He is Lovestruck in the Revenge-Chapter 154 - 148 Xingxings Seduction Changlings Past (Second

Chapter 154: 148: Xingxing’s Seduction, Changling’s Past (Second Update)

Chapter 154: 148: Xingxing’s Seduction, Changling’s Past (Second Update)

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The music festival began on time at seven o’clock.

The fireworks set around the stage ignited all at once when the drum set was played, and the opening singer came to the center of the stage amidst the blaze of flames.

The venue immediately heated up.

Jiahui had never been to a concert before, she thought it must be something like this, where during a sing-along, one’s heart would also heat up. Even as someone who wasn’t a fan, she couldn’t help but sway her hand and nod her head.

The first few songs were lively, after the fourth singer finished a rock song, they sang a love song.

Jiahui stood at the back of the crowd, “Who is this singer?”

Xie Shang didn’t hear clearly, leaned in, and asked, “Huh?”

Jiahui wore a glowing green star on her head, it was dark around her, and the five points of the star were reflected on her face. She complimented the singer onstage, “He’s very handsome and sings well.” Jiahui didn’t usually pay much attention to celebrities, she asked Xie Shang, “Who is he?”

Xie Shang knew him, but replied, “I don’t know.”

Jiahui took out her phone.

Gu Yihuan had purchased a trending search spot, so it was findable online.

Oh, it’s him.

Jiahui learned the name, but it was too noisy, she leaned toward Xie Shang’s ear and asked him a favor, “Xie Shang, can you help me get Mr. Gu to get this singer’s autograph?”

Xie Shang responded with an “Mhm.”

After this song ended, Jiahui went to the restroom, and on her way back she passed by the bar. The bar area was far from the stage and less crowded, so she found a vacant seat and sat down, taking down the star headband from her head.

To her right sat a young girl, with a neat low ponytail, wearing a black one-shoulder blouse, willow-leaf eyebrows, curvy eyes, and slightly pointed red lips, giving her an intellectual and poised appearance.

It was the kind of look that elders tended to favor the most.

Jiahui spoke first, “Miss Pang.”

Pang Zijin, the sister of Pang Shifang.

She turned her head, “Miss Wen.”

“Long time no see.”

She also said, “Long time no see.”

The last time they had met was six years ago.

Gu Yihuan went onstage with his band. As soon as his voice came out, it immediately captured Jiahui’s attention because he sang off-key.

“Mr. Gu sings just like before.” Not good.

Pang Zijin, resting her chin in her hand, smiled while looking at the stage, “Sounds pretty good to me.”

Miss Pang also had the same unique taste in music as before.

Jiahui, not wanting to keep Xie Shang waiting, cut to the chase, “Miss Pang, do you remember our agreement?”

Pang Zijin put down her glass, “What do you want me to do?”

She owed Jiahui a favor.

“I have the same goal as you do.”

“Pang Shifang?”

Jiahui nodded.

For Jiahui to be so open and honest meant that she had completely grasped the Pang Family’s situation. Pang Zijin was straightforward too, extending her hand, “Pleasure to work with you.”

Jiahui shook her hand briefly, “If you encounter any difficulties at the Pang Family, Fu Ying will help you.”

The Pangs and the Zhou Family were related by marriage, as Pang Shifang’s mother was the sister of Zhou Kangyi. According to their relations, Pang Zijin should call Fu Ying ‘Aunt.’

She looked a little surprised, “You know Fu Ying?”

She remembered the first time she met Jiahui, seven years ago, on the rooftop of the thirty-third floor library.

The two girls met on the path to committing suicide by jumping; it was a strange scene as they both stared at each other blankly.

It was Jiahui who spoke first, “Why don’t you want to live?”

Pang Zijin answered, “Someone won’t let me live.” She asked Jiahui, “And you?”

“I want to see my little brother and mom.”

Jumping together seemed a bit morbid; afterwards, they might be suspected of having a relationship.

So Jiahui asked Pang Zijin, “Would you like to jump first, or should I?”

“I’ll go first.”

Pang Zijin took a step forward.

Jiahui waited a few seconds, then went to hold her back, “But I also want to jump first.”

Pang Zijin turned around and saw Jiahui’s arm, wrapped in bandages. At that time, Jiahui had a mild tendency toward self-harm.

It was odd.

At that moment, they tacitly shared the same thought; neither wanted to live, yet both wanted to save another life.

So Jiahui suggested, “How about we both don’t jump today?”

“Alright.”

That time, neither of them jumped.

About six months later at their second meeting, in a public restroom, Pang Zijin was being pushed against the wall of a stall by three women, who were forcibly injecting her with DP.

Jiahui picked up the mop nearby and beat those three women; of course, she also got hurt quite badly.

Wen Changling seemed to know about her predicament and took the initiative to suggest, “If you want to transfer schools, I can help you.”

“Thank you for helping me,” she replied.

She was also very honest, stating her reason for offering help, “I owe you one.”

“I’ll remember that,” he said.

Looking back now, Wen Changling must have been planning ahead from that moment. Pang Zijin didn’t feel used; on the contrary, she was grateful that Wen Changling had given her a helping hand back then.

Wen Changling left to go see Xie Shang.

Pang Zijin turned her gaze toward the stage where Gu Yihuan was interacting with the girls in the audience. She then recalled another incident when she had seen Wen Changling at Mageli’s Beach Beer Festival.

At that time, Gu Yihuan was also on the beach.

“It’s not easy running into a fellow townsman when you’re out and about, give a hand, will you?”

“Sure, tell me what you need.”

“Um, um… what color is your underwear?”

“Find out the color for yourself.”

Gu Yihuan was quite startled.

“Little brother, you’re too young to play adults’ games.”

A companion beside Pang Zijin called out to Wen Changling, “Ling.”

Wen Changling came over and saw that Pang Zijin was focused on watching Gu Yihuan.

“Do you know him?” he asked.

“Yeah, he’s an idiot.”

The idiot had lost again while playing a game and was now singing; his voice could be heard from afar.

Wen Changling found it unpleasant to listen to.

But Pang Zijin said, “It actually sounds quite nice.”

By the time the music festival was over, it was past ten o’clock.

Xie Shang came back from backstage, and Wen Changling was waiting at the entrance, “Did you get the autograph?”

“Yeah.”

The shoes Wen Changling was wearing that day were uncomfortable to walk in, so as soon as she left the bar and found a seated area in the park, she stopped walking.

“I don’t want to walk anymore, bring the car here, and I’ll wait for you,” she said.

“Okay.”

Due to the music festival crowd, parking was scarce and Xie Shang’s car was parked far away. When he drove up, he saw Wen Changling sitting on a park bench playing with a Fairy Stick.

The Fairy Stick was given to her by a bartender as they were leaving, saying it was leftover from the performance and for the girls to play with.

Xie Shang got out of the car and approached Wen Changling, “You going or not?”

She sat there, “Xie Shang, do you feel like having a smoke?”

Miss Wen’s train of thought was quite erratic.

“I don’t have cigarettes on me.”

As if performing a magic trick, Wen Changling pulled out a pack of men’s cigarettes from her pocket, “I bought some.” She had impulsively purchased them earlier when she had gone to buy a lighter.

She ripped open the packaging, took out a cigarette, stood up, pushed Xie Shang to sit down, and then brought the cigarette to his lips.

Xie Shang wasn’t sure what she was up to.

He opened his mouth and cooperated by holding the cigarette in his lips.

She used a new Fairy Stick, lit by a lighter, stood between Xie Shang’s legs, sheltered the flame with her hand, and leaned in, “Use this to light it.”

Xie Shang laughed, “You worry about this, huh?”

“It’s not that,” she replied.

Wen Changling had him hold the cigarette again, her fingers pressing on his lips, indicating that he shouldn’t talk.

Xie Shang looked into her eyes and did as she desired, moving closer to the flame, bowing his head to light the cigarette, taking a gentle drag, his Adam’s apple moving, allowing the smoke to fill his lungs.

The light from the fireworks shines into the eyes, naturally causing one to squint, and in those blurred moments, it’s easiest to fall in love.

Like Miss Xiao, the lead singer.

Wen Changling lifted her hand, gently tracing the contours of Xie Shang’s face. Yueyue was wrong, she couldn’t like Xie Shang, not even in those blurred moments.

Because at this moment, she did not feel any sexual desire, which the internet says doesn’t lie when it comes to love.

She removed her hand, ready to toss away the Fairy Stick. Xie Shang, however, grasped her hand; the cigarette was still between her fingers. He tensed his legs slightly, trapping Wen Changling within his domain.

“Is that singer better looking than me?” he asked.

Wen Changling shook her head. Based on past experience, Boss Xie was definitely jealous again. She said, “It’s for my colleague’s autograph.” Jiahui knew she was going to the bar music festival and had specifically asked her to get the autograph.

The Fairy Stick was almost burned out.

In the second before the light of the Fairy Stick went out, Xie Shang tilted his head up to kiss her.

“Xie Shang, we’re outside,” she said.

Wen Changling dodged backward; she was shy in public places.

Xie Shang clasped the back of her neck, pulling her back to continue.

The street lamp above their heads, the wind swirling leaves and flying fluff in midair; a loose halo of light encased them. Xie Shang was very emotional, closing his eyes, kissing her passionately, his fingers unconsciously caressing the skin on her neck, transferring the lingering warmth from his tongue to her, the opening and closing of their lips making very faint sounds.