Revenge Romance: Struck by Love

The attending physician was rather vague, essentially saying that there was a chance of waking up, but it wasn’t

very high.

The Zhou Family was still in internal turmoil; Fu Ying, who seldom had spare time, cto the hospital today.

Wen Changling brought over a meal from the cafeteria.

“Yueyue.”

Fu Ying was sitting by the bedside, lost in thought.

Wen Changling put the lunch box on the table and opened a pair of disposable chopsticks, “I got you sfood.”

Fu Ying remained seated, unmoved.

Wen Changling grabbed a stool and sat next to Fu Ying, keeping her company, “Where's Chen Cuian?”

“She went back to Fragrant City to handle her transfer to another school.”

Chen Baishi had only one relative, Chen Cuian. He had arranged for her future life in advance, taking care of

tuition fees and housing; he even found an aunt to take care of her. Before heading to the East Station Cross, he

had prepared for the worst.

Fu Ying wasn't a frequent drinker, but she knew that sdrinks had a strong delayed effect.

Chen Baishi was like such a drink.

“Yueyue, did you fall in love with him?” But Chen Baishi might not awaken; Wen Changling secretly hoped that Fu

Ying would find someone who could always be by her side. That way, even if she were no longer there, Fu Ying

wouldn't be alone.

Fu Ying shook her head, “I don’t know.”

Wen Changling’s phone rang; Xie Shang had called her, and she answered the phone, softly responding to Xie

Shang’s questions.

“At work.”

“Not busy.”

“Already ate, had sweet and sour ribs.” Wen Changling complained to Xie Shang, “The ribs were tough, not as

delicious as the ones you make.”

Fu Ying watched Wen Changling.

Wen Changling had changed a lot; she used to be very quiet and hardly ever initiated conversation. It wasn’t

always like that, though; Wen Changling was talkative in her younger days and liked to act coquettishly around

people she depended on and was close to.

“If you're busy, you don’t need to cand pickup.” Wen Changling bowed her head, fiddling with the

lanyard on her work badge, “By the tI get off work, it won't be dark, and | can take a taxi home.”

Xie Shang said he would cto pick her up.

“Then it's up to you, it's your fatigue after all.”

After the call, Wen Changling hung up the phone.

“Changling.”

“Hmm?”

Wen Changling was checking unread messages in her phone, including ssent by Xie Shang.

She read them, but didn’t reply.

Fu Ying suddenly asked, “Do you like Xie Shang?”

Wen Changling looked up, startled for a moment, then firmly denied, “I don’t like him.”

Xie Shang had approached her with a purpose.

Of course, she had as well.

“I can’t like him, he is Xie Liangjiang’s son.” Her eyes turned cold, just mentioning Xie Liangjiang’s name

triggered an emotional reaction in her brain, “In this world, the one | most want to kill is Xie Liangjiang.”

In the tright after Ah Na and Wen Yuan passed away, Wen Changling suffered psychological problems. Even

though she no longer needed to see a doctor, she still hadn't recovered.

She once told Fu Ying, saying, “Yueyue, | caused Ah Na’s death, | can never get better in this lifetime.”

“Changling, if one day you really fall for Xie Shang, don’t blyourself, it's not your fault.”

At this time, Wen Changling didn’t understand the meaning behind Fu Ying’s words.

She was very resistant to this topic, “I don’t like him.”

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In the evening, Granny Zhu made osmanthus sugar taro as a late-night snack.

Miss Wen carried a bowl to Xie Shang’s place, he was taking a bath, so she waited in his room and saw the

Aoting Bar music festival admission tickets on his table.

When Xie Shang returned after washing up, she asked him, “Will Mr. Gu perform at the bar's music festival?”

Xie Shang threw the towel he was using to dry his hair onto the table and casually ruffled his hair, “He should.”

Miss Pang should also go.

“Xie Shang, will you go?”

“Mmm.” Xie Shang tasted the late-night snack that Miss Wen brought over, it was very sweet, had a lot of sugar,

just the way Miss Wen liked it. He scooped up a spoonful to feed her, “Want to go together?”

“Yes.”

Miss Wen showed a lot of interest.

Xie Shang put down the spoon, supported her waist, and lifted her onto the table to sit. He propped his hands on

either side of her body, wearing thin clothes after his bath, with wet hair and wet eyes.

“Changling.”

“Hmm?”

The air carried a faint scent of osmanthus, mixed with a touch of sweet sugar.

If he wasn't influenced by mortal desires, Xie Shang under the dim light, without his mischievous air, looked

more like an ethereal deity untouched by earthly matters. He asked Miss Wen, “How long does it take for you to

form a habit?”

Miss Wen shook her head, “I don’t know.”

“A medical expert, through a large number of amputation surgeries, discovered that amputees could still ‘feel’

the presence of their missing body parts for twenty-one days after the surgery, exhibiting sinvoluntary

actions. After twenty-one days, the body would no longer unconsciously try to use the missing limb.”

The medical expert thus concluded that it takes twenty-one days to form a habit.

“Could you make a promise with me?”

Miss Wen looked puzzled, sitting obediently and demurely, “What promise?”

“For the next twenty-one days, before you close your eyes to sleep every night, say my nonce.” Xie Shang’s

voice was low and husky, tingling her eardrums, “Can you do that?”

Before the end of Miss Wen’s play, he wanted her to develop the habit of his existence by her side, so she might

be reluctant to let go.

Miss Wen didn’t speak, pondering.

Xie Shang looked at her with a gaze both tender and earnest, “Can you?”

Miss Wen quietly agreed, “Okay.”

Xie Shang smiled, “Hug me, Miss Wen.”

He was really becoming more clingy and difficult to handle.

Miss Wen sighed and hugged Xie Shang.

Most of that bowl of osmanthus sugar taro ended up in Miss Wen'’s stomach; after eating her fill, she was like a

lazy cat, not wanting to move, and tugged at Xie Shang’s hand to rub her belly.

On the day of the music festival, all of Xie Shang’s friends were there, except for Guan Sixing who was working

on a confidential project at the research institute. The bar had cleared away all the tables and chairs they could

to make more space, accommodating a lot more people.

Many people had various stickers on their faces, glowing headbands, and were holding glow sticks. Xie Shang

said that Gu Yihuan had invited a well-known singer over, so a lot of fans had ctonight.

The performance hadn't started yet, and Xie Shang, worried that Miss Wen might find it noisy, took her to the

relatively quiet backstage area. He Dongzhou and Gu Kaiyun were there, along with the bar's band members.

Miss Wen glanced at the only lady in the band; she was dressed very punk and looked beautiful.

Xie Shang made a brief introduction: “These are members of Xiao Huan’s band.” They weren't close friends, so

Xie Shang didn’t introduce them one by one.

Miss Wen nodded.

Gu Yihuan called his teammates over to get ready. As Xiao Dingzhu turned to leave, she glanced at the hand Xie

Shang was carefully placing on Miss Wen'’s shoulder.

Wang Yuanging had realized it long ago and said privately: “Dingzhu, let it go. Seeing how Xie Shang treats his

girlfriend, he probably won't break up.”

Xiao Dingzhu was slightly embarrassed, “What are you talking about?”

“Okay, forget I said anything.”