He is Lovestruck in the Revenge-Chapter 290 - 283 If you make me pregnant I will abort it

Chapter 290: 283: If you make me pregnant, I will abort it.

Chapter 290: 283: If you make me pregnant, I will abort it.

On the fifth day, Granny Zhu’s family returned from their hometown.

Next door, Grandma Lin had already started making lanterns, planning to sell them during the Lantern Festival. Xie Shang was skilled with his hands and learned how to do it after watching a few times. Tongtong wanted a little bear lantern, and Xie Shang was making one for her.

Wen Changling’s phone rang, and she checked the caller ID before stepping outside the courtyard to answer.

“How have you been lately?”

Wen Changling did not respond.

“Happy New Year, Wen Changling.” The tone from the other end was very relaxed, as if reminiscing, “Say something, let me hear your voice.”

She spoke, sincerely cursing someone with all seriousness, “Happy New Year, may you reach paradise soon.”

The person on the other end laughed and replied, “Then I wish you get what you wish for.”

Getting what one wishes for, this phrase was a knock reminding her.

Wen Changling hung up and went back to the courtyard, where Xie Shang came over with the lantern.

“For you.”

“Can I make a wish?”

Xie Shang said yes.

Then, wishing Jiang Chengxue would reach paradise soon, Wen Changling “malevolently” made a wish in her heart.

After the seventh day, Wen Changling returned to work, but Xie Shang became idle. Apart from the eight hours she worked, Xie Shang spent the rest of the time with her.

After work, Wen Changling helped Granny Zhu pick out potatoes that had started to sprout, with Granny Zhu saying that it’s best to have two sprouts on each piece, so the potatoes would grow well when planted. Xie Shang, living a life of ease, had never seen how potatoes were grown and watched with great curiosity.

He seemed very free lately.

But just yesterday, Wen Changling saw on social media that Gu Yihuan was complaining about someone being hard to please.

While Wen Changling was cutting potatoes, she casually asked, “Aren’t you working anymore?”

A young master of privilege, pampering a cat and basking in the sun, with skin so pale and fair that it never tans, causing envy casually said, “I don’t want to work anymore, I want to slack off.” He lazily teased, “Miss Wen, how about I take care of the inside, and you take care of the outside?”

Miss Wen rejected the proposal as well as the attempt to live off her, and hummed in response, “If you’re so idle, then come and help me cut the potatoes.”

Xie Shang put down the cat, “Kiss me first.”

Granny Zhu, who was still around, “…” Young people these days really are affectionate.

Wen Changling glared fiercely at him, warning, “It’s broad daylight; don’t be so indecent!”

Xie Shang smiled and moved closer, “Come on, just one kiss, how is that indecent?”

She pushed the chopping board towards Xie Shang, commanding like the head of the household, “Cut the potatoes.”

Alright.

Xie Shang toiled willingly as the laborer.

Wen Changling held the cat supervising, but soon got a bit distracted. Xie Shang’s hands, even covered in dirt, looked clean. His fingers were long, and she had observed closely; each one had a small crescent moon.

Because of Xie Shang’s earlier indecency, it made her think of something indecent — she had licked Xie Shang’s hand.

“Am I doing a good job cutting?”

Wen Changling did not respond, still lost in indecent thoughts.

Granny Zhu chimed in to encourage, “Very good, very good, you’re doing a great job.”

Xie Shang, with his dusty hand, poked Wen Changling’s dazed face, then tried to wipe it clean with his sleeve, “You’re not even praising me, baby.”

Wen Changling: “…”

Lately, Xie Shang loved calling her baby. She was a bit troubled; he didn’t care about the occasion. They used to only say it in bed.

By the ninth day, the cloudy skies that lasted a week finally cleared up.

The calendar on the table had another page torn off, and Wen Changling gazed at the numbers, lost in thought. The year was almost over, and there were things that shouldn’t be delayed any longer.

Her phone on the table suddenly vibrated. She snapped back to reality and answered Xie Shang’s call.

“Changling.”

“Why haven’t you gone to sleep?”

It was almost ten o’clock.

“You’re not asleep either.” Across the phone, Xie Shang’s voice was as light as a whisper by her side, “I can’t sleep without you.”

“You used to sleep fine when I wasn’t there, even before we were dating and you were alone.” Wen Changling took out the sleeping pills from the drawer, unscrewed the cap, and spilled out several, “Mr. Gu even said you’re very particular, that no one else can even touch your bed.”

Xie Shang, pampered and spoiled since birth, had his fair share of young master habits.

“But you said yourself, that was before.” He sounded dissatisfied, as if complaining, “Miss Wen, it takes twenty-one days to form a habit. Count how many times I’ve slept with you.”

Wen Changling, who had poor sleep, didn’t want Xie Shang to suffer too. She put down the phone and picked up the cup on the table.

At that moment, someone knocked on the door from outside.

Wen Changling had no choice but to pour the pills back, screw the cap on tightly, return them to the drawer, and get up to open the door.

She knew it would be Xie Shang.

In a rather flippant tone, she said, “Why don’t you listen?”

“I’ll listen tomorrow.”

Xie Shang closed the door, picked her up, his arms supporting her legs wrapped around his waist, kissing her as he walked toward the bed; he was so skilled at kissing that he melted her defenses in moments.

Those hands that she was utterly infatuated with were now interlocked with hers.

She was truly addicted.

*****

Since the new year, aside from visits to the Xie Family and the Su Family, Xie Shang attended no one else’s gatherings. It was just as Gu Yihuan had complained about: he was exceedingly difficult to invite.

Next week, Noon Ferry was having a new fragrance trial, and as the owner and head perfumer, Xie Shang had yet to show up at the company.

He Dongzhou called him.

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“Haven’t seen you around lately, what are you busy with?”

Xie Shang answered, “Mhm.”

“Find some time to come to Noon Ferry, I need to talk to you.”

“Mhm.”

It was obvious, Xie Shang was completely distracted.

“Are you listening?”

“Sorry, I wasn’t listening.”

The only one who could affect Xie Shang this much was Miss Wen.

“Get back to me when you can listen.” He Dongzhou hung up.

Xie Shang sat in the car for a long time.

Granny Zhu had told him in private that something was wrong with Wen Changling, she had been using a needle on herself.

Because needles won’t leave scars.

Xie Shang had seen a psychologist. The doctor said that the patient was depressed, agitated, with serious tendencies of self-harm and suicidal behavior. From the moment Wen Changling asked him how long it would take for him to forget her if she died first, he knew she was ill, so she kept hurting herself. He wanted her pity, her reluctance to let go, and her to notice this star that would dim as soon as she perished.

Wen Changling answered his call quickly.

“Xie Shang, why are you calling me again?”

Wen Changling had gone back to work, while Xie Shang remained idle.

When one is left with nothing to do, thoughts tend to wander. Xie Shang dare not dwell on many things. He had quit smoking, and eating too many nicotine gums had left his throat feeling uncomfortable.

He said, “I miss you.”

“We just parted less than five hours ago.”

It was Xie Shang who had driven Wen Changling to the company that morning. Little did she know, Xie Shang hadn’t left at all, having stayed until now.

“I’m in your company’s parking lot. Come down, will you? Let me see you.”

Over the phone, she complained that he was so annoying and hung up grumpily. But within a few minutes, the elevator door in the parking lot opened and a girl in a beige coat ran over. Upon opening the car door, she started murmuring under her breath.

“Xingxing, you’re so clingy—”

Xie Shang embraced her.

Having ceased all work, he had plenty of time. For several days in a row, he’d sit for hours at the base of her company’s building, not doing anything except staying somewhere not too far from her.

He acted like he couldn’t bear to be away from her for even a moment. She knew he was trying to retain her in his own way.

In Wen Changling’s timeline, Lantern Festival was the last day of the New Year. That morning, Gu Yihuan visited Xie Shang.

He emerged from Xie Shang’s bedroom, head lowered, footsteps hurried and hasty. Wen Changling purposely stepped aside, but he still collided with her.

The documents he was holding fell to the ground.

He looked up to see her, panic-stricken: “Sister-in-law.”

Wen Changling glanced at the floor.

He immediately picked up the documents that had fallen and held them with both hands, his eyes darting around, his face betraying guilt as if hiding a telling secret: “I have something else to attend to, I’ll be going now.”

Wen Changling had already seen what Gu Yihuan dropped.

As the Lantern Festival moon hung full, the curtains were left slightly unclosed, allowing the cool moonlight to seep in, reaching eyes already filled with longing, shimmering like reflections on the water, with a teasing itch lurking within the flushed desire.

The weather had warmed up over the past few days, and Wen Changling was hot, sweating profusely.

She sat down heavily.

Xie Shang supported her: “You haven’t put it on yet.”

As she sat above him, she deliberately toyed with him, maliciously scratching at the spot where she had left a bite mark earlier: “If you get me pregnant, I’ll just abort the baby.” She touched his face lightly, “So Xingxing, you need to hold back, don’t—” She whispered the last word right next to his ear.

Xie Shang was completely helpless against her: “Why are you so bad?”

“Because you’re not behaving.”

Gu Yihuan’s acting was awfully poor.

Xie Shang had deliberately let her see that will.