He is Lovestruck in the Revenge-Chapter 280 - 273 Changling favors Xie Shang Gu Yihuans official

Chapter 280: 273: Changling favors Xie Shang, Gu Yihuan’s official match (second update)

Chapter 280: 273: Changling favors Xie Shang, Gu Yihuan’s official match (second update)

Gu Yihuan and Song Silin held their breaths, looking at each other.

“My phone is out of power, I’ve come out of the hospital, at the pharmacy opposite the hospital’s main entrance.”

“I’ll be there in about ten minutes,” Xie Shang asked Wen Changling, “Do you have an umbrella?”

“No.”

“Then wait for me inside the pharmacy.”

“Okay.”

Wen Changling ended the call and returned the phone to Jiang Chengxue.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

The rain wasn’t pouring heavily, cleansing the streets thoroughly. The snow gathered on the trees had turned to ice, and when the wind blew, it rustled the leaves, shattering the cotton-like ice crystals and causing them to fall in fragments.

Wen Changling turned and went back into the pharmacy.

“Are you with Xie Shang again?”

Again.

You could tell he was running out of patience.

Wen Changling turned around, her gaze calm: “You seem to know a lot about me.”

“Indeed, quite a lot.”

She didn’t continue the conversation, pushed the door, and went into the pharmacy.

Jiang Chengxue stepped down from the stairs.

Mr. Xue, the secretary, followed behind him with an umbrella: “Chairman Jiang, you haven’t picked up your medication.”

Jiang Chengxue had to undergo a heart check every three months.

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The elevator in the outpatient building was nearly a hundred meters away from the pharmacy across the hospital. He recognized Wen Changling’s profile at first glance in the elevator; he had gathered a pile of people with features like hers and was too familiar with her features.

“I’m not taking them anymore, don’t need them from now on.”

*****

The atmosphere in the car was odd; the two hitchhikers in the back dared not make a sound, so they silently took out their phones and contacted each other via WeChat.

Si Shuai: “Could Four’s girlfriend really be cheating?”

Valley Mouth Singing God: “Stop farting.”

Si Shuai: “But she was just with that guy surnamed Jiang.”

Valley Mouth Singing God: “Shameless home wrecker!”

“Why did you borrow Jiang Chengxue’s phone?” Xie Shang suddenly spoke.

The two in the back stopped typing and pricked up their ears to listen.

Wen Changling said, “My phone was out of power, and he happened to be right there.”

Little Scar was recovering well, and Wen Changling would visit her in the hospital whenever she had free time. The recent temperature had been very low, causing Granny Zhu’s joints to ache, so Wen Changling bought some plaster for her at the pharmacy. Just after she paid for the medicine, her phone automatically shut down.

The car drove slowly, and Xie Shang said, “You could have borrowed someone else’s phone.”

Borrowing the phone was a spur-of-the-moment decision for Wen Changling because she suddenly thought she could take this opportunity to plant something in Jiang Chengxue’s phone.

She didn’t tell Xie Shang the truth: “I know him, what’s wrong with borrowing his phone?”

Oh, there is!

Gu Yihuan: Your “affair” even made it to the hot search!

Right then, a message from Su Nanzhi came through.

While waiting for the traffic light, Xie Shang opened it to look and didn’t continue the topic about Jiang Chengxue: “Madam Su is having a celebration banquet at South Building tomorrow night, why don’t you come with me?”

The more she got involved, the more mess Xie Shang would have to clean up later when she went to accompany Ah Na.

Wen Changling refused: “I’d rather not go.”

“Just eat and come home, it won’t take long, is that okay?”

Xie Shang’s voice was very soft, so soft it didn’t sound like a question.

It sounded more like a plea.

He wished she would come, he hoped Miss Wen would step into his circle.

“I don’t want to go.”

“Can you tell me why?”

Wen Changling looked down, her fingers repeatedly picking at the edge of the medicine box: “I’m busy with work.”

Xie Shang knew it was her excuse; if it were any other time, he might just let her be, but the call she made with Jiang Chengxue’s phone earlier had disrupted his reason.

“What work do you absolutely have to do tomorrow night if the weekend is the day after tomorrow?”

Wen Changling lifted her head, her eyes seemingly filled with two glowing beams: “What do you want to ask? What are you suspecting?”

The car stopped.

Xie Shang looked at Wen Changling: “You two get out.”

Song Silin teased Gu Yihuan, raising his eyebrows: us?

Gu Yihan pushed the door open and got out of the car, seeing Song Silin lingering, he pulled him along.

The car door shut.

Song Silin shivered, rubbing his hands: “They’re not going to start arguing, are they?”

“They’ve already started.”

Gu Yihuan withdrew his hand, crouched by the roadside, unable to resist stealing glances towards the driver’s side.

Wen Changling subconsciously twisted the handle of the plastic bag with her fingers.

Her hand was already reddened from the grip, Xie Shang took the bag from her hand and set it aside, “Why deliberately approach Jiang Chengxue?”

Wen Changling kept her head down: “No, you’re overthinking.”

“You don’t want to go to the celebration banquet,” Xie Shang hypothesized, “is it because you don’t want to see my family?”

She remained silent, with nothing else in her hands, tormentingly digging into the flesh on her fingers.

Xie Shang took her hand, freeing the reddened skin she had gouged from under her fingers. He lowered his voice: “Changling, don’t hide from me, can you tell me everything about yourself?”

Wen Changling was silent for a moment.

“Let them get in the car, it’s too cold outside, and we can’t park here for long.”

*****

“Do you think if Xie Shang’s girlfriend gets into an argument with him, faced with that face of his, could she still bear to scold him?”

Miss Wen not only had the heart to scold him but also did so without soothing him afterwards.

Gu Yihuan felt increasingly that there was no upside to being in a relationship, as it affected his mood too much. As he was pondering this, two businessmen nearby were exchanging pleasantries.

“President Pang, long time no see.”

“President Qi, long time no see.”

The two talked about business, investments, and stock prices—Gu Yihuan didn’t understand a word. He opened a bottle of alcohol beverage, and the sofa beside him dipped as someone sat down.

Gu Yihuan had heard of Pang Zijin, the illegitimate daughter of the Pang Family, who had taken over the Pang Family’s business in a high-profile manner a few months ago. The circles in the capital were that small, he had many friends, attended all sorts of gatherings, and had recently seen Pang Zijin at various occasions, but they hadn’t spoken. It seemed like he had seen her when he was a child, but he didn’t have much of an impression.

However, he had heard that since Pang Zijin took over Pamdow, she had developed quite a few new businesses, including investments in film and television and music production.

Gu Yihuan thought she would be a good connection to have, so why not make friends.

“Hello.”

Pang Zijin smiled lightly: “Hello.”

Why make a business connection?

Of course, to make his debut.

“Are you interested in investing in a singer with potential?” Gu Yihuan didn’t hold much hope; it was just a casual inquiry.

Pang Zijin looked at him, her gaze gentle: “Yes.” She asked, “Which singer?”

Gu Yihuan’s eyes immediately lit up: “Me.”

Pang Zijin had slender eyebrows and long eyes, giving off a dignified and approachable vibe. She took out her phone: “Then let’s add each other on WeChat, some things need a detailed discussion.”

“Sure, sure.”

Gu Yihuan felt as though he had caught a pie falling from the sky, slightly dizzy with excitement.

“Xiao Huan.”

Someone called him.

“I’ll be right back.” Gu Yihuan placed a throw pillow on the sofa, saving his seat, “I’ll be back soon, wait for me.”

Gu Yihuan was called away by an elder.

A hand reached out to remove the throw pillow saving the seat on the sofa. Pang Zijin put her bag on it and pressed it gently, signaling: it’s taken.

The other person withdrew their hand, seeing Pang Zijin’s smile, they asked: “Is President Pang celebrating something good? You look so happy.”

“An investment I made a few years back has finally paid off today.”

“Then congratulations.”

The other person was also in the film and television industry and raised their glass.

Pang Zijin clinked glasses with him, elated. Her business empire was already established, and she could now send Gu Yihuan to the pinnacle for fun.

*****

Wen Changling checked the time, it was not yet eight o’clock.

The gate of South Building had an electronic lock, and outsiders were not allowed in or out. She walked to the guard booth’s window: “Hello, could you open the gate, please?”

The guard inquired: “Which resident’s guest are you?”

“I’m here for Ms. Su Nanzhi’s celebration banquet.”

“Do you have an invitation?”

Wen Changling didn’t have an invitation.

She didn’t want to disappoint Xie Shang, so she came anyway.