He is Lovestruck in the Revenge-Chapter 167 - 160 Changling I dont feel well (First Update)
Chapter 167: 160: Changling, I don’t feel well (First Update)
Chapter 167: 160: Changling, I don’t feel well (First Update)
Wen Changling stared at him and thought he looked thinner. Was the medical skill at the city hospital not good? He still seemed to be recovering from a serious illness.
“Granny Zhu has left some food for you, I’ll go warm it up for you.”
“You sit, I’ll do it myself.”
Wen Changling went to the kitchen to prepare food.
Xie Shang didn’t follow.
She thought he had left. After finishing her meal, she came out and found him still sitting on the bamboo bed outside. The autumn night was thick with a chill, the wind tousled his hair, his hands braced on either side, legs casually stretched out, a cat crouched by his feet. The wind swayed the branches, osmanthus flowers drifted down, landing on the back of his hand. He glanced at them, didn’t bother to brush them off, and continued looking down at the cat licking its paws, revealing a very white and slender nape, the bones there exuding a sense of leanness.
Wen Changling sat down next to him, “Why did you leave the hospital so quickly? Are you healed?”
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“Not yet.”
“Why leave the hospital if you’re not better?”
Xie Shang said, “The hospital is very boring.”
Wen Changling sat quietly for a while, “There’s a breeze tonight, don’t sit outside for too long.”
“Mhm.”
Wen Changling stood up and went to her room.
She did not know when Xie Shang left. After washing up, she looked into the courtyard and saw neither Xie Shang nor the cat; the bamboo bed was covered with many golden osmanthus flowers.
She picked some up and brought them back to her room.
Before going to sleep, as usual, she closed her eyes and softly murmured, “Xie Shang.”
As soon as the sound fell, she suddenly opened her eyes. Why had she forgotten? It had been twenty-one days; there was no need to call out his name.
She closed her eyes again, this time not calling out. It was a long time before her mind became clear. Golden osmanthus is the most fragrant among the osmanthus species, maybe the fragrance was too strong. She got up, thinking to throw the osmanthus away, but her hand touched a notebook. The business card tucked inside fell out, the one Fu Ying had brought back from the “dismemberment case” scene.
It wasn’t the osmanthus’s fault, it was Xie Shang.
Twenty-one days had cultivated a bad habit in her; as soon as she closed her eyes, she would think of him.
She picked up the business card and dialed Xie Shang’s number, it connected after just one ring.
“Are you asleep?”
“No.”
“I’m coming over to see you, I have something to say.”
Wen Changling put on a coat and left the house. As she opened the gate, the noise disturbed Granny Zhu, who asked a couple of questions. She told the truth, saying she was going to Xie Shang’s place.
“Should I leave the door unlocked for you?”
“Mhm.”
The lanterns on the street were still on, the autumn wind sounded mournful, and leaves lay scattered on the ground.
Xie Shang was waiting at the pawnshop’s door for Wen Changling. When she arrived, they went in together. He was very quiet this evening, just as he was earlier.
Wen Changling placed the business card on the table and stood with her back to the table.
“Is this for Dong Wanlong?”
Xie Shang looked up slightly from his seat, “Mhm.”
“Did you also tell Miss Pang San about Pang Shifang having an illegitimate child?”
He nodded and hummed in acknowledgment.
Pang Zijin said that if it weren’t for Xie Shang stirring things up, the progression wouldn’t have been so quick.
“When did you know that I wanted to take down Pang Shifang?”
“After Zhou Sheng went in.”
That was early.
Wen Changling looked at Xie Shang, “How did you find out?”
Xie Shang, entirely acquiescent, answered whatever was asked, “I checked the case files regarding your brother.”
“Do you also know about my relationship with Fu Ying?”
“Mhm.”
Wen Changling was about to ask if he had been to the second floor, if he knew her next target, but suddenly her attention drifted away, her gaze falling to the sides of his hair.
In such cold weather, he was only wearing pajamas, yet he was sweating.
Wen Changling, without even thinking, her brain already issuing the command, touched his forehead with the back of her hand, “Why is your body so hot?”
Xie Shang grabbed her hand, placing it on his neck, letting the palm rest against his skin, “Changling, I don’t feel well.”
For the first time, Wen Changling saw a sense of brokenness in Xie Shang.
This person who had given her the greatest sense of security, he was supposed to be strong, invincible, a proud and wild child of heaven who never bows his head.
