He is Lovestruck in the Revenge-Chapter 199 - 192 Venting for my wife may be late but it arrives

Chapter 199: 192: Venting for my wife may be late but it arrives (Second update)

Chapter 199: 192: Venting for my wife may be late but it arrives (Second update)

Gu Yihuan wouldn’t be so self-conceited as to think that Xie Shang couldn’t bear to see him being bullied by someone; it could only be because of a certain person. There and then, Gu Yihuan temporarily named this effect: the Wen Changling Effect.

Xie Shang stood up.

“Let’s go.”

Gu Yihuan acted like a spoiled child, “Play a little longer, huh.”

“Need to go back and look at the case.”

Xie Shang put down his glass and left.

Lawyers are so busy. According to He Dongzhou, Fourth Brother returned to being a lawyer because of Wen Changling. Gu Yihuan thought to himself: This too is the Wen Changling Effect.

He had to help Fourth Brother get rid of this effect and return to a normal life.

As Gu Yihuan was thinking this, he saw a man who was dizzy from drink staggering towards his Fourth Brother’s shoulder.

The man wore a duckbill cap, head lowered, not looking at anyone, making a perfunctory apology.

“Sorry.”

After apologizing, the man swayed his head to the DJ’s music as he walked outside.

Gu Yihuan shouted, “Fourth Brother.”

Xie Shang seemed not to have heard him, glanced at the man who had bumped into him, and followed.

Gu Yihuan, who was sharp-eyed and attentive, sensed at once that the aura around Xie Shang was terrifying, just like in the past during thunderstorms when he wouldn’t control his emotions, ready to erupt at any moment.

Could it be the effect of the Wen Changling Effect still hadn’t worn off?

Gu Yihuan hurriedly chased after.

*****

The man had come out to smoke; he stepped into an alley near the bar and lit a cigarette. The alley was deep, and there were no street lights inside. The lights from outside couldn’t reach the depths, leaving it dim and murky.

Halfway through his smoke, a beam of light flitted across the man’s face, back and forth twice, stopping precisely on his visage.

The man flicked his cigarette ash and shouted irritably, “What are you shining for, can’t you see there’s someone here?”

Some light managed to penetrate the mouth of the alley, and the man could vaguely see a figure by this light—he first recognized the clothes; it was the same person who had bumped into him in the bar just now.

Thinking that the person had come to settle scores, the man said, “Looking for trouble, are you? My friends are all inside.”

The other party remained silent; the light from the cellphone flashlight kept shining on the man’s face as it moved steadily deeper into the alley.

As the figure drew near, the man could smell a woody fragrance and a sense of oppression followed, instinctively feeling unsafe, he quickly pulled out his own phone, planning to call for help. The light of the phone screen allowed him to clearly see the face of the other party—a face one would never forget upon seeing.

“Lawyer Xie?”

*****

Having chased out of the bar, Gu Yihuan saw no sign of Xie Shang, so he searched nearby. Suddenly, he heard a cry which sent chills down his spine; he followed the sound and sure enough, he saw Xie Shang in the alley.

“Fourth Brother!”

As Gu Yihuan was worrying, he walked closer and was startled—a man lay on the ground, no longer making a sound, with a duckbill cap alongside him.

The man’s head seemed to have been injured, with a bandage wrapped around the back of his skull—by now the bandage was soaked with blood, and the misalignment of his finger joints was clearly visible.

Gu Yihuan reached out with a trembling hand, intending to check for breathing, “He—”

This chapt𝒆r is updated by frёewebηovel.cѳm.

“He’s not dead.”

Gu Yihuan immediately exhaled a sigh of relief; during those ten seconds, he had already thought of a false alibi.

It wasn’t a stormy day today, so why had Fourth Brother been so ferocious? Was it the Wen Changling Effect again?

“Call an ambulance for him.”

“Oh.”

Xie Shang walked outside, and upon leaving the alleyway, the swathes of neon lights reflected on him—the document in his hand was not stained with a single drop of blood, his cuffs were clean, and his neatly trimmed nails bore the pearly crescents.

In the sky, there was also a half-moon, with stars encircling it.

The breeze subtly fluttered the hem of his overcoat, he moved with elegance and composure, once again the restrained and calm Young Master Xie the Fourth, as if the cold-blooded animal who just now crushed someone’s hand bones without blinking wasn’t him.

About half an hour later, the ambulance arrived.

Gu Yihuan told the medical staff that a drunkard had fallen at the entrance of the alley, hitting his head and hand. When asked by the medical staff if he knew the drunkard, Gu Yihuan said no, claiming his bar was bustling every night, and it was impossible to recognize every customer.

The medical staff found an ID on the drunk: Wu Yue.

A week later, Wu Yue was removed from his position at Huaqi Technology due to a sex scandal and embezzlement of public funds.

Having left the capital, Xie Shang stayed in Wanghai for a few days. He had just returned when Su Nanzhi summoned him back to the Su Family. Su Nanzhi’s new movie was in preparation, and the director, who had coincidentally seen Xie Shang’s paintings, “shamelessly” wanted his help to create a concept poster. Xie Shang had agreed, and the painting was already halfway done before he left for Wanghai.

Xie Shang was working on the remaining half.

Xie Shang’s paintings were boldly colored, with a strong personal style. The painting paper covered the whole table, with soft and hard brushes neatly placed on the rack.

Su Nanzhi, who was sensitive to the cold, wrapped herself in a fluffy blanket, holding a cup of milk tea freshly prepared by Liang Shuchuan, with the family’s Golden Retriever following her into the study.

The Golden Retriever was named Fudao, and by generation, was Xie Shang’s little uncle. Fudao was very docile, settling down near the desk, Madam Zhai had spent a lot of money pampering Fudao, making its fur smooth and glossy.

Fearing that the milk tea might accidentally spill on the painting, Su Nanzhi sat at a distance, “What did you go to Wanghai for?”

Xie Shang, head down, painting, “I went to change the family tree.”

“To change your name?”

“Mhm.”

On the family tree, he was still called Xie Shang.

Su Nanzhi asked, “Why suddenly think of changing the name on the family tree?”

“Don’t like that name.”

The character Shang didn’t suit Wen Changling.

The Xie Family ancestors were from Wanghai, and Xie Shang changed the name on the family tree on his recent trip there. When he came of age and changed his name, he only changed the name on his ID card because Xie Jingxian disagreed with changing the family tree. In Wanghai, one couldn’t casually alter the family tree; it required fasting, bathing, and seeking the ancestors’ permission.

Su Nanzhi had also heard another piece of news.

“What did President Wu from Huaqi Technology do to offend you?” Su Nanzhi guessed, “Is it because of Miss Wen?”

Xie Shang didn’t deny it.

“You joined KE because of her, right?” Su Nanzhi had previously seldom inquired about Xie Shang’s love life, but lately, his actions had been quite conspicuous, “Xingxing, what exactly are you planning? Don’t act rashly.”

He adjusted the colors, dipped his brush into the paint, began with the base layer, proceeding step by step with meticulous patience, “Don’t worry, I am very calm, I’m not acting rashly.”

Step by step.

Calmly eliminating the obstacles between him and Wen Changling.

Su Nanzhi stated the fact: “You’ve already broken up.”

Su Nanzhi’s new movie was a mythical tale, and the director wanted a poster that was grand and powerful.

The painting contained gods and demons, dark and vibrant in style, with distorted human shapes, yet capturing the expressions precisely. The use of somber, graceful colors and the immense tension in the painting were bold and complex, yet due to the free and fluid linework, it didn’t appear cluttered.

Xie Shang’s ink paintings were like him—elegantly brutal.

He said, “The breakup is only temporary.”

“Does Miss Wen think the same?”

After splitting with Wen Changling, those who knew Xie Shang could tell that he had had his soul taken away by Wen Changling, leaving only an empty shell. He lost interest and curiosity in the people and things around him, began to do things he didn’t like, and became increasingly silent.

“Many things can’t be forced, Xingxing, why not just let it go?”