Chapter 151 She didn’t mention me at all?

Liang Jing took a boat ashore and parked his car outside the stone gate of Zhuyuan.

The moment he entered the carriage, he suddenly stopped.

His eyes were fixed on the woman under the locust tree.

She squatted with her knees hugged, her head between them, looking dispirited, narrow and thin, with her hair covered in a layer of water droplets.

"It's He Sang." The driver recognized her.

Liang Jing looked away, bent down and got into the car, "Give her an umbrella."

The driver took a spare umbrella from the trunk and held it above He Sang's head, motioning to the black Audi with the bright red flag. "Secretary Liang is going to a meeting in another city and is passing by Jinyue Mansion. Could you give him a ride?"

He Sang, with his frozen limbs in motion, followed the driver.

"Is that Secretary Liang's new car?"

"It's a government car," the driver joked. "Secretary Liang's car is being repaired. Have you forgotten?"

He Sang thought of Ji Xilan's sarcasm and how Liang Jing had stood up for him, and his heart warmed. "Secretary Liang is a good person."

"He's a very good man." The driver corrected, "The young masters of our Liang family are of impeccable character, with the exception of the Second Young Master."

He Sang was in a daze, "Why except him?"

The driver stepped over the puddle without replying.

She didn't dare ask any more questions.

Liang Jing supported his chin with his fist. The air was filled with humid vapor, and it felt stuffy when he opened the window.

In the continuous rain and fog, the figure in the painting swayed like a painting, and slowly approached.

He Sang stopped and did not move.

He stared straight ahead, calm and expressionless, without a trace of emotion. "The door is unlocked."

"No need to bother." She took the umbrella and walked along the sidewalk.

Liang Jing wiped the mist off the glass with his palm and looked at her back.

She walked over a hundred meters and turned back, "Where can I go to return your umbrella?"

The sound of wind and thunder carried her echo, delicate and soft, without any penetrating power, pouring out into the depths of the wind and rain.

The driver asked the man in the back seat, "Would you like to leave your address?"

Liang Jing remained indifferent, raised the car window, and closed his eyes to rest.

The driver had an idea in mind and shouted to He Sang, "Yishan Manor, Courtyard 3, next to the Liang family's old house."

She waved her hand to indicate that she had taken note. Her steps were unsteady and she almost fell down because of the gap in the manhole cover. The car drove past, splashing water, and the small white dot in the rearview mirror disappeared in the rain.

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Liang Jishen returned to Lushan Hotel, but He Sang was not there.

He pushed open the bedroom door and saw her underwear, stockings, and light green hairband on the bed.

The quilt was tidy, and next to the pillow was a box of opened condoms. She bought them, but he didn't use them last night.

He didn't know what He Sang was thinking when she bought this thing. She was too sensitive. If there was any disturbance in the outside world that shook the relationship, she would become obviously uneasy and suffer from insomnia.

On the day Chiang Kai-shek and Liang Yanzhang went to Jinyue Mansion, she heard that he was going to have a blind date with Miss Fang.

Liang Jishen felt sorry for her, but was helpless.

He Sang is not like Song He, nor is she like the women around Zhou Kun, who are ostentatious and assertive. She is always quiet, worried that it will affect his promotion and drag down his reputation.

The only time she was confused was probably that time in the car, when he didn't wear a condom and she didn't take the pill.

Normally she is noble, rational, and considerate of him.

She would not allow her child to be illegitimate, and Liang Jishen would not allow it either.

If He Sang was really pregnant that time, he would actually agree to let her give birth instead of having an abortion.

Not only was she hurt, but he also couldn't bear to sacrifice his own flesh and blood.

The reason Xin Xin had been assigned to supervise her pregnancy checkup was, firstly, that Liang Jishen hadn't really decided on a long-term relationship with her, and it was a warning to her to give up the idea of getting on board first and buying the ticket later. If there was a connection, they could take it slow; if not, they could end it quickly and not have a child as a hindrance. Secondly, it was a play. Xin Xin was quite shrewd, and she was constantly targeting her. What if He Sang let slip that he tacitly allowed her to get pregnant? Xin Xin would get jealous and try to trip him up, secretly plotting something.

Liang Jishen couldn't fire Xin Xin then. Xin Xin possessed crucial business insider information and a wealth of miscellaneous materials. After all, she had been his assistant for years, knowing his plans, his opponents, and how she conveyed his orders and executed his strategies. No matter what happened, there was no way they could break off relations until he retrieved the insider information.

Liang Jishen left the bedroom. On the opposite wall hung a huge photo frame, which was a still from He Sang's "The Bund".

She was wearing a light blue cheongsam, a white velvet collar, and white high heels. She was holding a cigarette under the street lights in the rainy alley.

She doesn't smoke, but her posture is beautiful and charming.

The man took out the cigarette box from his pocket, looking lonely and silent.

Cheng Xun received a call from He Sang and handed it to Liang Jishen, "It's from Miss He."

He glanced at it and didn't respond.

Cheng Xun answered the call on hands-free. He Sang said without further ado, "Director Huang told me to go back for rehearsal. I have a performance the day after tomorrow. Is that okay?"

Liang Jishen nodded.

"Can."

"Where do I live? Is the apartment safe?"

Cheng Xun looked at Liang Jishen.

He nodded again.

"It's safe."

The man got up and went to the balcony to find a lighter. I didn't hear clearly what they talked about afterwards. He returned to the living room and ended the call.

Liang Jishen unbuttoned his shirt, "She's in Jinyue Mansion?"

Cheng Xun placed his briefcase on the desk. "There's a siren on the phone. They must be outside."

"Did she mention me?"

Cheng Xun cleared his throat and said, "I didn't mention..."

Liang Ji frowned and sat down.

"Nothing?"

Cheng Xun sneered.

The man frowned and leaned against the back of the sofa, "He has no conscience."

"Don't blame Miss He. Madam despised her and openly humiliated her. Fortunately, she has a good temper. If it were Song He, she would have cried and jumped off the building on the spot, and Fang Jingru's family would have laughed at you for your lack of vision."

"Pick a gift and book a table at Taoyuan for Fang Anyi's birthday." Liang Jishen rubbed his forehead. "After the birthday, remind me to meet with Fang Jingru. Excessive self-defense is not acceptable. To protect He Sang, it must be handled as legitimate defense."

Cheng Xun shook his head. "I'm afraid this little bit of sweetness you've given the Fang family isn't enough. Fang Jingru knows your intentions and will use this to control you, at least until you agree to the engagement."

Liang Jishen rubbed his forehead even harder. "Tell my mother that if she interferes again, I will sever all ties with her and not pay her any alimony."

Cheng Xun understood him. On one side was his biological mother, to whom he had filial piety, and on the other side was his own woman, to whom he had affection.

The "mother-in-law and daughter-in-law" problem stumped all men. Even if Liang Jishen wanted to reconcile, Ji Xilan was too resistant to He Sang and refused to buy it. No matter how capable he was, he couldn't do anything about it.

Liang Jishen unbuttoned the last button with his fingertips, dialed the internal line of the landline, and said, "I want to see Li Miao."

Suddenly, footsteps were heard in the corridor.

He crossed his legs and tapped them on the armrest of the sofa, patting the beat intermittently, "Second Brother."

The footsteps really stopped, and Liang Chihui broke in with a smile on his lips, "You are very smart."

"Who has the guts to bribe Li Miao right under my nose?" He slowly pointed out, "What was your purpose in tricking He Sang into going to Zhuyuan?"

Liang Chihui sat slowly on the sofa, full of teasing, "To witness your blind date with Miss Fang."

"You're stretching your hand too far. If you piss me off, I'll chop it off."

"You won't." Liang Chihui lifted his legs, the tips of his leather shoes dangling, "You need something from me."

In the huge room, the only sound was the sound of lighting a cigarette.

Liang Jishen held the cigarette butt in his mouth and threw the lighter on the coffee table. "What do you mean?"