Chapter 171

Chapter 171 - 171 164 Given by Miss Wen a Crazy and Passionate Love Chapter 171: 164: Given by Miss Wen, a Crazy and Passionate Love (Part 1) Chapter 171: 164: Given by Miss Wen, a Crazy and Passionate Love (Part 1) Xie Shang’s body was very hot.

Wen Changling kicked off the quilt.

He hugged her tight, “Aren’t you cold?”

“I’m very hot.”

Because of the difference in their sizes, Wen Changling was almost completely shielded by Xie Shang, surrounded by his breath, his unique hormones that filled her with a sense of security but also aggression.

The candle had already gone out, and the room was dark.

Wen Changling couldn’t see Xie Shang clearly, “Xie Shang, turn on the light. I want to see you.”

He said okay, covered her eyes with his palm, turned on the bedside lamp, and only when she had slowly adjusted to the brightness did he remove his hand.

She looked at him in the light and touched his burning ear with the hand that was wrapped around his neck.

“Changling.”

He grabbed her hand and placed it on himself.

She couldn’t help but stroke his wound, gently and cautiously, “You have to take your medicine properly and get better quickly.”

“Okay.”

The medicine in Xie Shang’s drawer had been replaced by him, and it wasn’t antibiotics at all.

“You can’t delay it any further.”

“Okay.”

Xie Shang agreed to everything, listened to everything Wen Changling said, even now if she asked him to go pay for Ah Na’s life with his own, he would fulfill her wish.

He wanted to grant Wen Changling her heart’s desires because he now knew what it felt like to have them fulfilled. In that moment, all senses were satisfied, body temperature rose, blood circulated rapidly, and there was an exhilarating feeling on the verge of the limit, yet he wasn’t afraid, feeling even more exhilarated than the rebirth after narrowly escaping death.

He held her hand, their fingers interlocked, and lifted it slightly.

He kissed her while pulling open the bedside drawer.

She heard the noise and opened her eyes, “When did you buy this?”

“The day after you first asked me about my wish,” he replied.

“I don’t want to use it.”

“You have to.”

Xie Shang supported Wen Changling’s lower back with his palm; her body was almost suspended in the air, completely in his arms. Her socks were kicked off somewhere, a light shone from the upper left side, casting shadows of her pale feet on the ground, swaying slightly.

Her thoughts were sometimes willful and crazy, craving extremes, stimulation, wanting to burn and have a fervent episode, wanting to scream in an explosion, and to feel the boundary between life and death in that instant.

In her youth, she was called a genius. She preferred to call herself a madman.

“I don’t want to use it.”

“Changling.”

Even though he had said he would fulfill all of Xie Shang’s requests, Wen Changling was still the one with more say between them. All she needed to do was call out to him, “Xingxing.”

Xie Shang compromised, “Okay.”

For a moment, Wen Changling raised her head, her burning eyes looking towards the light, deeply addicted to the chaos, yet still with a faint sense of clarity.

At the peak of their intimacy, Xie Shang asked her, “Changling, do you love me?”

She closed her eyes and hugged him tighter.

“Do you love me or not?”

“I do.”

What does it matter that she was moved? In her world, besides love, there were other things very important, more important than life itself.

Wen Changling didn’t like being indebted to anyone. Xie Shang had added a scar to her, so she owed him a wish in return.

[Xie Shang, from now on, I will fulfill all your requests.]

Only, she had set a time limit.

*****

At eleven fifty-five, the bar’s booths were still packed.

“Tonight’s last song is for my friend; it’s his birthday today.” On stage, Gu Yihuan raised his hand, colorful streamers flying from his wrist as he shouted, “Happy birthday to him, may all his wishes come true.”

The drums kicked off first, followed by the bass, a remixed birthday song that drove the atmosphere to its peak... if the lead singer didn’t start singing.

In the booth, a gentleman commented, “This singer is a bit lackluster.”

The gentleman was an employee of the general manager’s office at Pamdow Corporation.

Today, the general manager’s office was hosting a “welcome” for the new general manager. Although he had already been in the position for some time, Pamdow had recently faced a crisis in reputation due to a perfume incident. Only in the past few days had the matter been properly resolved, prompting the department to organize this gathering. This was the third round: they had dinner, sang karaoke, and now were clubbing—a complete youth style of play, since the new general manager was young.

A female colleague picked up the thread, “He has a good tone, but his singing skills are not there.”

One colleague was a regular at Aoting Bar, “He’s the bar owner. I heard he’s a rich young master who opened the bar just to be a singer.”

The man who first brought up the topic spoke with a hint of disdain and sarcasm, “Is the threshold for being a singer that low?”

The youngest general manager in the group, who had been silent until then, suddenly said, “He will be famous in the future.”

The employees of the general manager’s office all looked at their boss.

Pang Zijin was looking at the stage—a beauty that could withstand the bar lights, and she said with a smile, “Because someone is going to support him.”

The male colleague looked perplexed, “Huh? Who’s going to support him?”

“Me.”

The male colleague laughed awkwardly, “President Pang really knows how to joke.”

President Pang was not kidding.

Why was President Pang still drinking with her employees so late, if not to win them over, to make them work hard for her, to earn money for her, and only when she had enough money could she support a singer, right?

*****

Xie Shang glanced at the time on his phone, five fifty-eight in the morning.

He got up and went to the bathroom. The bathroom light was on, the door wide open, and when Wen Changling heard his footsteps, she turned her head towards the door.

“Did I wake you?” She was wearing Xie Shang’s pajamas, which didn’t fit well, with the pant legs dragging on the floor.

Xie Shang came over, knelt down, and fixed the hem of her pants for her. He stood behind her, reaching a single hand around her waist and naturally lowering his head to kiss the mark he had left on her shoulder, “I didn’t sleep at all.”

On the washstand, there was a box of medicine that Wen Changling was unwrapping from its packaging.