He is Lovestruck in the Revenge by Gu Nanxi

Chapter 64 - 64 063 Hero Saves the Beauty Dog-like Love (Second

Chapter 64: 063: Hero Saves the Beauty, Dog-like Love (Second Release) Chapter 64: 063: Hero Saves the

Beauty, Dog-like Love (Second Release) She looked up, “Wang Shanxi?”

Guan Sixing frowned, “You've mistakenfor someone else.”

Wang Shanxi was his student.

“There’s no way I'm mistaken,” Jhiang Youyou was certain, “We've met at school, I'm the doctor who did your

physical examination, don’t you remember me?”

Guan Sixing’s face was expressionless, “I remember.”

He wasn’t like someone else, with such a poor memory.

He cdown from the ladder, squatting down to pick up the nail that had fallen at her feet. Just as she stood

up, the wide hem of her skirt swiftly brushed against the back of his hand.

The nail dropped to the ground once more.

He stared at his hand, annoyed.

“What were you doing up there?” Jhiang Youyou looked up curiously around her.

“Repairing the tower.”

He went to pick up the nail again.

A patch of dust had found its way onto his head, perhaps from bumping into the tower's crossbeam.

Jhiang Youyou had a bit of OCD and really wanted to rub his hair, to get the dust off. Not wanting to act

inappropriately, she resisted the urge, “You know how to repair towers, too?”

“Hmm.”

The construction history of Xianglin Temple was very long, and the tower temple was seriously aging. The

temple’s abbot and Guan Sixing’s grandfather were old acquaintances. The abbot had originally wanted Elder Mr.

Guan to recommend someone to cand repair the aging structure because it was built using mortise and

tenon joints, which ordinary construction workers couldn't fix, but to his surprise, the elder directly called his own

grandson to cover.

The physical engineer from The 7th Research Institute cpersonally to repair the tower, and the abbot was

both honored and startled.

“Student Wang.”

Someone once said they liked male university students most.

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Guan Sixing fiddled with the nail in his hand, arguing with himself for a long tbefore finally accepting her call

of Student Wang with a reluctant, “Hmm.”

“Do you know how to get to the Dining Room from here?”

Jhiang Youyou was hungry.

Guan Sixing took her to the kitchen, where a young monk from the temple was present.

She looked at the young monk with eyes as though he were family, asking if they could start the meal early.

When the young monk agreed, she hurriedly went to get a bowl and saw that Student Wang was still at the door.

“Thank you, Student Wang. Now go back to continue repairing the tower. You've worked hard, Student Wang.”

To use and discard, very much like Jhiang Youyou.

Student Wang left with his head down.

He didn’t return to the tower but walked to a Bodhi tree ten meters away, squatted in its shade, and watched the

kitchen, where Jhiang Youyou was cheerfully holding a bowl, asking the young monk for more vegetables.

She ate two bowls of vegetarian food.

Guan Sixing scribbled Jhiang Youyou’s nwith the nail on the ground, and beside it, he wrote: To seek only

wealth, for a life of riches.

He phoned his mother, Lady Tan Linglan.

Madam Tan was both shocked and delighted when she received the call, “Darling, you actually called Mom.” She

could hardly ever get a call from her beloved son even on holidays.

“Mom, does our family have money?”

“Hahaha, yes, of course we do,” Madam Tan was quite surprised. Her little physicist was finally interested in

something else, “What's the matter, darling? Are you running short on cash?”

“No,” Guan Sixing usually lived at the institute and didn’t have much concept of money, “Is there a lot?”

Madam Tan modestly said, “Quite a lot, indeed.”

“Can it last a lifetof riches?”

“Sure, sure,” Madam Tan was exceedingly reassured, “Don’t worry, son. Focus on your academic work; Mom and

Dad are earning money.”

“Hmm.”

Guan Sixing hung up the phone with the corners of his mouth turning up in a small smile.

After the meal, Jhiang Youyou kneeled in front of her mother’s memorial tablet for a while and then rubbed her

knees before making her way home.

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Around three or four o'clock, the Sweeping Monk was cleaning the fallen leaves on the stone steps when

suddenly, a thunderclap shocked the sky.

“It's so dark, looks like it’s going to rain.”

“It should have already reached halfway up the mountain.”

The two monks continued to sweep.

Guan Sixing hadn't finished repairing the stupa when he heard the thunder and cout. He asked one of the

monks, “Has the incense guest from the Ksitigarbha Hall left?”

“He left already, moved half an hour ago.”

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It was pouring halfway up the mountain.

Jhiang Youyou held her phone high, searching for a signal for a long tbut still found none. She was so angry

that she kicked off the damned high heels, and the ankle she twisted hurt so much she was about to cry.

It was all Jhiang Zhenghao's fault, making her so mad that she cto the temple in high heels.

Enduring the pain, she supported herself against the mountain wall and clenched her teeth as she stood up, then

lifted her head, instantly getting a face full of rain. She wiped the rainwater from her face and gauged the height

above her.

She had fallen down because her heel got stuck in a rock, and she hadn't been steady when she yanked it free.

The mountain wall was steep, and she had injured both legs, especially her right ankle, which hurt even with the

slightest movement, making it impossible to climb up. With no phone signal and no passersby due to the rain,

she thought she might just die here. She resigned herself to her fate, not bothering to seek shelter from the rain

anymore, and sat down indignantly.

It would be good to die, to go to the temple and join her mother.

But the money in her bank account wasn’t spent yet. Jhiang Zhenghao had been generous to her financially, and

if she didn’t spend it all, Shen Li would probably end up with it, along with her house, her car, her bags...

Suddenly, she didn’t want to die anymore. She hadn’t spent enough of the Jhiang family’s money; she couldn't

let that mother and son benefit from it.

She reached for a branch, broke off a large leaf, and held it over her head to shield herself from the rain. Then

she picked up a rock and tapped on the mountain wall.

“Is anyone there?”

“Is anyone there?”

“Is anyone there?”

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“Is anyone there?”

Towards the end, her voice grew weaker and weaker, “Is anyone—"

Suddenly, something hit her on the head, and Jhiang Youyou looked up.

“Student Wang!”

Her face and head were covered with mud, and her clothes had been torn when she rolled down, looking

incredibly disheveled, but her eyes sparkled, and she asked excitedly, “Did you cto rescue me?”

Student Wang was wearing a black raincoat, his expression very cool, “I was just passing by.”

That was hardly the case; behind him were two monks from the temple.

He lowered the rope, one end tied around himself, and descended slowly with the help of the rope. It was a

height of about three or four meters. Once he landed, he untied the rope and walked to the tree where she was

taking shelter, frowning at her.

Her hands and feet were wounded.

“Besides your hands and feet, are there any other injuries?”

Without needing a mirror, Jhiang Youyou knew that she must look absolutely hideous at the moment. She pushed

the hair stuck to her face aside, revealing a face that had been whitened by the heavy rain, “My back.”

Guan Sixing looked at her back thoughtfully for a few seconds, then walked over, bent down, stretched out a

finger to a spot that wouldn't offend her, and pressed it.

“Does it hurt when | press here?”

Jhiang Youyou shivered, not sure if it was from the cold, “A little bit.”

He pressed again.

Jhiang Youyou felt odd, “Stop pressing, I'm a doctor, | didn’t injure the bone, it's just a superficial wound.”

Oh.

He had forgotten she was a doctor.

He took out a pair of sports shoes from his backpack, squatted down, and placed them beside her feet, then

looked up at her, his dark and beautiful pupils still.

Jhiang Youyou’s older sister had once raised a Labrador, and she thought that Student Wang resembled that

Labrador.

“Put them on.”

“Whose shoes are these?”

“Borrowed,” Guan Sixing said, “They're clean.”