Chapter 13 Charming but not coquettish

The next morning, Liang Jishen was awakened by a call from the police station. After answering the call, his eyes unconsciously glanced downstairs.

In the depths of the white, there is a small moving yellow dot.

He narrowed his eyes. The man in the ginger coat and the white fluffy woolen hat was He Sang.

The wind was blowing so hard that she looked fragile and slender, as if she would break at the slightest touch.

For a while, in order to cater to his preferences, she was less strict with her diet and became much plumper. Although she was still thin, the flesh had grown in the right places, and it was so trembling that it was impossible to grasp it with one hand.

The waist and hip lines are symmetrically peach-shaped, full and elastic, so he is obsessed with possessing her from behind, watching her soft and watching her shake.

A young man asked him for He Sang at a drinking party, betting that Liang Jishen would consider the face of both parties and would reluctantly agree even if he was a little reluctant. As a result, Liang Jishen really offended the other party's face.

The circle, which was originally a drinking and eating circle of friends based on money, became very unhappy from then on.

Now, she has returned to her original slim figure.

Liang Jishen looked for a long time and closed the window.

He Sang, with his back to the wind, bit off a small piece of cucumber and stuck it in the middle to serve as the snowman's nose. Without warning, he heard the man above him say, "It's too ugly."

She raised her face, and Liang Jishen was reflected in her pupils. His jaw was sharp and his lips were beautiful. There was nothing unattractive about him.

He Sang was unconvinced, "What's so ugly about it?"

"It's ugly everywhere."

The man squatted beside her and opened his palm, revealing half a carrot. "Use this."

After putting it on, it really comes alive.

He Sang used a broom to clean around the snowman. "Have you ever built one?"

He stood up and stood in the chaotic snowstorm. "No time."

At that time, the long street was empty, with only them.

In the clear snow, Liang Jishen looked more handsome and restrained than ever before.

He was not a man who indulged in pleasure. Even when he was most interested in her, he would always get up on time and rarely delayed his work just to indulge in love.

As for what kind of business he was in and how many industries he had, even the Liang family was not quite clear.

He Sang, his bedmate, also knew nothing about it.

He turned slightly to the side, and she straightened up just in time. Her cheeks were red from the cold, and there were light dark circles around her eyes.

Liang Jishen asked, "Didn't you sleep well?"

She scooped up a handful of snow and threw it into the air. "I'm used to sleeping in my own bed. I can't get used to sleeping in a strange place."

"Why didn't you recognize it before?"

When I take her out, we often change hotels along the way. We have to move on to the next hotel after she has finished sleeping in one, and she has no time to adapt.

"I couldn't sleep the whole time, but you didn't notice."

He Sang's expression couldn't help but be gloomy. If it were Song He, he would never ignore her feelings.

Liang Jishen's shoulders were covered with snow, and his whole body was covered in a layer of silent white, lonely and heroic.

"Can we leave today?"

He took out his cigarette case, shielded himself from the wind with his hand, and took a long puff.

The cigarette butt was damp with steam and wouldn't light. Liang Jishen crushed it and scattered the tobacco. "Let's go at noon."

He Sang's shoe tips scraped back and forth in the snow. When the wind blew, icicles frozen on the branches fell and poured into the collar of her cotton jacket. She stamped her feet in cold and shook it off.

"Don't move." Liang Jishen held her down and put his hand into her collar. "If you move again, everything will slide inside and you'll catch a cold."

All her movements came to an abrupt halt.

The man's hands were also cold, but He Sang's neck was warm, which stimulated her so much that she hid backward. Liang Jishen did not let go, but slowly groped inside her collar, only one centimeter away from touching her sensitive part, but avoided it.

He knew every inch of her body, even the exact location of a mole.

Liang Jishen took out the broken ice spike and threw it on the ground. His wrist was dripping with water. He wiped it with his scarf, handed it to He Sang, took two steps forward, and stared at the sudden heavy snow in the middle of the courtyard.

As she wiped her chest, she asked, "Do I look like Weng Qiong?"

The man paused, "Not like it."

He Sang wanted to ask if it looked like Song He, but when it reached his lips, he swallowed it.

"The snow is heavy, let's go back." Liang Jishen said, and was the first to step onto the stairs leading to the house.

She quietly stepped on the footprints he left, a small one that sank into the larger footprints. The inexplicable tenderness made her heart warm.

As soon as he entered the living room, Liang Jishen stopped.

He Sang looked over and saw Ji Xilan sitting on the sofa, staring at him intently.

The man patted He Sang's waist and said, "Go upstairs."

She was very afraid of Ji Xilan's thundering methods, and walked towards the stairs without delay.

Fortunately, Ji Xilan’s target was not her.

"Where did you sleep last night?"

Liang Jishen sat down without a smile. "Are you checking in?" He stretched his trouser legs, which were soaked by the snow. "Where else can I sleep? On the bed."

"Stop playing dumb." Ji Xilan turned her face up. "Sister Lan said you were in the same room with her, sweating profusely and hugging each other."

The man shot a sharp look towards the kitchen. Sister Lan, who was looking up, shrank back in fear.

No one in the old house was afraid of Liang Yanzhang, but only of Liang Jishen.

This person is too sinister. His mind seems to be bottomless and unfathomable. He can be ruthless while talking and laughing.

"No wonder Sister Lan delivered the milk so late. It turns out she was keeping an eye on me for you."

Ji Xilan was getting even more annoyed. "Did I spy wrong? Liang Jing is returning home at the end of the month. He made remarkable achievements while stationed abroad, but he's coming back with the title of a meritorious official. Yao Wenji is also moving into the old house to recuperate. Their ambitions to get ahead of everyone else are completely undisguised. Can you please let me be more careful?"

"Isn't it enough for you to worry less?" Liang Jishen leaned against the sofa, his arms resting on the edge. "The Liang family gives the second and third wives 60 million yuan in living expenses every year. Yao Wenji can't even use one-tenth of it. You have more than double. Can she support Liang Chihui? Have I ever asked you for it?"

Ji Xilan is well-known among the rich wives for her extravagance. One of her Hermès bags costs more than one million yuan. She always wears a grand appearance and a variety of jewelry. When her fixed pocket money is gone, her son helps her.

She knew she was in the wrong, so her tone was less aggressive, "What have you been doing lately?"

Liang Jishen said lazily, "I'm making money for you."

*

On the second floor, He Sang walked into Liang Yanzhang's study under the guidance of the nanny.

During these two meetings, Liang Yanzhang was wearing a Chinese Tang suit, and the decoration of his study also had the style of the old Shanghai period.

Men of their class, regardless of their age, have first-class taste and are generous and luxurious.

He Sang didn't dare to wait and see. He lowered his eyelids and stood respectfully in front of the desk, "Director Liang."

Liang Yanzhang raised his head and motioned to her, "Pass the box to me."

Following his instructions, He Sang lifted the wooden box from under the clock stand. The box was large but not heavy.

She gently placed it on the table. Liang Yanzhang reached out and opened the lid of the box. A thick cloud of dust came out. The leather on the surface was old and had corroded and shattered.

He waved, "Come here."

He Sang walked behind the table in fear. Liang Yanzhang took out a photo album and flipped through the pages. "She was my first wife."

Although the photo is yellowed, one can still vaguely see the woman's extraordinary beauty.

Women in the 80s and 90s were beautiful in their own ways, and among the many Hong Kong actresses known for their beauty, Yung Chiung was particularly eye-catching.

"The year she was pregnant with Liang Jing, she was performing in Shanghai. She fell while leaving the stage and nearly had a miscarriage. She never performed on stage again after that." He caressed the woman in the photo. "The Feng Chengcheng you played bears some resemblance to her younger self."

He Sang stood aside, stiffly, "I can't compare to Madam Liang's elegance."

Liang Yanzhang looked at her carefully and said, "She is a little immature."