He is Lovestruck in the Revenge-Chapter 302 - 295 The Proposal (Grand Finale Part 2)

Chapter 302: 295: The Proposal (Grand Finale Part 2)

Chapter 302: 295: The Proposal (Grand Finale Part 2)

Because as long as Xie Shang told Jiang Chengxue that she had secretly had a child, Jiang Chengxue would certainly not tolerate it. He had been soft-hearted just once, and that was with Wen Changling.

Because of his relationship with Wen Changling, Xie Shang had restrained his true nature quite a bit, and perhaps some had forgotten that he was the bad shoot that grew out of the Xie Family’s bamboo forest. He wanted Jiang Chengxue to pay with her blood, and he had been planning since before the New Year, cooperating with Dai Qiu, aware of all Jiang Chengxue’s plans, and also aware that the race car had problems.

To understand Jiang Chengxue, one only needs to put oneself in the shoes of a madman, and to pathologize one’s thoughts. This was very simple for Xie Shang. If it were him, he would not let anyone else have Wen Changling if he couldn’t have her; thus, there were only two methods—either to die with Wen Changling or to die with Wen Changling’s lover. The fact that the Hooked Cymbidium laced wine was not ultimately fed to Wen Changling showed that Jiang Chengxue had softened his heart; he had been soft-hearted towards Wen Changling and could not bear to die with her, meaning in the end he would definitely not leave Xie Shang alive.

Xie Shang accommodated him, designing a survival scenario for one person in a mutual destruction plan and then logically sent Jiang Chengxue on her way, even if her life was not in danger in the race, she would still be condemned for manslaughter.

In the end, Xie Shang won.

Wen Changling slept in the farthest corner of the bed, unable to sleep without Xie Shang, not even taking off her hearing aid, lying with her eyes closed not knowing what time it had become, then hearing the door open late at night, very quietly, followed by someone lying down beside her.

She edged inwards, “We are still fighting.”

“Yeah, we are still fighting, I just came to sleep with you.”

Wen Changling didn’t want to deal with him.

She liked obedient people, and Xie Shang was not obedient at all.

“My hand hurts.”

That’s your own doing, you deserve it.

“Changling,” Xie Shang was skilled at using his pleasant voice to cajole, “Baby, can I hold you?”

The moonlight outside the window was like fine frosting, sprinkling a bit on the pillow.

Wen Changling turned around, her hand sliding onto Xie Shang’s waist: “You’re not allowed to touch race cars anymore.” She actually blamed herself more, always taking medication, her condition a total mess, causing him a lot of trouble and leading to his injury.

“Okay.”

The next morning, a visitor arrived.

The man, in a suit and polished shoes, politely knocked on the door, waiting for Xie Shang and Wen Changling to look over before asking Wen Changling, “Miss Wen, right?”

Wen Changling was lying in the chair soaking up the morning sun, with Huahua dozing at her feet: “That’s me.”

He then looked at Xie Shang: “Lawyer Xie.”

Xie Shang recognized the badge he wore, he was a lawyer.

“I am Mr. Jiang Chengxue’s legal representative. My surname is Yang, and I am here today to discuss the matter of inheritance with Miss Wen.”

Wen Changling was still somewhat drowsy, struggling to stay awake: “Jiang Chengxue’s inheritance?”

“Yes,” Lawyer Yang said, “According to the will, all of Mr. Jiang Chengxue’s movable and immovable property is to be inherited by Miss Wen in its entirety.”

Wen Changling found it preposterous: “I don’t need it.”

“If you do not need it, you are free to do as you please after the inheritance procedures are completed.”

Wen Changling sat up, the blanket falling to the floor, feeling irritable and almost ready to argue. Xie Shang put down the watering can he was using to water the flowers, picking up the blanket: “I’ll handle it.”

She hummed in agreement, not wanting to bother with it.

Three days later, the procedures were completed, and Xie Shang handled all the follow-up matters. Eastern Automobile hired a professional manager to take over, and Xie Shang established a foundation with Jiang Chengxue’s inheritance, besides the part given to Dai Qiu, with all of it going to charity.

Dai Qiu left the imperial capital, as Xie Shang wished.

On Vernal Equinox day, Madam Zhai Wenjin invited Wen Changling to the Su Family for a meal. Madam Zhai didn’t care about the Vernal Equinox at all; she just wanted to see Wen Changling. Madam Zhai took her affection for the loved one to heart and sent Wen Changling jewelry every few days, as if she intended to pluck the stars and moon for her.

Wen Changling noticed that the Su Family also had a Chinese Toon Tree, with a tall and thick trunk, the tender shoots on the tree reachable by hand from the second-floor window.

Madam Zhai had raised chickens at home, saying she would make soup for Wen Changling once the chickens were grown. Just now, Madam Zhai had sent Ms. Su Nanzhi to take Wen Changling to the yard to see her baby chicks. Passing by the Chinese Toon Tree, Wen Changling thought of scrambled eggs with Chinese toon and stopped to look at the tree.

“It has tender shoots now, ready to eat.”

Ms. Su Nanzhi had her nails done again, and they were as beautiful as ever, “Do you like to eat them?”

“Mm.”

Xie Shang probably did, since he even planted a Chinese Toon Tree.

“Your taste is similar to mine,” Ms. Su Nanzhi had recently taken on a new role that required her to gain weight, and she looked radiantly plump, a beauty that even time seemed reluctant to ravage, “Xie Shang is so fussy, he doesn’t eat Chinese toon at all.”

Then why plant it?

Ms. Su Nanzhi told Wen Changling, “The tree was planted by Xie Shang’s grandmother the year he was born. The old lady was superstitious, saying it had a good omen for longevity.”

I see.

Wen Changling returned from checking on the chicks and stood by the second-floor window, reaching her hand outside, on her tiptoes to pluck some Chinese toon leaves.

She was enfolded by a waist-hugging embrace, and Xie Shang pulled her back, “Stand further back, don’t fall off.”

She didn’t manage to pick any Chinese toon; instead, Wen Changling caught a handful of the warm, March sun.

“Xie Shang, you are so superstitious.”

Xie Shang didn’t understand, “Hmm?”

Madam Zhai planted a Chinese toon tree for Xie Shang, and now Xie Shang has planted one for Wen Changling; both the grandparent and grandchild were superstitious. Wen Changling stepped in the shadow of the tree before the window, reaching out to embrace Xie Shang.

“When did your mother and Mr. Liang register their marriage?” she changed the subject.

“Before the new year.”

Wen Changling heard the aunt in the kitchen calling Liang Shuchuan ‘son-in-law.’

This aunt was hired recently, the Su Family was quite informal and relaxed, but the aunt was a soap opera fan, always using terms like ‘son-in-law, young master, and miss,’ quite immersed in television characters.

“Did they not have a wedding banquet?”

“Madam Su couldn’t be bothered.” The temperature had been high these past days, and Wen Changling wore thin clothes, allowing Xie Shang’s single hand to wrap around her entire waist with ease, which made him reluctant to tighten his grip, “During the blizzard just before the new year, there were two days of sunshine; Madam Su saw the nice weather and asked Liang Shuchuan if he wanted to take ID photos. She didn’t even say it was for wedding photos, and he just went with Madam Su.”

To Xie Shang, it seemed Liang Shuchuan was too easily led astray.

He provided an objective, calm assessment of Ms. Su Nanzhi’s proposal, “Too casual, not romantic at all.”

“Now that they’re married, is it still appropriate to call him Mr. Liang?” Wen Changling now called Su Beihe simply ‘uncle,’ as Madam Zhai said it created less distance.

“I call him that too.” Xie Shang had just finished copying something for Zhai Wenjin, and there were traces of ink on his fingers, the black against the white making his fingers appear even cleaner. The back of his hand showed veins, and a man’s hand conveyed a strong sense of power as it gently embraced the young girl’s waist. His fingers were long at the joints; one hand almost completely covered her entire waistline. Xie Shang smiled, his eyes twinkling with stars, “You can also call him Mr. Su. I think he would be quite pleased if you used his wife’s surname.”

Anyway, he himself wouldn’t object.

Speaking of the Su Nanzhi couple, Wen Changling was quite interested, “I read online that they are childhood sweethearts.”

“You could say that; Ms. Su went to the Liang Family to learn the pipa when she was eighteen. My grandmother said her pipa skills were half-baked, and she even led the teacher’s most cherished youngest son astray from his lineage, right into the world of performing arts.” There was another thing, Xie Shang said, “At Ms. Su’s wedding, Liang Shuchuan was the one holding her wedding dress train.”

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Wen Changling couldn’t help but imagine, a young man following the girl he loved deeply, watching her get married and have children. The scene was somewhat sad, but fortunately, the outcome was a happy one.

“It’s nice weather today,” Wen Changling felt moved and suddenly suggested, “Xingxing, how about we go take ID pictures?”

Xie Shang was stunned.

Without an immediate reply, Wen Changling grew uncertain, “Is it too casual?”

Xie Shang held her close, the corners of his eyes growing warm, “No, it’s very romantic.”

The sunlight fell on the young buds of the Chinese toon, casting fan-shaped shadows on the ground, enlarged and falling beside the girl’s shadow, like a spread-out veil.

In that moment, countless rays of spring seemed to incline towards them.

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