Gu Nanxi

The Xie Family all studied law, possessing the fine qualities expected of a scholarly family. Xie Shang too had them: elegance, deep learning, a Fragrance Connoisseur versed in classics, also skilled in zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting.
But he was mad, capable of reciting the scriptures while holding a Buddha statue, as well as breaking people's hand and foot bones, very gentle, yet very cruel.
Xie Shang didn't become a lawyer but opened a pawnshop instead, where you could pawn anything as long as the story was compelling.
One day, someone came to the pawnshop and told a story:
In Fragrant City, there was a family with the surname Wen, where daughters took their mother's surname. The daughters of that family could cast spells, the kind that bewitched men, leaving their lovers either buried with them or taking vows of celibacy; in short, either dead or destined for a lonely life.
Xie Shang's uncle had died in Fragrant City, which is why he accepted this particular pawning business.
Bewitched, confused, thrilled, deeply in love, but love unattained, and a pain so intense it made life unbearable. — This was the script Xie Shang had prepared for the deaf boy Wen Changling.
In the end, it was Xie Shang who ended up with this romance-addled script.
Wen Changling: Are you surprised, Mr. Xie Shang?
(This isn't a book transmigration story, it's a contemporary sweet romance. The 'script' in the book title implies deliberate plotting.)

He is Lovestruck in the Revenge

Perhaps because she took a lot of medicine before bed, Wen Changling got up late in the morning. She pushed open the door, groggily looking for someone.


Qian Zhouzhou came over from the front hall, "The boss has gone to the legal office."


Wen Changling sat in the yard to wake up from the drowsiness for a while and called Xie Shang. It was a snow day that hadn't been cleared and was cold; she was wrapped in Xie Shang's blanket.


"Mhm," Changling, just woken up, had a soft voice, "Why didn't you call me?"


"It's Sunday today, I wanted you to sleep in a little longer."


The sun came out, making one feel too lazy to move, Wen Changling curled up in the wicker chair, not wanting to budge, "Do you have to work on Sunday too?"


"Not usually, just a case came up this morning."


Her throat was very itchy, always feeling like something was stuck, not able to swallow it; she gave a dry cough twice.


265: This crazy love.