He is Lovestruck in the Revenge by Gu Nanxi

Chapter 312: 305: Gu Yihuan and Pang Zijin Extra Story 6 Chapter 312: 305: Gu Yihuan and Pang Zijin Extra

Story 6 Pang Zijin looked up, calm and poised, “Pursuing you?” Her gaze didn’t waver, “Yes, | am pursuing you.”

It’s not a dream...

Gu Yihuan was left breathless by her directness, his heart racing. How could she be like this! Not picking the right

tor place, so blatantly. Last tshe was on the phone and then...

He had long suspected that Pang Zijin was trying to take advantage of him, with Xiao Fang, that dog-head

military advisor, insisting it was definitely so.

It’s bullshit!

After his fourth brother and He Dog started dating, they both beclove-struck fools. He didn’t want to date;

love-struck fools might end up foraging for wild vegetables.

He fished out a face mask and put it on: “I want to focus on my career, not dating.”

Pang Zijin made a sound of acknowledgment: “Wait until you've established your career, then date me.”

“Ah?” His mind was slow to process.

Pang Zijin set her coffee cup down: “I'm leaving.”

She picked up her suitcase to catch her flight.

Gu Yihuan watched her back, his thoughts in disarray, his face burning. It was as if he heard the sound of

fireworks bursting, ringing in his ears. He quickly turned his face away, pretending to look elsewhere, his ears

turning red. After a little while, he turned back to watch Pang Zijin, who had walked far away.

How could she be like this, so shameless.

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After that straightforward declaration of love, Pang Zijin never brought it up again.

Gu Yihuan's schedule was packed, his second album was ready, and his first concert had a set date and venue,

at the Imperial Capital People’s Theater in the springtof March.

That night, the weather was fine, with no wind or clouds, just stars scattered across the sky. The seats around

the stage were all filled, and cheers didn’t stop even before the show started. The digital clock on the makeup

table was counting down; the lights and musicians were all ready. Gu Yihuan took deep breaths as he looked in

the mirror. He was finally about to achieve the thing he had dreamt of.

Pang Zijin stood behind him: “Nervous?”

His palms were sweaty: “Nervous.”

“Don’t be nervous, it's not a big deal if the performance flops.”

Gu Yihuan took a deep breath.

He was always indecisive since he was young. Because no matter what he did, someone was always there to

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cover for him, so he had always been half-hearted about things. Singing was the only thing he was serious and

committed to, yet his talent was not quite there. Even he didn’t have confidence in himself, but Pang Zijin dared

to bet all her chips on him. He knew she had faced much opposition and pressure.

Therefore, he could not afford to flop.

In the mirror, their eyes met, and he said, “If | mess up, there will be no next time.” If | mess up, then you lose

the bet.

Pang Zijin said in a light-hearted tone: “I'll spend money to hold another one for you.”

“What if no one shows up?”

“We'll see if they cwhen | give money.”

President Pang is truly President Pang.

Gu Yihuan laughed.

“Are you still nervous now?”

“Not anymore.”

He felt like Pang Zijin could do anything for him, as if she was omnipotent.

She peeled a candy and handed it to him: “Have scandy.”

“I used to like this candy a lot when | was a child.”

“I know.” She knew, remembered all about him.

The countdown reached the last thirty seconds.

Gu Yihuan didn’t say anything more, finished the candy, picked up the microphone, and walked toward the stage

that was built solely for him, crafted by Pang Zijin herself.

“Good evening, | am Gu Yihuan.”

The crowd below roared with cheers; at this moment, behind the stage, Pang Zijin’s eyes brimmed with tears.

The entire performance lasted two hours, and Gu Yihuan didn’t make a single mistake. Over the past two years,

he had been continuously learning, continuously practicing. Because he lacked natural talent and his voice was

average, he had to put in double the effort, without relaxing for a moment, and finally, the spotlight shone on

him.

He coff the stage, drenched in sweat: “It's over.”

Pang Zijin cover to hug him: “It was fantastic.”

He raised his arms to hug her tightly; the residual heat from the stage lights had yet to dissipate, his heart

pounding intensely. “Pang Zijin, let's date.”

“Okay.”

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At the age of eleven, Gu Yihuan gave Pang Zijin a candy, and later they beca couple, with Pang Zijin never

allowing him to suffer the slightest hardship.

Pang Zijin was an illegitimate daughter, and the official lady of the house Li Huailan didn't like her, no, she

loathed her. The better Pang Zijin performed in her studies, the more everyone, except Pang Minde, loathed her.

They all treated her like a beggar who was coming to rob them, disgusted by her dirtiness, her lack of status, her

being a wild child born of a vixen.

Children learn by watching their elders.

Not counting those outside, there were five grandchildren in the core Pang family, and they all took pleasure in

teasing her. That day, the Pang family was hosting a banquet, and she had already missed two meals. She was

so hungry and desperate for food that she left the servants’ quarters, only to have trash and filthy water poured

over her as soon as she opened the door.

Her nature was rebellious, the more she was forbidden from going out, the more she insisted on doing so.

The moment the girls in expensive dresses saw her entering the garden behind the villa, they immediately kept

their distance: “Ew, she’s so dirty.”

The girl was a guest visiting the Pang family.

Pang Miao linked arms with the girl and fanned the air with her hand: “Don’t cnear, you stink.”

The girl asked, “Who is she?”

Pang Miao was Pang Yuanfeng’s daughter, a pampered and precious young lady.

“She’s a freeloader in my house, someone we can’t get rid of no matter how much we try.”

Pang Zijin walked past them toward the kitchen. On the way, she had to pass through a path in the back garden.

The Pang family was very particular about their garden's appearance, which had been designed by an expensive

landscape artist. In the upper left corner, there was a pine tree that had been transplanted—huge and full of

branches and leaves.

Just as she reached the tree, someone threw a stone at her from behind.

“Hey, wild brat.”

It was Pang Shifang, the eldest son and grandson of the Pang family, pampered and the apple of Li Huailan’s

eye.

Once again, he lobbed a stone at Pang Zijin’s back and jeered with his hands on his hips: “Was your mom a

whore? Does that mean you have that sort of disease, too?”

The teenage boy’s mouth was filthy.

Pang Shiqi, Pang Shifang’s cousin, also laughed along.

Pang Zijin kept her head down, focusing on the ground, searching for a suitable stone to hurl back. She spotted

one and was about to pick it up when a refreshing and bold voice cfrom above her.

“Shameless, picking on a little girl.”

Pang Zijin looked up.

Pang Shifang and Pang Shigi looked up as well, and to their surprise, there was someone standing on the pine

tree. Pang Minde was a firm believer in feng shui and considered the pine tree essential for attracting wealth;

usually, only the gardener was allowed to touch it, let alone anyone climbing up and stepping on the branches,

breaking one off. The young boy, having found a spring from somewhere, had crafted a slingshot with it.

Pang Shifang didn’t recognize the boy: “Who are you?”

The other party proclaimed arrogantly, “I am your Young Master Gu.”

Enraged, Pang Shifang shouted, “Cdown if you dare!”

The young boy stood tall on the tree, pulled a button from his jacket, wrapped it with the spring, pulled the

slingshot taut, and aimed it at Pang Shifang’s head, suddenly releasing the spring.

The recoil made a loud snap, and it hit the target!

Pang Shifang cried out in pain, clutching his head and feeling the wetness of blood—he wailed loudly. Seeing

blood, Pang Shiqi hurriedly dragged him to find an adult.

After the two left, the back garden was peaceful, and Young Master Gu, Gu Yihuan, jumped down from the tree,

landed nimbly, and brushed the fallen leaves from his clothes.

A teenager, spirited and bold.

“Don’t be sad, little sister, I've avenged you. The shot | took with the slingshot just now is sure to leave him

bald.”

Not necessarily a little sister.

She didn’t eat well, so her development was slow, and she was short and small. Although Pang Zijin thought this,

she said nothing and looked at the youth before her.

“Here.” He pulled out a piece of soft candy and handed it to her. “This is my favorite candy, super sweet.”

She reached out, and he placed the candy in her palm; his smile was handsome, pure, and bright.

Someone was calling for Xiao Huan; it was his cousin coming to look for him.

“I've got to go. If someone bullies you again, cfindat the Gu family.” He paused in his steps, turned

back, and asked, “What's your name?”

Pang Zijin said, “Qingqing.”

The Qingging from the idiom Qingqging Zi Jin. Qingging was her nickname, given to her by her only loving

grandmother.

Later, Pang Zijin went to the Gu family looking for Gu Yihuan. The Gu family told her he wasn’t there, having

gone out with his cousin to apprentice and study calligraphy. Eventually, he forgot about the girl named

Qingging.

Pang Zijin didn’t forget; she always remembered his favorite candy.