He is Lovestruck in the Revenge-Chapter 196 - 189 After drinking Miss Wens body became very

Chapter 196: 189: After drinking, Miss Wen’s body became very honest (first update)

Chapter 196: 189: After drinking, Miss Wen’s body became very honest (first update)

Mr. Xie was at Jade Curtain Garden.

In this season, the capital had already begun to cool.

No one knew how long Mr. Xie had soaked in the water last night, but while his clothes were dry, the sofa was wet, and there was water on the floor. He had closed all the doors and windows, leaving the room air stagnant. The scent of agarwood mixed with the smell of tobacco was hardly pleasant—too intense, making the air feel thin and causing discomfort.

The bottle of foreign liquor on the table was open, its alcohol content evaporating recklessly.

Mr. Xie lay on the sofa, not bothering to pull the curtains. He shielded his eyes with a hand and, upon hearing the door open, gave no response, too lazy to move an inch.

Gu Kaiyun first went to open a window to let in some fresh air.

“Your grandfather called me to come and check on you,” he said.

Mr. Xie’s finger bore a cut, likely from a knife used to open a bottle. He hadn’t taken care of it, and it had already scabbed over. His face was pale, an unhealthy pallor.

Vulnerable, despondent.

There was a term that fit Mr. Xie perfectly at that moment: wounded beauty aesthetic.

Gu Kaiyun tidied up the liquor bottle and, noticing the knife on the table with bloodstains, frowned.

“You look like you don’t want to live,” he remarked.

Mr. Xie denied it, “That’s not true.”

How could he dare to die? His life was bought with Wen Changling’s ears.

Gu Kaiyun went behind the sofa, pulled Mr. Xie’s hand over, and checked his pulse, which was rapid. The external pathogen had entered the body, indicative of a floating pulse; his body temperature was also higher than normal.

Gu Kaiyun had brought a medical kit with all the basic medicines.

He prepared the proper dosage and poured a glass of water, placing it on the coffee table, “Take the medicine.”

“What is this?”

“For the fever, and to fight infection,” Gu Kaiyun explained, suspecting he had been feverish for quite some time and showing signs of dehydration.

Mr. Xie stared at the medicine, seemingly lost in thought. After a long silence, he asked Gu Kaiyun, “If I don’t take it, could it burn out my ears?”

Being deaf wouldn’t be so bad.

He wanted to experience what Wen Changling had gone through.

“Not necessarily,” Gu Kaiyun replied honestly, “It might rather burn out your brain.”

The mobile phone on the coffee table rang, the caller ID showing: Miss Wen.

Mr. Xie was blank for a few seconds before he picked up the phone, answered the call, and gently called out, “Changling.”

Two hours earlier.

Wen Changling had invited Fu Ying for drinks because she was in a good mood.

Fang Jiyin had been sent to Dihong Hospital for emergency care last night and had barely improved by today, only to throw a tantrum in the ward. Wen Changling passed by, watched the scene, and Fang Jiyin, upon seeing her, became so angry that she had another outbreak. Wen Changling knew that it was improper to gloat, but she just felt buoyantly good.

Do not advise others to be magnanimous; seeing someone you dislike suffer is truly exhilarating.

Ah, she was so wicked.

She had drunk a lot. With her tolerance, to get drunk would require toppling over a pile of bottles—beer wouldn’t suffice, there needed to be some red, some white.

She liked to drink and normally wouldn’t get drunk in front of others, but when drinking with Fu Ying, she might get drunk three or four times out of ten. She searched all her pockets for her mobile phone.

Her phone was in her bag, and Fu Ying handed it to her.

Poking at the screen, she put the phone to her ear, “Hello?”

“Mr. Xie”

There was no answer from the other side.

She called out, “Xie Xingxing.”

“Xingxing.”

She went on nattering away, “Xingxing, Xingxing.”

She was more honest when drunk, seeking out the person she most wanted to find.

Fu Ying knew Wen Changling well; from the few calls of Xingxing she made, Fu Ying could hear the urgency, the conflict, the sadness in her voice.

“You didn’t press it properly,” Fu Ying went to grab her phone, “Let me dial for you.”

Wen Changling hugged her phone, turned around to evade, “Can’t dial,” she murmured, “I have already completely cut ties with Xie Xingxing.”

She, like a nearsighted person, was very close to the screen, scrolling down through the numbers, her finger stopping upon seeing a familiar string of digits.

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This was Yan Cong’s number.

She talked to herself, “This one can’t be dialed either,” she turned her head to talk to Fu Ying, “If I dial, I’m afraid there won’t be any new medicine.”

Grandpa Yan said he took Yan Cong abroad.

As long as there was no definitive news of death, Wen Changling could deceive herself that abroad there might be a new drug and that Yan Cong was still alive. That’s why for so long, she never called this number, nor did she confirm with Yan Cong’s uncle, nor did she contact Grandpa Yan.

“Yueyue, I really miss Yan Cong,” she tossed her phone aside, lay on the table with a muffled voice, “I really miss Ah Na, I really miss Mom.”

Wen Changling was very resilient.

She rarely cried, only when under the influence of alcohol, in front of someone she absolutely trusted, would her eyes become slightly red.

“Yueyue, I want to go see them.”

Fu Ying immediately asked, “Where are you going to find them?”

This shop was an ordinary street joint with good homemade wine. Wen Changling and Fu Ying used to come here often, she even brought Yan Cong here before, but she had never brought Xie Shang here.

They were sitting by the window.

Wen Changling pointed outside the window, up towards the sky, “There.”

Fu Ying immediately thought of a possibility.

Just after Ah Na and Wen Yuan left, Wen Changling exhibited suicidal behavior. She was very cooperative with treatment abroad, had been taking medication for a long time, and only stopped after coming back to the country.

Fu Ying had thought she had let go of such thoughts.

Wen Changling had been drinking, feeling relaxed, her mind light as air, “Yueyue, don’t be lonely when I’m gone, once Chen Baishi wakes up, you should be good to him,” she held Fu Ying’s hand, as if taking an oath, said solemnly, “Marry, have children, live to a hundred years, Changling.”

The rumor in the village was that the Wen family’s girl could cast a spell, which was part of the reason. The daughters of the Wen Family, perhaps because of their poor fate, did not live long, which is why Wen Yuan named his daughter Changling.

The name Changling was very good.

It was a blessing.

On Children’s Day, the wish made by Wen Changling was also to live to a hundred years, Changling, which was a wish she gave to Xie Shang.

She looked outside the window again, where people kept passing by, always blocking her view, she waved her hand to chase them away, “Move, don’t block me from seeing the stars.”

She hit the glass, fiercely saying, “Move, all of you move.”

When the pedestrians left, the view became open once more.

Looking up, she could see a sky filled with twinkling stars, she was very happy, singing, “Twinkle, twinkle, little star, how I wonder what you are… Twinkle, twinkle, little star, all the stars are Xie Xingxing.”

So, Xingxing was Xie Shang.

Once, Fu Ying asked Wen Changling, after all the revenge was taken, what kind of life she wanted to lead.

Wen Changling answered tangentially: she wanted a star in the sky.

Then let’s pick it for her.

Fu Ying picked up Wen Changling’s phone, and dialed Xie Shang’s number.

“Changling.”

“It’s me, Fu Ying.” Fu Ying gave an address, speaking succinctly, “Come here, Changling is here.”

Xie Shang arrived quickly.

Wen Changling was asleep on the bench, covered with Fu Ying’s jacket.

“Mr. Xie, don’t misunderstand, I didn’t call you here for any other reason,” Fu Ying explained, “I can’t carry her, I called you to be the labor.”

Parking was difficult around here, Xie Shang must have run over, sweat on his forehead. He nodded at Fu Ying as a greeting, crouched down in front of Wen Changling, and touched her face, reddened by alcohol.

“Changling.”

Wen Changling was sleeping deeply.

Xie Shang handed Fu Ying’s jacket back to her, then put his own jacket on Wen Changling, and carefully picked her up.

Wen Changling began to stir uneasily, struggled a bit, perhaps sensing a familiar scent, she immediately quieted down, wrapping her arms around Xie Shang’s neck.