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

Two hours was enough time to do many things.


Jiang Chengxue took out the leftover agarwood from the incense burner, "Isn't this Chinese honeycomb?"


Xie Shang's patience had run out, his violent emotions peaked, and he pulled open the desk, kicking at Jiang Chengxue's chest with one foot.


The sound of the desk scraping the floor was piercing, the incense burner rolled off, scattering ashes everywhere, Jiang Chengxue's back hit the cabinet, his heart ached violently, he braced himself on the ground, breathing hurriedly, with cold sweat seeping from his temples.


Xie Shang looked down, staring at Jiang Chengxue on the ground, "What did you do to her?"


"I just lit it," Jiang Chengxue coughed heavily, raised his head, slowed his breathing, and spoke slowly, uttering the term only those familiar with fragrances would understand, "Daydream Fragrance."


290: Leave a mark on her, cripple one of his hands (4th update)