Chapter 170

Chapter 170 - 170 163 Xie Shang I Love You (Second Update)

Chapter 170: 163: Xie Shang, I Love You (Second Update) Chapter 170: 163: Xie Shang, I Love You (Second Update) Wen Changling walked toward him, embraced him, and stood on her tiptoes to kiss him.

She had been proactive before, but always very clear-headed, always somewhat playful, and rarely truly emotional. Unlike now, her lashes trembled slightly as she kissed him.

Her lips gently sucked on his, tender and passionate. She couldn’t help but bite him lightly, her movements starting to become disorganized, becoming eager, desperate to convey the warmth of her tongue and the words she hadn’t spoken aloud to him.

She wanted to give, and she wanted to take.

Xie Shang instinctively responded to her, opening his mouth, allowing her breath to invade and occupy him chaotically. The rain outside grew more torrential, drowning out all sounds within the room, making their kisses more unrestrained. The room, with its doors and windows tightly shut, gradually grew stuffy and faintly moist, with a hint of cake’s sweetness.

“Changling,” Xie Shang still had a shred of sanity, asking Wen Changling between breaths, “I don’t understand, what exactly are you trying to do?”

“I’m fulfilling your wish,” Wen Changling called him Little Star gently, embracing him tightly, “I’m loving you.”

Her eyes seemed to truly contain love, with an overwhelming rush of emotion, and a resolute desire to indulge unreservedly.

She promised solemnly, “Xie Shang, from now on, I will fulfill all your requests.”

*****

Seven years earlier.

Wen Changling had not yet lost her family, a carefree girl living in the mountains, picking tea in April, catching cicadas in June, fishing in September, and playing in the snow with Ah Na and Yueyue when winter came.

Cooking smoke rose, twilight bathed the earth, and in the yard were a few chickens, a domestic country dog, someone playing a tune, the joyful atmosphere of a lively human world.

The stone bed made of blue stones retained heat well. Before the sun had set, Wen Changling moved a bamboo mat, laid it out on the stone bed, crossed her legs and sat down, placed a piece of draft paper, plopped down with her bottom up, holding a pen in hand, and swiftly calculating physics equations.

The one playing the tune was Xie Qingze, with no instrument but a leaf.

Ah Na was preparing tea, fiddling a bit with the teacups, and he too managed to tap out a similar tune. The domestic country dog joyfully ran around the big tree in the yard.

Wen Changling, engrossed in solving problems, also lifted her head, humming tunelessly along.

“Twinkle, twinkle, little star, how I wonder what you are...”

As the tune ended, Wen Changling said with pride, “Our Ah Na learns so quickly.”

“Ah Na is very smart,” Xie Qingze was a kind and gentle person with a good disposition, “I have a nephew who’s as clever as Ah Na, learns things quickly too.”

Wen Changling, the famous genius girl of the region in her youth, inherently had some peculiar competitive desires. Sitting primly and prettily, she asked, “Is he the same age as Ah Na?”

“One year older than Ah Na.”

She believed her Ah Na was the best, “Then was he as tall as Ah Na last year?”

“About the same, I guess.”

The wind blew away the paper filled with numbers and equations.

Xie Qingze went to retrieve it.

Wen Changling took the paper back, “Is he as good in sports as Ah Na?”

Xie Qingze deliberately teased her, “He’s good at sports too.”

“Does he read as many books as Ah Na?”

“He likes to read as well.”

Hmph.

Seeing the chickens in the yard, Wen Changling asked, “Can he catch chickens like Ah Na?”

Xie Qingze smiled, his expression full of indulgence, “He can’t catch chickens like Ah Na.”

Wen Changling was delighted and called out loudly for Ah Na to catch a chicken.

Ah Na, though resigned, listened to her and, with the dog, chased the chickens hither and thither.

“Do you want to see his photo?”

The girl’s interest was reluctant, “Let’s have a look then.” Though her words were disinterested, her eyes were already on Xie Qingze’s phone screen.

After she clearly saw the boy in the phone, her expression was one of shock.

It was him.

At the age of twelve, she went to the imperial capital to participate in a physics competition. The teacher in charge took her to Elder Mr. Guan’s house. Elder Guan was a person of great importance in the field of physics.

It was at the Guan Family’s place that she rescued someone from the water.

Xie Qingze said, “He had poor health as a child and nearly didn’t make it through. A fortune teller told him that he was fated for calamities, but he would meet a noble person who would shield him from them.”

Shield from calamities.

At that time, Wen Changling did not believe in fate.

“And now? Is he well now?”

“He is well now.”

The girl touched the hearing aid on her ear.

“Next time, I’ll bring him along.”

But fate played a cruel trick; Xie Qingze did not live to see the next time.

Latter, Wen Changling’s family was ruined and when she had no outlet for her hate and rage, she cursed the heavens, the ways of the world, herself, fate.

When all her revenge plans were ready, Yueyue asked her, “Have you chosen him?”

She had chosen Xie Shang: “I’ll use him as if he’s repaying me for my ears.”

She observed Xie Shang in secret for a long time, from the shadows. Like a spirit, in places where he wouldn’t find her, she peered into his world. She visited places he had been, met people he had met, saw the sceneries he had seen. She knew some of his habits, knew he liked to drink tea, liked to light incense, liked adventure, liked all kinds of unknown thrills.

Every year around the time of Xie Qingze’s death anniversary, Xie Shang would go to Lileitu, and so would Wen Changling. At that point, they had not formally met.

Every spring and summer, there are many tourists in Lileitu, and along the road are many children selling flowers.

“Sister, buy a bouquet of Beauty Sunflower.”

Beauty Sunflower is Lileitu’s national flower, growing at the junction of the Kubudian Desert and the Mingmang Snow Mountain in various colors, not only used for dying hair but also the best fertilizer.

In the ancient myths of Lileitu, the creator god, out of love for humanity, peeled off all the bones representing evil and pressed them under the Kubudian Desert and the Mingmang Snow Mountain, because it was a no-man’s land and void of vegetation.

Later, Beauty Sunflowers grew there, right in the barren land. Each color represents a different evil trait.

The flower-selling child took the money from the customer and ran an errand for them. The customer said to deliver the flower to the most handsome man from the East, who was skiing on the snowy mountain.

“Brother, this is from a sister who asked me to give this to you.”

Wen Changling did not know whether Xie Shang accepted the bouquet; it didn’t matter.

The green Beauty Sunflower represents deception.

In March of this year, Wen Changling had made plans to formally acquaint herself with Xie Shang.

“Yueyue, I’ll leave the choice up to him. If he refuses your pawn, then let it be.”

But Xie Shang took the pawn and moved to Lotus Pond Street.

She couldn’t blame herself for that; they were both hunters, each with their own tactics.

*****

Time returned to the present.

The birthday candles for making wishes had not been blown out yet.

Wen Changling promised, “Xie Shang, from now on, I will satisfy all your requests.”

His rationale defeated, Xie Shang stopped thinking, unable to analyze the potential consequences of Wen Changling’s strange behavior. Following his bodily instincts, he lifted her waist, hoisted her up entirely, and tilted his head back to kiss her.

The thunderstorm hadn’t stopped for a moment; the blanket seemed a bit damp, or maybe it was sweat. Xie Shang couldn’t concern himself with that detail as he laid Wen Changling on top of the blanket, bending down to kiss her legs.

The skirt was thrown onto the ground.