Chapter 100 Her Embarrassment, His Affection

He Sang made a cup of Lu'an Guapian tea and placed it next to the man. She then cleaned the trash can in the corner and went to the kitchen to wash cherries. Liang Jishen knew that she loved cherries, so even when cherries were not on the market, he would try his best to air-ship them from abroad. When cherries were on the market in large quantities, they would pile up and he could not finish eating them.

Liang Jishen focused most of his energy on the meeting, and looked at He Sang from time to time. She had a bun on the back of her head with a pearl hairpin. She had no bangs, revealing a smooth and full forehead. From a distance, she looked gentle and virtuous.

He took a sip of tea and put the cup down with a little more force. He Sang brought over a plate of cherries and asked, "Do you want an ashtray?"

The man spread his legs and motioned for her to sit.

He Sang turned to leave, but he was grabbed by the arm, and he lost his balance and tripped, falling into his arms.

"Why are you running?" Liang Jishen sucked her ear, "Come with me to the meeting."

“I will be photographed...”

She didn't know what was wrong with the man and why he did this. She carefully avoided the camera. If the picture of her sitting on his lap was exposed in the meeting room, it would cause another huge uproar.

"I'm not afraid, what are you afraid of?"

He Sang turned around and looked at his face so close to him. "Aren't you afraid that Zhonghai Group will report you?"

"They're being too controlling when the man and woman are unmarried."

Although Liang Jishen tried to scare her, he was still possessive and refused to let those old stubborn guys enjoy her beauty, so he moved the computer away.

He Sang sat very still and straight, and if he moved even an inch, he would still be in the camera's range.

She hadn't changed into a nightgown. This nightgown was the coolest, with bare shoulders and back, Liang Jishen's favorite. He didn't undo the crossed straps at the back of her neck, but instead bit them open bit by bit, not just properly, but here and there. He Sang didn't like wearing this dress. Under his guidance, she would lose control and cry, and fall into depravity. She saw it as embarrassment, but Liang Jishen saw it as affection.

The person reporting on the work at that time was a member of the China Overseas Group Committee. Liang Jishen tapped the solid wooden handrail with his fingertips from time to time, as if he was listening, but he didn't hear anything.

His thighs were strong and powerful, with smooth and deep lines on both sides of his knees. One leg was enough to support her 90-pound weight. He gave her a shake unexpectedly to tease her. He Sang's hand shook, and the cherry leaf stem broke. The cherry fell and landed right between his legs, leaving a large drop of water stain.

Liang Jishen turned his head and glanced at her. The video continued. The committee members took turns speaking. The man grabbed her hand and pressed it down. From a vague touch to a firm hold, the atmosphere was tense and exciting.

He Sang tried to pull it back, but couldn't. Liang Jishen stared intently at the computer screen, silently mouthing, "Wipe it clean."

She picked up a tissue and wiped it along the seam of his pants. The man enjoyed it very much. He leaned against the back of the sofa, opened his body wide, and faced He Sang.

"You know my temper and principles, and I'm reiterating them today. First, not a single cent of public funds shall be lost. Second, no shoddy work or deception of superiors or subordinates is allowed in any public welfare projects. Third, everyone in China Overseas Group must obey me. If you have any objections to me, feel free to raise them in person. If I find out about your involvement in stirring up trouble at the provincial level, don't blame me for being disrespectful of my colleagues. Fourth, from the Vice Chairman to the employees, no one is allowed to form cliques or abuse their power for personal gain. Otherwise, you will suffer the same fate as Vice Chairman Meng. I say what I mean."

On the other side of the video, the huge conference hall was eerily quiet, as if the pause button had been pressed.

"The finance manager arbitrarily diverted public funds, and there's no evidence that Vice President Meng was involved. Isn't your punishment too harsh?"

Liang Jishen was holding He Sang's hand under the table, tossing it back and forth, his upper body and face serious and solemn. "Is there any evidence to prove that he was not involved?"

The committee member who came to exonerate Vice President Meng was choked with anger.

He didn't make things difficult for the other party. "Do you understand?"

The committee members looked at each other and responded.

"I'd like to ask you to convey my instructions to the senior executives of each department."

Liang Jishen turned off the video, grabbed He Sang, and pressed him against the desk. "Did you learn this from a movie?"

She shook her head. "I accidentally wet your pants. I didn't mean to do it."

"Why don't you wet somewhere else instead of there?"

Liang Jishen's technique was deft, and he stripped her naked until she looked like a white lotus root. He Sang pushed him away, but his chest was hard, solid as iron, and it hurt her fist when it hit her. "No... I have a performance this afternoon."

"Must perform?"

"The tickets are all sold out, how can we not perform..." He Sang didn't dare to look directly into Liang Jishen's fiery eyes. He could only stare at his Adam's apple and his sweaty collarbone. "I signed a contract with the theater. I caused the box office losses due to my own fault. I want ten times the compensation."

The man didn't let go. "How much is the ticket? I'll buy it back at a high price."

He Sang pushed him again, but still couldn't push him away. "Your money didn't come from the wind. It's not worth it..."

“I think it’s a good deal.”

"Third brother..."

She originally thought that if she shouted what he liked to hear, he would let her go.

The result aroused Liang Jishen's interest. He Sang realized that she was hitting him hard. The man gently lifted her hair and said, "It's too late."

......

After a morning of Liang Jishen's caressing, He Sang became more and more beautiful. When they returned to the theater, Dean Huang had just returned home at noon. He Sang had lunch with Tao Yan in the cafeteria. Their relationship was known to everyone and they no longer hid it. They fed each other and ate sweet chestnut kernels mouth to mouth when their passion was strong. One of them was in his forties and the other in her early twenties. This was the most popular "uncle-loli love" nowadays.

He Sang bought a bowl of barley porridge to reduce swelling, a plate of mixed spinach, and a rare braised chicken leg. She walked past an empty seat at table 16 with the plate and sat down.

The male colleague opposite tapped his chopsticks and asked, "Sister Sang, are you ready for meat?"

She laughed, "I haven't eaten meat for a long time, so I'm here to satisfy my craving."

"No—" The male colleague came closer and looked at her carefully. "You're so radiant. Did you eat meat last night?"

He Sang understood his dirty joke, ignored him, and moved to a table near the door.

The female colleague at the next table was the one who had chased Liang Jishen that day to show him her "sexy photos." She poked at the rice in her bowl and said, "He Sang is so flirtatious, but men just love her."

"Have you ever heard Lin Chi-ling's baby voice? He Sang's voice is naturally nasal. She almost couldn't act in a play back then, and it wasn't fake. What's there to scold her for?" The girl sitting next to her was quite fair. "You are so hostile to He Sang. Did she steal your man? The most pretentious person in our theater is Su Su. She practices her slurred voice deliberately, and men love her so much."

The female colleague was filled with hatred. "He Sang didn't steal my man, but she hindered my promotion to the female A-role! She's so proud now. Dean Huang is so attentive to her that he wants to recognize her as his godmother and make her his grandson!"

"Stop being so sarcastic—" Dean Huang turned around and scolded, "If you have the guts, find me a godfather. I'll worship you like a Buddha!"

The female colleague threw away the cutlery and left the table angrily.

The play in the afternoon was the second half of "In the Mood for Love", which lasted 119 minutes. After He Sang finished his performance and took his curtain call, Mrs. Qiu's driver picked her up at the theater door and took her to Taohuawu.

"It's our wife's birthday."

She was surprised, "Mrs. Qiu's birthday?"

Mr. Qiu is a well-known figure in the local area. He did not hold a big celebration for his wife's birthday, but only held a small banquet for friends, which was too low-key.

"Please take me to the mall first so I can pick out a gift."

"Our wife doesn't accept gifts. Gifts are favors that need to be returned, and my wife finds it troublesome."

After the driver said this, He Sang didn't insist on buying it.

Mrs. Qiu had reserved a private room for yesterday. He Sang walked outside and saw a waiter pushing a dining cart out. The door opened and closed. Through the half-open gap, she saw Mrs. Gu sitting inside, drinking tea and sighing, "Ji Xilan has always been arrogant in the circle of wealthy wives. Hu Dafa's wife is worth billions, but in her eyes, she is just a nouveau riche and unworthy of marrying her. Mrs. Huang's husband, Huang Biao, is Liang Chihui's confidant. Who in Ji Province doesn't know that Liang Chihui is the future heir to the Liang Group? He has recently fallen from power. He used to be very popular. He valued Huang Biao, and Huang Biao was second to none. Mrs. Huang went to please Ji Xilan, but she didn't care about Liang Chihui's face at all and turned Mrs. Huang away."

"Yeah, Mrs. Huang is furious." Mrs. Qiu leaned against the window, feeding the thrush with bird food. "Feng Zhikui, the boss of Guanghe Group, is very respectful to Mrs. Huang. After all, she still relies on her husband Huang Biao—"

He Sang's pupils shrank and he suddenly opened the door, startling Mrs. Qiu.