Chapter 108 Shouldn’t I come here?

He Sang actually had the urge to ask him countless times whether the truth about Guanghe Group and Feng Zhikui had anything to do with him.

But when the words came to her lips, she held them back.

It's irrelevant, there's no need to make any unnecessary efforts. If it's related, he won't admit it, and it will alert the enemy.

Liang Chihui no longer felt that she was a threat. Men of their status were conceited by nature and would not take a mere little girl seriously. Once she showed excessive sensitivity and actively investigated, he would feel that she was a threat. Feng Zhikui was ruthless, and the consequences were not something she could handle.

She must investigate. The Zeng family has a wide network of contacts, which is better than her asking around. Besides, Zeng Mingwei is a well-known wealthy man in the city. Feng Zhikui dares to send people to intercept her, but he may not dare to intercept Zeng Mingwei.

He Sang calmed himself down, changed into slippers, and tidied up the iodine, gauze and other miscellaneous items on the table. Liang Chihui came out of the bathroom with half-dry hair and a hair dryer in his hand.

"Where did you go?"

"Dongli Resort." He Sang finished packing his medicine bag and turned back to clean the bathroom. "Mrs. Qiu's wine is out of the cellar. She'd like me to try it."

"Don't move!" Liang Chihui suddenly stopped her.

He Sang's hands trembled and he stopped moving.

He put down the hair dryer and went into the bathroom.

There were three or four pairs of boxer briefs piled up in a ball on the sink. Some were gray, some had blue and white stripes, and they had been soaked in water, obviously needing to be washed.

There was no ventilation in the bathroom. The strong smell of aftershave mixed with the heavy male body odor, coupled with the private items close to his body, made He Sang instinctively turn his head away.

Liang Chihui reached out and grabbed it, his eyes passing over her, then quickly looking away, his tone uneasy, "I've been lying in bed recuperating these days, so I haven't washed it. I feel better today."

His tone was hoarse and his eyes were dark. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend."

This suite only has one bathroom with two sinks next to each other. He Sang will definitely notice it if he comes in.

Liang Chihui really had no intention. He didn't expect He Sang to come back so early, so he went to take a shower naked without preparing any clothes, and his underwear was left in the open.

"Don't blame you, blame me for not notifying you in advance."

He Sang walked out, Liang Chihui threw all her underwear into the trash can and followed her.

"Let me help you apply the medicine." She turned on the bedside light strip. "Do you have a fever?"

The man took off his bathrobe, rolled up his sleeves, and tied a knot around his abdomen. "No fever."

"It's good that there's no inflammation, otherwise I'll have to be hospitalized."

He was shirtless, his large scars buried in the sharp lines. He Sang dipped the iodine in the cloth, carefully disinfected it, and smeared the ointment on the gauze. "The wound under your armpit is wet. Try not to take a shower."

Liang Chihui laughed and said, "Won't it stink if you don't take a shower?"

He Sang blurted out without thinking, "It's better to be smelly than to be infected. If it gets infected and pus comes out, you won't be able to go to work."

After saying that, she was stunned.

The man had his back to her, his shoulder blades were thin and firm, two strands of tendons forked along his ribs and extended to his waist. There were scattered scars, some large and some small. The most serious one was about four or five centimeters below his spine. The impact of falling from the second floor, plus her weight, almost wore his bones flat.

The doctor who came to the hotel to see him also said that he was lucky. Fortunately, he had experience in skydiving and gliding. When he landed, his lower limbs were strong and his hips shared the weight of the spine. Otherwise, the nerves would be compressed, resulting in fractures at best and paralysis at worst.

If it was He Sang who fell to the ground, he would most likely be disabled.

"Did Director Liang demote you because you helped me out in the cafeteria that day?"

Liang Chihui's back muscles bulged due to his breathing. "Not exactly, don't worry."

He Sang wrapped the gauze and sat down on the single sofa opposite him.

"What's wrong?" Liang Chihui lifted her hair from her forehead, revealing her tearful eyes, "Who bullied you?"

She lowered her head, her long hair covering it again, "I didn't bully you."

"He Sang."

Liang Chihui liked to call her Miss He. No matter how ambiguous the atmosphere was, "Miss He" seemed to have boundaries and never crossed the line, so she didn't mind too much or feel too restrained.

Every time he addressed He Sang, he was serious.

"Look up."

She slowly raised it.

Liang Chihui was inexplicably amused, "Crying?"

He Sang has watery and cute almond-shaped eyes, a bit like a phoenix's drooping eyes. She can easily stand out with heavy makeup, which gives her an advantage on the stage of drama. However, she is a little inferior in person. She is exquisite but not stunning.

At that time, it was red, swollen and bulging, like a stray rabbit.

"I'm not crying, it's——"

"It's the sand that blinded me." Liang Chihui rushed ahead of her, his smile growing wider. "Do I look so good?"

He Sang answered honestly, "It's not easy to cheat."

"Tell me." He leaned over slightly, looked at her closely, and said softly, "What injustice have you suffered?"

Liang Chihui was very patient. His patience was firm and gentle, giving people strength. When He Sang was holding on tightly, it broke her defenses, and the depression in her heart completely collapsed. "He's coming here."

"Third brother?"

"He signed a contract with Mr. Qiu, and we met at the resort." He Sang's eyes became red again as he recalled his indifference and misunderstanding.

Liang Chihui's smile faded, "Did he hit you?"

He Sang shook his head.

"Did he scold you?"

She still shook her head.

He Sang would rather he scolded her and exploded. After his anger subsided, at least he would listen to her explanation. It was not like now, where he didn't give her a chance and she had no way to defend herself.

Liang Chihui asked, "Do you need me to come forward and clarify things with him?"

He Sang opened his mouth, and then the landline rang. It was room service delivering water.

She stood up to open the door and took four bottles of water. When she closed the door, a man's arm was across the door frame, with a familiar jacket and a familiar watch.

He Sang stood there in a daze, his hand limply slipping from the door handle.

Liang Jishen's gaze was fixed on her face, which was pale, guilty, and as nervous and helpless as if she had been caught in bed with someone else.

The man walked past her expressionlessly and went straight inside.

As the night deepens, the curtains are drawn, and the oval fabric table lamp emits a warm yellow light, full of tenderness.

Liang Chihui got up from the bed, wrapped in a bathrobe with the belt only tied around him, hanging loosely around his waist. He took a step, and the collar of his robe opened, revealing his tight and white abdominal muscles faintly.

He exudes a sense of propriety from the inside out.

It is not pornographic or nude, but it is also very suggestive.

A woman whose skills were not top-notch would be defeated on the spot if she fought with him.

Liang Chihui was quite calm, not at all as flustered as He Sang, "Third Brother, you're here too."

He took out the newly bought cigarettes from the cabinet and said, "I quit smoking, but recently started again. I don't know if my cigarettes are to your taste."

Liang Jishen loosened his collar with one hand, looked around, and said with a smile that didn't reach his eyes, "Should I not have come here?"