He is Lovestruck in the Revenge-Chapter 191 - 184 Revenge taken on the spot reaping what one
Chapter 191: 184: Revenge taken on the spot, reaping what one sows, Fang Jiyin (first update)
Chapter 191: 184: Revenge taken on the spot, reaping what one sows, Fang Jiyin (first update)
At that moment, the most vicious thoughts invaded Fang Jiyin’s mind, rooted themselves insidiously, and grew wildly. She lost her reason and even contemplated a scorched earth approach.
She walked towards the banquet hall, the grand entrance of which faced the third floor reception desk.
Receptionists were changing shifts at the front desk.
“President Qin has booked the rooms; these are spare room keys for the guests, and here’s the contact for the designated drivers. Around ten o’clock, we need to arrange transport for the guests.”
“OK.”
“I’m off then.”
“Bye.”
Fang Jiyin stopped in her tracks, even the heavens seemed to be aiding her.
She changed direction and headed towards the front desk.
“Hello.”
The receptionist, who had not yet managed to put away the spare keys, greeted her with a smile, “Hello, ma’am, how may I help you?”
Fang Jiyin glanced at the pile of room keys: “I’d like a cup of hot milk.”
“I’ll contact the kitchen for you.”
Fang Jiyin’s tone sounded amiable, “Can’t you warm it up for me?”
Though she phrased it as a request, her eyes held an arrogant pride that brooked no refusal.
Yangguang Building was expensive, attracting mostly wealthy and noble clientele. It was not uncommon for spoiled children of the rich to make things difficult for the staff. “The customer is always right,” was Yangguang Building’s most basic staff principle.
“Sure, please wait a moment.”
The receptionist had no choice but to temporarily leave the post. There had been another colleague at the front desk, but they were called away by a guest ten minutes ago and had not returned.
Fang Jiyin looked around, no one was paying attention to this area. She sorted through the stack of spare room keys and found Wen Changling’s.
Just a while ago, she had seen Wen Changling’s room key dropped on the bathroom floor.
In less than five minutes, the front desk receptionist brought over the hot milk.
Fang Jiyin expressed her thanks and carried the milk back to the banquet hall. She didn’t touch the hot milk, and threw both it and the cup into the trash.
She called over a waiter, “Could you do me a favor?”
“Of course.”
With an embarrassed expression on her face, she spoke in a shy, low voice, “Could you deliver my room key to Mr. Wu at the main table?”
She presented the room key.
The sticker indicating the room number on that key had been torn off, so it was not recognizable as a spare.
At banquets like these, it was common for men and women with mutual interest to exchange room keys to spend the night together, so the waiter did not suspect anything or pry into the guest’s privacy.
“Absolutely, ma’am.”
The waiter delivered the room key to Mr. Wu Yue at the main table.
Several rounds of drinks passed.
Wu Yue left briefly in the middle of it all.
The inebriated President Wang next to him caught Wu Yue and asked, “You slipped away just when the drinking started, where to?”
“Just went to the car to get some things.”
“Bet you secretly went to drink your hangover remedy, huh?”
He went to get medicine, but not for a hangover.
It was for pleasure.
Wu Yue was looking forward to the night ahead, downing the drink in his glass, all smiles. He generously tossed his car keys to President Wang, “You didn’t drive here, right? You can use my car, I’m not going back tonight.”
Qin Qi had booked the entire Yangguang Building, and guests who had been drinking could stay the night. For those who didn’t want to stay, the hotel would arrange a designated driver.
President Wang said enviously, “It’s great to be unattached, you can stay overnight whenever you want. I can’t do that, if I don’t go home for one night, my other half would make a big fuss.”
By ten o’clock, the banquet was over.
He Dongzhou had called Xie Shang out, but Wen Changling didn’t know if they had left.
After sending off most of the guests, Qin Qi asked Wen Changling, “Did you drive here?”
“I took a taxi.”
“Then ride back with me in my car.”
“I’ll go change my clothes first.”
The evening was cold, Wen Changling’s dress was not warm, and her own clothes were still in her hotel room.
There was no one in the corridor, she asked the hotel staff for directions to her room, found the one matching her keycard, and just as her hand touched the doorknob, someone called out to her.
“Wen Changling.”
She turned her head to look back.
The long corridor was empty, the floor covered with a vast woolen carpet. Jiang Chengxue walked from afar, almost noiselessly, with the soft, dim lighting.
Unfathomable.
Like looking down from a cliff without a clear outline, not knowing whether the bottom housed a beast or a human, one could only see a pair of eyes glowing faintly in the night.
This was the most direct impression Jiang Chengxue gave to Wen Changling.
He approached and stopped opposite Wen Changling, leaning against the wall behind him. Next to him hung a painting with haphazard colors, with deep reds and deep blues that made his skin appear exceptionally pale. He said, “There’s something dirty in your room.”
Wen Changling retracted her hand.
“What dirty thing?”
“A person.”
Wen Changling was very alert and asked pointedly, “How would you know that?”
“I saw it.” He smiled, his gaze at Wen Changling carried a familiarity as if seeing his own kind, or an accomplice, “But I’ve already taken revenge for you.”
His tone was casual, as if he had only dealt with a cat or a dog, just like he referred to a person as something dirty, insignificant.
Suddenly, the door was thrust open.
Fang Jiyin rushed out from inside, her clothes in disarray, her hair unkempt, barefoot with blood on the hem of her dragging dress, and an expression of panic and fear on her face, which all turned into indignation upon seeing Wen Changling.
“It’s you again.”
She gasped for air, as if holding back something, her skin and the corners of her eyes unnaturally red, fists clenched, staring at Wen Changling with dead intent: “It’s you who have caused me harm again.”
Wen Changling glanced into the room.
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Wu Yue lay on the ground, already knocked unconscious, the ashtray shattered, glass shards mixed with fresh blood. Wu Yue’s pants were still undone.
Wen Changling understood what had happened. She looked towards Jiang Chengxue opposite her. He had said he had taken revenge for her, and this was how he did it.
He was smiling, seemingly pleased with himself.
This person, most likely a “lawless fiend,” it was best to keep a distance from him. Wen Changling withdrew her gaze, responding to Fang Jiyin, “You’ve brought this upon yourself.”
Fang Jiyin suddenly raised her head, her fierce and angry gaze turning into a tearful stream in a second as she called out pitifully, “Fourth Brother…”
Wen Changling turned around.
Xie Shang appeared at the corner, his silhouette becoming gradually clear in the dim light of the corridor.
Leaning on the wall, Fang Jiyin staggered towards Xie Shang: “Fourth Brother.”
Fourth Brother, Fourth Brother, Fourth Brother…
Wen Changling’s irritation skyrocketed in an instant.
