sixing had sincerely reflected: “I shouldn’t have deceived you.”

She was actually quite easy to comfort. The fact that he had deceived her, something that occurred because she forgot after kissing someone, was also partly her responsibility—it could be put in the past.

“And?”

“I’m busy and don’t have time for you.”

He was the youngest physical engineer at The 7th Research Institute; being busy was expected, serving the country, and she wasn’t that petty—this too could be put in the past.

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“Not that.”

“I often go out of touch.”

The words she said last time were all out of anger for the sake of breaking up, she didn’t mind it at all, just turn the page and move on.

“Not exactly,” Guan Sixing pondered, “I’m not a male college student.”

“…” Jhiang Youyou was starting to get irritated.

She took a deep breath and reminded herself not to get angry during this special time.

Unable to hold her hand, Guan Sixing caught the tassel on her scarf, “Youyou.”

“Don’t call me.”

Jhiang Youyou pulled the tassel of her scarf out of his hand, “Don’t talk to me.” She straightened her curly hair ruffled by the wind, her features bright and beautiful, like a femme fatale from a retro movie of the last century, “When you figure out where you went wrong, then come and talk to me.”

She turned around to head back into the store, and just as she pushed open the door, a child bumped into her; she blocked with her hand, and the child spilled his oden all over her hand.

The child, realizing he’d caused trouble, stood there helplessly. His mother came over and quickly apologized.

The child also apologized.

“It’s okay.”

The oden wasn’t hot, it just dirtied her sleeve.

Jhiang Youyou used the bathroom in the store to clean up. It was during this time that Wen Changling’s call came, but she didn’t answer.

Jhiang Youyou came out of the bathroom and walked to the entrance.

“Guan Sixing.”

He came over.

She suddenly asked him, “Do you like children?”

“No, I don’t.”

Great.

Hit the nail on the head.

Jhiang Youyou closed the door, sat back down, and thought, if she paid any more attention to him, she’d be a dog.

Guan Sixing was outside in the cold air.

Gu Yihuan was really busy tonight, truly busy. He stuck his hands in his pockets, squatting next to the sweet potato roaster, looking left and right now and then. The location was great, and it was warm; even with his feet numb, he didn’t want to move an inch.

Song Sanfang kicked the back of his clothes, “Aren’t you going clubbing?”

“No,” Gu Yihuan replied.

He was too busy to go clubbing.

Song Sanfang also looked left and right, but he was shortsighted and didn’t like wearing glasses, “What are you skulking about here for?”

“You’re the dog,” Gu Yihuan retorted.

Song Sanfang bought two sweet potatoes and handed one to Gu Yihuan. Then he squatted next to him by the roaster, close to Gu Yihuan, “I have a question for you.”

“Sure, ask.”

“Where did the perfume in my car go?”

“What perfume?”

Passersby couldn’t help but look twice; two fashionable and classy handsome men squatting on the ground eating sweet potatoes was a bit comical.

“The one you asked your fourth brother for,” Song Sanfang had many cars and only remembered the aphrodisiac fragrance he’d left in one of them when he switched cars today.

Gu Yihuan blew on the steaming hot sweet potato, took a few breaths and then a bite, “How should I know where it went, I don’t use it.”

Where did it go?

It was taken to Guan Sixing’s house in a beer bag by someone.

The dumpling restaurant.

The dumplings arrived.

Xie Shang tapped the edge of the bowl, “It’s a bit hot, be careful with your hands.” He passed a ceramic spoon, rinsed with water, to Wen Changling.

She took it.

“Mr. Xie.”

Mr. Xie looked at her and listened to her talk.

The weather was very cold, the just-out-of-the-pot tangyuan emitted steam that lightly veiled the view between them.

“Won’t you ever be disappointed in me? After how I’ve treated you.”

“Not disappointed,” Mr. Xie saw self-loathing in Wen Changling’s eyes, “I’m the one who’s been clinging on post-breakup, you’ve always had the right to refuse. Changling, don’t doubt yourself.”

Wen Changling actually doesn’t love herself.

She would use herself as a bargaining chip for revenge, she planted Hooked Cymbidium on herself, even when she saw Mr. Xie in Daydream Fragrance she wouldn’t make herself happy, she resented herself for causing Ah Na’s death; she doesn’t love herself.

In this world, the person who loves Wen Changling the most is Mr. Xie.