He is Lovestruck in the Revenge-Chapter 173 - 166 Bite Marks and Ligature (First Update)

Chapter 173: 166: Bite Marks and Ligature (First Update)

Chapter 173: 166: Bite Marks and Ligature (First Update)

Wen Changling shook her head, “I don’t want to sleep, sleeping is such a waste of time.” She didn’t have much time left.

Though she professed not wanting to sleep, her eyelids were fighting to stay open.

Sunlight streamed through the window onto Wen Changling’s face, causing her to squint her eyes. Xie Shang shifted his chair to block the light, and she, holding onto his arm, unknowingly moved with him, adjusting the chair just as before, leaning on him; and the light returned to her face.

Today, she was very clingy.

Xie Shang liked her being this way. He kept his left hand still, letting her lean on him, and used his other hand to draw the curtains.

She touched his hand, her gaze calm and tender, “Does it hurt?”

“It doesn’t hurt.”

There were teeth marks on Xie Shang’s wrist, left by her the night before.

Wen Changling knew her psychology was abnormal; she had a desire to destroy and to inflict pain, not just on Xie Shang but sometimes on herself as well. Yet last night she was very restrained and controlled because Xie Shang was still injured, and she didn’t mess around.

“Xie Shang, did you take your medicine?”

“I did.”

That’s good.

Only if you take your medicine regularly will you heal quickly.

Wen Changling was feeling a bit drowsy, but suddenly remembered something amusing and partly awakened from her drowsiness, “I have to tell you, your friend Gu Yihuan, he’s so naive. Yesterday morning, he sent me an anonymous text message, claiming he was from the Anti-Flirty Women Association. He said they were watching me and that I had to treat my boyfriend well, or else they wouldn’t let me off the hook.”

Xie Shang: “…”

It was something Gu Yihuan could have done.

Wen Changling smiled with crescent-shaped eyes, “He didn’t even use a burner phone; when I called back, one of his teammates picked up.”

“He’s a bit dumb,” Xie Shang said. “I’ll talk to him later.”

“There’s no need to; I think he’s a really nice person, and very good to you.”

Gu Yihuan must have grown up surrounded by love, well-protected, innocent and pure-hearted, passionate and sincere.

“Is it because of that text message that you started treating me well?” Uncertainty and caution flickered in Xie Shang’s eyes.

Even though they had become each other’s closest person, Xie Shang still wasn’t sure—he longed for it before he had it, and feared losing it now that he did, constantly troubled and on edge.

Wen Changling answered, “Of course not.”

“Then why?”

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Xie Shang didn’t believe he was important enough for Wen Changling to abandon her quest for revenge, and he even dared not mention anything related to his father in front of her.

He was unsettled by not knowing why Wen Changling had suddenly started accommodating him.

“Do you remember when I first came to you to pawn myself?”

“I remember.”

Wen Changling closed her eyes, drowsy, “Xingxing, I’m fulfilling my promise.”

When they had agreed on the pawn, he was to help her deal with Zeng Zhili and in return, she would love him; now, she was fulfilling that promise.

Though in truth, the pawn was a trap she set.

Zeng Zhili had come to find her because she had leaked her own address; at that time, she needed a way to draw Xie Shang into the scheme.

In the following week, Wen Changling made herself very busy.

She moved her clothes to Xie Shang’s place, cooked with him (Xie Shang cooked), strolled together, and went to the supermarket together.

Xie Shang pushed the cart with one hand and held Wen Changling with the other. She struggled to make a decision in front of a pile of vegetables.

She turned to ask Xie Shang’s opinion, “What do you want to eat?”

“Buy whatever you want to eat, I’m not picky.”

Wen Changling showed an extremely surprised expression, “Boss Xie, when are you not picky?” She started listing, “You don’t eat onions, ginger, garlic, offal, carrots, celery, mushrooms, or beans.”

Coming from a wealthy family, she’s quite picky.

Wen Changling sighed, “You’re so hard to please.”

Xie Shang was laughing.

He was starting to believe it, maybe Wen Changling truly loved him.

When they were paying, Wen Changling sneakily put the condoms back on the shelf, and Xie Shang saw her.

“Wen Changling.”

She feigned ignorance, “Hmm?”

Their nights had been rather… chaotic recently.

Xie Shang’s injury had mostly healed, and Wen Changling was the type who liked to indulge in whatever caught her fancy, getting wild when the mood struck. Xie Shang catered to her every demand, except for one thing.

Back in the car, Xie Shang seriously proposed, “If you don’t like using them, I can get a vasectomy.”

Except for the first night, no matter how unwilling Wen Changling was, Xie Shang would always use contraception.

“No, I disagree.”

“Don’t you not want to have kids?”

Wen Changling’s attitude became serious and stern, “Still, I disagree.”

Xie Shang sighed, he was afraid of her now.

They also went to the Raccoon West Mountain camping site, where there was an open-air cinema that played the same movie every night at the same time and place. Rumor had it that many couples came back on their anniversaries each year. Wen Changling overheard a passing camper saying that this was called “The Persistence of Memory.”

Wen Changling was a straight-forward engineering girl who didn’t understand romance. She came here because she had looked up how other people dated online.

Not even twenty minutes into the film, the lady in front had already turned around six times. The film was currently showing the student days of the male and female leads.

“Xie Shang.”

Xie Shang leaned in to listen to her.

So as not to disturb the others watching, she whispered, “Were you popular during your school days?”

“So-so.”

Wen Changling had seen a picture of Xie Shang at eighteen or nineteen on Xie Qingze’s phone. The photo must have been taken by Xie Qingze; he was on a horse, holding the reins with one hand, and exuding a very unique aura. There was a youthful elegance about him as well as the maturity and poise of a young adult. In his cool detachment, there was still that youthful pride and rebelliousness, sitting high on a horseback, graceful and bright. It reminded her of a line of poetry: Back then, young and in light attire, he rode a horse beside the slanting bridge, as upstairs, sleeves red waved in the wind.

Wen Changling thought he was being too modest.

“Didn’t you ever have a crush on someone during your school days?”

Xie Shang didn’t need to think about it, “No.”

In his teens, he was most curious about the world. He had been frail in childhood and hadn’t experienced much. Once his health improved, he started indulging in various heart-pumping thrill-seeking activities, with little interest in the opposite sex. Later, after Xie Qingze died, Wen Changling became the object of his hatred; her name etched in his brain like a curse, leaving no room for thoughts of other women.

Wen Changling, with her eyes that were innocent yet mischievous, sweet yet wicked, said earnestly, “Then you’re quite pitiful, you hadn’t tasted any sweetness, and then you were deceived by a bad woman like me.”

She did have a knack for self-criticism.

The movie had reached the point where the male and female leads were committing to each other.

“Xie Shang,” Wen Changling tugged on Xie Shang’s sleeve, “the person behind said this movie is a tragedy, I don’t like tragedies, let’s go back to the tent.”

“Okay.”

The film was set in a time when the thinking of the nation’s people wasn’t yet free, and the male lead, arranged to be married by his family, met the female lead when he was of marriageable age.

The ending was a double suicide.

The tent area was some distance from the open-air cinema, and the small path through the mountains at night gave the illusion of never-ending. There were lights along the way, tinting the grass a tender shade of yellow, casting dancing shadows. In the distance, a variety of colorful tents were scattered about.

Wen Changling strolled leisurely along the path, “There are so many stars tonight.” She turned her head to look at Xie Shang, grinning, “I am a person who owns stars.”

And then,

The stars were kissing her.