He is Lovestruck in the Revenge-Chapter 319 - 312 Extra if route grand reunion 7
Chapter 319: 312: Extra: if route grand reunion 7
Chapter 319: 312: Extra: if route grand reunion 7
Let’s talk about that night.
Before Jhiang Youyou became involved with Guan Sixing, Jhiang Zhenghao had already found her a marriage prospect, had their birth charts compared, and even set the engagement date. Yet, amusingly, Jhiang Youyou as the person concerned, was the last one to know. Doing business should be done with compassion and righteousness, right? Since Jhiang Zhenghao wasn’t compassionate, she decided to be unrighteous, throwing a high-profile singles party at her home.
Many people came that day, both known and unknown. She drank a lot, a whole lot, and sat tipsy on a garden chair.
“Jhiang Youyou.”
Someone was calling her. Jhiang Youyou squinted hard to see who it was, someone standing by the palm trees.
“Who are you?”
The person approached, tall enough to block out all the light.
Intoxicated, Jhiang Youyou forgot to maintain the persona of a virtuous lady, “Does your family own mines? Coal mines won’t do, I’m talking about gold mines, diamond mines, jade mines. If you don’t have one, don’t talk to me, I am a woman who’s to marry into a high-status family.”
Guan Sixing leaned down to look at her, his eyes clear and bright, with none of the murky depths of an adult’s, “You haven’t had a drink with me yet.”
Her speech slurred, “Why should I drink with you?”
“You’ve had drinks with everyone else.”
“Who are they? Do they own mines?” she squinted up at him, and after taking a good look, she chuckled, “You look like a male college student.”
After completing his studies, Guan Sixing went straight to the 7th Physics Research Laboratory. Like his grandfather, he carried an academic aura, never having worked a day in the social world, still retaining his youthful air.
Standing so close, Jhiang Youyou’s gaze was almost devouring him. He made no move to dodge, meeting her eyes head-on; his hands rested behind him, damp with sweat, the air between them growing uncomfortably warm.
Jhiang Youyou sat back, leaning against the chair back, “I like male college students the most.” She covered her mouth, whispering to him, “They’re obedient, and they’re the best at it.”
Among the five Jhiang daughters, she was the least well-behaved, but she had fashioned an image for herself as an embroidery-loving lady of the house, a prospective virtuous wife.
“Have you dated many male college students?”
She didn’t answer, instead asking herself in a daze, “Do you even know how?”
“How to do what?”
She smiled mischievously, grabbed his sleeve, pulled him over, and pressed her lips against his.
Guan Sixing’s balance was thrown, his body crashing against hers as he quickly stretched out a hand to brace against the garden chair. His lips tingled from the bump, and before he could react, she pushed him away.
The instigator complained unhappily, “You’re not good at this at all.”
He had never kissed anyone, but his learning ability had always been outstanding.
He squatted down, the usually studious researcher had a calculating look in his eye, “Then teach me.”
What followed… was a drunken indiscretion.
Time moved on to December 26th, the lawn, the flowers, the red carpet.
The priest solemnly asked the couple, “Mr. Guan Sixing, do you take Ms. Jhiang Youyou to be your lawfully wedded wife? In riches and in poverty, in health and in sickness, to love, cherish, and be faithful to her, for as long as you both shall live?”
Before Guan Sixing could answer, Jhiang Youyou asked in a low voice, “Guan Sixing, you do know what kind of person my father is, don’t you?”
He nodded.
“And you still dare to marry me?”
Jhiang Youyou didn’t want to drag him down with her. She had already scheduled an abortion, but unluckily, on the day of the procedure, she ran into Guan Sixing and his mother at the hospital.
He didn’t know what he had told his mother, but the next day the Guan Family went to the Jhiang Family to deliver the wedding letter.
Guan Sixing looked at Jhiang Youyou with a burning gaze, “I am willing.”
In the guest seating area, Guan Sixing’s mother tearfully lamented, while on the other side Jhiang Zhenghao smiled as though he had just won a grand prize, with a spring breeze on his face.
At this wedding feast, Gu Yihuan couldn’t swallow a single drink, “Brother, look at Sixing, his eyes are turning red. Is he going to cry? His fate is too cruel, forced to marry someone he doesn’t love at such a young age, and my uncle is even laughing so heartily, heartless!” Gu Yihuan was suddenly overflowing with sympathy, “Sixing is so pitiful.”
He Dongzhou looked at Gu Yihuan with the expression one reserves for an idiot: “Put away your mournful face, you really think Sixing is as naive and sweet as you? If he himself wasn’t willing, nobody could have forced him.”
Naive and sweet: “What do you mean?”
“Use your brain for once.”
Gu Yihuan thought hard but couldn’t figure it out, “Eh, where’s Fourth Brother?”
*****
Fang Jiyin came over, lifting her skirts, “Fourth Brother.”
Xie Shang lit a cigarette, there was no one around, quite a distance away from the wedding venue, there was a labyrinth of greenery beside, lush and serene, a perfect spot to laze around.
It was pretty quiet around, except some weren’t so quiet.
“I didn’t expect Sixing to be the first one among us to get married,” Fang Jiyin was somewhat disdainful of the newly-rich Jhiang Family, “It’s just a bit of a pity——”
She stopped mid-sentence, remembering that Xie Shang did not like to gossip about others, and promptly changed the subject: “Actually, it’s quite nice to get married early.”
She looked up at Xie Shang’s profile.
He suddenly turned his head, his eyes layered with the deep colors of the night, “If you’re thinking about getting married, I’ll have Madam Su prepare a dowry for you.”
Fang Jiyin had once saved Xie Shang from drowning. Ms. Su Nanzhi was a conscientious person. On Fang Jiyin’s eighteenth birthday, Madam Su had drawn up a list for a dowry and on the spot recognized her as her god-daughter, saying that when the day came for her to marry, the entire dowry would be delivered.
This was also Xie Shang’s intention.
Fang Jiyin gazed fondly, “Fourth Brother, you know very well what’s in my heart…”
Xie Shang couldn’t be bothered to listen, “I don’t want to repeat the same thing over and over.”
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He extinguished his cigarette, threw it in the trash, and turned to head back to the wedding venue. He had only gone a few steps when he suddenly stopped.
A person walked out of the entrance of the maze; she was dressed in a bright red gown, with a few leaves in her hair. She looked down, pulling at her dress caught by the bushes, appearing slightly disheveled.
In the night, she was like a red rose blooming in the lush greenery of the jungle. When she looked up and saw Xie Shang watching her, their eyes collided, and neither looked away.
The foreign Chinese physicist Huang Youkun had taken on two students with imperial nationalities, one was Guan Sixing, the other Wen Changling. Wen Changling was also attending Guan Sixing’s wedding. She was technically Guan Sixing’s senior sister, though they had only corresponded through emails and had never met in person. Under normal circumstances, she wouldn’t need to come for the wedding, but she was here today to find someone.
She arrived early, was attracted to the maze, and overconfident in herself, she thought it wouldn’t be too difficult with a map. As a result, she got trapped for nearly three hours.
She removed the leaves from her hair and walked toward Xie Shang. Xie Qingze described her as: Platinum blonde hair, amber eyes, and a dignified face, the very picture of a person.
——She was the person he was looking for.
“Ruyi Pawnshop, Xie Shang?”
The quirky girl who once made umbrella origami for snails had appeared just as strangely. Xie Shang recognized her at first sight, remembered that paper, the Sky Bridge, Wind Town, and those fog-laden dreams. Looking into such eyes, it was as if the fog suddenly lifted, and the wantonly blooming roses came rushing into his view.
“That’s me.”
