He is Lovestruck in the Revenge-Chapter 282 - 275 Teams Favorite Miss Wen (Second Update)

Chapter 282: 275: Team’s Favorite Miss Wen (Second Update)

Chapter 282: 275: Team’s Favorite Miss Wen (Second Update)

Seeing her so conflicted, Su Nanzhi laughed and said, “Just call me Madam Su.”

“Madam Su.” Wen Changling stood beside Xie Shang, very poised and gracefully, “Congratulations on your award. This is a gift for you.”

Su Nanzhi took the bag, which felt heavy in her hand. She looked inside and found a metal jigsaw puzzle painting with pieces representing all the roles she had played.

Su Nanzhi carefully put the painting back into the bag.

“I really like it, thank you.”

Liang Shuchuan came out with Su Nanzhi’s coat in his hand.

“This is my spouse,” Su Nanzhi introduced Wen Changling, “You can call him Mr. Liang.”

“Mr. Liang.”

Liang Shuchuan nodded, walked over to Su Nanzhi, and handed her the coat.

Loving beauty, Su Nanzhi pushed the coat away, reluctant to wear it, “Let’s go inside, it’s cold out here.”

Xie Shang led Wen Changling inside first.

Su Nanzhi, who was walking behind, was pulled back by Liang Shuchuan.

“Nanzhi,” he said.

Liang Shuchuan took the gift bag and helped Su Nanzhi into her coat, “You just referred to your spouse.”

Su Nanzhi frowned at the bulky clothes, showing her displeasure, but she didn’t move, allowing Liang Shuchuan to do up all the buttons. She retorted, “Otherwise?” Even though they hadn’t registered their marriage.

He laughed, clearly fond of the term “spouse.”

When he smiled, there were faint lines at the corners of his eyes, which Su Nanzhi reached out to touch. She had started a relationship with him the second year after her divorce, and it had been nine years now.

“You’ve always followed me around since you were in your teens, and now we are old,” she said.

Su Nanzhi went to the Liang Family to learn to play the pipa when she was eighteen.

The Liang Family was an artistic family, and Liang Shuchuan, the youngest in the family, had also been immersed in art from a young age. It was because of her that he entered the entertainment industry. It seemed that from their youth to the present, she had always been ahead, and he had followed behind.

“Back then, I was too young to catch up with you,” he said.

Su Nanzhi was nine years older than him. When she reached the age of marriage, he was still just a boy, which is why they missed many years.

But fortunately, now there were no regrets.

“That must be Xingxing’s girlfriend?” Zhai Qiujin stopped playing mahjong.

Zhai Wenjin also looked over.

Xie Shang seemed to be afraid that the person in his arms would be bumped into, guarding her very carefully. Zhai Qiujin couldn’t see her face and asked her daughter-in-law to take over her hand of tiles. Zhai Qiujin left the table, “I’ll go have a look.”

Zhai Wenjin grabbed her, “Don’t scare her away.”

Not many people came today, but even a few dozen people mostly recognized Xie Shang, and today’s incense in the room was personally selected by Xie Shang.

It was rare to find young people like Xie Shang who appreciated the art of incense. So just think, a young gentleman skilled in fragrance, cultured but not flirtatious, with a well-known reputation, now bringing a girl in protectively, it was impossible not to take a few extra glances.

The gazes from all around made Wen Changling feel a bit uncomfortable.

“Do you want to meet my grandmother?” he asked.

Wen Changling nodded. Greeting elders was basic etiquette, but apart from Xie Shang’s relatives, she preferred not to interact too much with others.

Xie Shang brought Wen Changling in front of Zhai Wenjin.

“Changling, this is my grandmother.”

“Hello,” said Wen Changling, who had lived independently for many years and wasn’t very experienced in interacting with the elderly. Her expression was reserved, and she was a bit awkward with the address, “Grandmother.”

Zhai Wenjin beamed with joy, “Good, good, good.”

Zhai Wenjin had not seen Wen Changling for the first time; she had seen her photograph before. Previously, when Xie Shang was injured and in surgery at the hospital, she had met Wen Changling briefly, but they were outside the operating room, so there wasn’t time for proper greetings.

That time Zhai Wenjin thought that the girl had a very stable temperament. This time, the feeling was different; there was an added tension and caution about her, the bashfulness of a young girl “meeting the parents” for the first time.

Because she was the beloved of her cherished grandson, Zhai Wenjin had taken a fondness to her by association and liked her more and more, “Changling, have you had dinner yet?”

Wen Changling honestly replied, “Not yet.”

“Xingxing, go get Changling something to eat.”

Xie Shang went to the kitchen.

Zhai Wenjin kicked Su Beihe away from the countertop and turned to Wen Changling with a beaming smile, “Sit here.”

Wen Changling obediently sat down.

There were refreshments and drinks on the countertop.

“Have some pastries to tide you over,” Zhai Wenjin suggested, placing a plate of delicate-looking pastries in front of Wen Changling, “This Cloud Slice Cake is delicious, give it a try.”

“Thank you.”

Wen Changling wiped her hands and picked up a piece.

“By the way, there’s still some soup I brought; I’ll go get it.”

Zhai Wenjin hurried off to the kitchen.

The Cloud Slice Cake was indeed delicious, but Wen Changling was too shy to take a second piece.

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Suddenly, someone sat down next to her, propped their chin, and observed her, “Where did you dye your hair?” The man was very interested in her hairstyle, praising it, “It’s a perfect blend of black and white, simply stunning.”

Wen Changling had dyed silver-white at the tips of her hair, while the rest remained black.

But black and white blend was not meant to be used in that way.

Su Beihe was seriously annoyed, “Ning Song,” also misusing idioms, “Come sit here.”

Ning Song was very annoyed by him, “Iron mouth and steel teeth, you meddle too much.”

Ning Song was of Chinese descent, his command of the Imperial language was mediocre, but he loved to use idioms. He looked disgruntled but moved over anyway.