He is Lovestruck in the Revenge-Chapter 272 - 265 This crazy love

Chapter 272: 265: This crazy love.

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Chapter 272: 265: This crazy love.

Perhaps because she took a lot of medicine before bed, Wen Changling got up late in the morning. She pushed open the door, groggily looking for someone.

“Xie Shang.”

Xie Shang wasn’t in the yard.

Qian Zhouzhou came over from the front hall, “The boss has gone to the legal office.”

Wen Changling sat in the yard to wake up from the drowsiness for a while and called Xie Shang. It was a snow day that hadn’t been cleared and was cold; she was wrapped in Xie Shang’s blanket.

The phone connected.

“Did you get up?”

“Mhm,” Changling, just woken up, had a soft voice, “Why didn’t you call me?”

“It’s Sunday today, I wanted you to sleep in a little longer.”

The sun came out, making one feel too lazy to move, Wen Changling curled up in the wicker chair, not wanting to budge, “Do you have to work on Sunday too?”

“Not usually, just a case came up this morning.”

Her throat was very itchy, always feeling like something was stuck, not able to swallow it; she gave a dry cough twice.

“There’s breakfast in the kitchen, go eat first,” Xie Shang said, “I brewed some traditional medicine for you, it’s in the thermal pot in the tea room, a recipe made by Kaiyun, it can stop the cough. After you finish eating, drink the medicine, and then don’t drink water within the next fifteen minutes.”

The medicine she had gotten previously from the hospital hadn’t worked well. Wen Changling still had severe cough at night, so Xie Shang took her medical report and had gone to Gu Kaiyun’s clinic in the morning.

Someone knocked at Xie Shang’s door and called out to him.

“Lawyer Xie.”

“You go ahead with your work,” Wen Changling didn’t want to disrupt him any further, so she hung up the phone.

She sat for a while longer before getting up to wash up.

The traditional medicine was bitter, but Xie Shang had prepared some sweet pastries to counteract the bitterness and were being kept warm on top of a heater lined with heat insulation cotton. Zhang Xiaoming said that the heater was an antique. Qian Zhouzhou said that the pastries were delivered that morning by an aunt from the boss’s grandmother’s house.

Since Wen Changling had no particular plans for Sunday, she intended to waste her day away. In the afternoon, when she learned from Jiahui that Jhiang Youyou had been hospitalized on account of spotting, Changling drove to Dihong Hospital to visit her.

Guan Sixing was taking care of her in the hospital, awkwardly pouring tea, serving water, and cutting fruit, obviously someone who hadn’t done these chores before.

“How’s your health?”

“It’s nothing serious, the elders are just worried. If I stay a couple of days in the hospital, it reassures them.”

With nothing to do that afternoon, Wen Changling decided to stay and keep Jhiang Youyou company. The hospital room had a television that was playing a period drama.

Jhiang Youyou said, “This show is quite popular recently, have you watched it?”

Wen Changling usually didn’t follow dramas, “No.”

It was a female-centric revenge drama. Without commenting on the plot, the actress’s performance was remarkable, majestic and commanding, perfectly portraying a female general.

Recently, Jhiang Youyou had an appetite for sour foods, and semi-ripe kiwifruits were just to her liking, “Somehow, I feel like the actress’s eyes resemble yours.”

Wen Changling ate a piece of oddly-shaped kiwifruit cut by Sixing, and the sourness elicited a very vivid expression from her.

She glanced at the actress on TV, “There is a slight resemblance.”

She stayed with Jhiang Youyou and watched two episodes of the drama, and it was getting late. Winter nights fell early, and not daring to drive at night, she wanted to get home before it got dark.

This hospital building was the former VIP wing of Dihong Hospital.

The unsavory deals in the VIP wing were all abolished, but the rooms were still well-furnished with excellent security, still housing the rich and powerful patients.

As she passed by a room with its door slightly ajar, Wen Changling accidentally overheard a conversation from within.

“You can ask me to do anything, just don’t break up.”

The voice was all too familiar to Changling.

“Break up?” the man spoke in a low tone with a pleasant voice, but uttered extremely cruel words, “When did we start dating?”

Wen Changling’s footsteps halted.

It was Jiang Chengxue.

“Who slits their wrists like this?” He pinched the woman’s wrist, the white gauze quickly reddening with blood, “Isn’t this what you wanted, to make me come?”

Around the woman’s fingers were circular scars, the kind made by cat claw clippers.

Tears streamed down her face, “Have you never loved me?”

Her gaze still carried affection.

“I don’t even love myself; how could I be expected to love you?” He laughed gently stroking the woman’s eyes, advising her not to be foolish.

Wen Changling suddenly remembered, she had just heard this voice—it belonged to the impressive female general from the television show.

She moved to leave. Her car was parked in the hospital’s parking garage, in a spot farthest to the left. When she had pulled in earlier, the spot on her right had been empty, but now a car was parked there, not very straight, too close to her own vehicle.

The car bore the Eastern Automobile emblem.

Such bad luck.

Wen Changling got into her car, started the engine, and drove out of the spot. She wasn’t confident with car handling; she learned to reverse park from videos—turn the steering wheel once your shoulder is aligned with the nearby tire.

But—

The unlucky Eastern Automobile was too close and almost scraped her car. She could only reverse and try again. After several attempts, she still couldn’t make it past, the radar beeping made her panic.

She felt she had to first move her car a little to the left to be safe, moving cars horizontally in a garage was also something she learned from videos. Unfortunately, driving was not her forte, regardless of the fact that she was working on an assisted driving system.

For the next project, she thought, an automatic parking system might be fitting.

She shuffled back and forth, growing more irritated by the minute.

Suddenly someone knocked on her window, “Need help?”

It was the owner of that unlucky Eastern Automobile.

Wen Changling’s expression remained cold, “No, thanks.”

Jiang Chengxue stood by with his arms crossed, lighting a cigarette, which proved to be less interesting than watching Changling’s car maneuvers. He let the cigarette burn without actually smoking it, and chuckled as he watched her car go in and out.

Her patience depleted, Changling pressed on the gas too hard—there was a wall to the left and the car scraped against it.

“…”

She felt like cursing.

Undoing her seatbelt, she stepped out to inspect the damage—the back seat side had scraped against the left wall.

Someone nearby jeered, his tone lively enough to show he was in great spirits, “Why be so stubborn, you’re just making it harder on yourself.”

Wen Changling rarely lost her temper, “Mind your own business.”

If it weren’t for his company’s Eastern Automobile blocking the way, would she have any trouble getting out?

Jiang Chengxue kept a good-tempered appearance, not getting angry, the corners of his mouth curled with amusement, “Wen Changling, why are you getting mad at me? Be reasonable.”

Be reasonable, right.

Wen Changling kept her composure, “You’ll get what’s coming to you.”

“Heard that?” Jiang Chengxue tossed the cigarette on the ground and stamped it out, his skin so pale as if it never saw sunlight, “What’s wrong with you, eavesdropping on people’s conversations.”