Chapter 17 Which Hand Touched Her

He Sang limped out from under the man. Her palms were sticky and wet. In the residual light of the car lights, she saw that it was blood.

The torn windshield scratched Liang Jishen's elbows and back, leaving them bleeding profusely. Gravel mixed with dust stuck to the blackened, bruised wounds. He was still breathing, but the bulge in his chest was getting weaker and weaker.

As if exhausted.

He Sang froze in a daze, his lips moving but no sound came out.

"Mr. Liang..." Cheng Xun got up and rushed to Liang Jishen, who had his eyes closed and did not respond.

"Maybe his ribs were hit hard. I wonder if he has any internal injuries." Cheng Xun's left leg was also scraped, and he struggled to support Liang Jishen. "Ms. He, call 120."

He Sang sat on the ground with his knees hugged, staring at the man in the mess, trembling all over.

"Miss He!" Cheng Xun yelled.

She suddenly came to her senses, staggered and shook Liang Jishen, her throat choked with air, unable to go up or down.

"Liang..." He Sang shouted with great effort, but his voice was hoarse.

For a long time, she cried out loudly in suffocating despair.

"Stop shaking." The man, who had been motionless all this time, suddenly opened his eyes, smiling a little, but also a little tired. "I wasn't seriously injured to begin with, but you shook me harder."

He Sang felt as if a weak spot had been hit. He instantly collapsed and sobbed.

"I called you, but you ignored me—"

The man's smile deepened. "Isn't that reasonable?"

She was heartbroken, "You only care when I cry."

"Why are you crying?"

It would have been fine if he hadn't mentioned it, but as soon as he did, He Sang's tears flowed even more violently.

The man extended his hand, motioning her to come closer. He Sang leaned over him and wiped her tears with his fingertips. "Why are you crying?"

She spoke incoherently, "I'm scared."

"Afraid of my death?"

He Sang nodded, then shook his head, "I'm afraid of the Liang family."

"Aren't you afraid of my death?" Liang Jishen laughed again, "A heartless woman."

She held his hand, which was warm, with intricate and dry lines lingering on it. All the fear that He Sang had suppressed in his heart was released at this moment.

Cheng Xun unbuttoned Liang Jishen's shirt and asked, "Where are you injured? Is it serious?"

The man groaned after being hit hard, "It's okay."

He Sang crawled on all fours to look for his phone. Fortunately, it was only thrown a few meters away and had a crack, but it was not broken.

She was about to call 120 when Liang Jishen held her down and told Cheng Xun, "Find out who did it first."

Cheng Xun looked at him and asked, "Aren't you going to the hospital?"

"I know my own injuries."

"But if it gets infected..."

"Okay." Liang Jishen frowned and warned. Seeing this, Cheng Xun didn't dare to persuade him anymore.

Zhonghong Expressway is fifteen kilometers away from the city center, and there is a lot of taxi traffic. Soon, Cheng Xun stopped one and notified the bodyguards to rush to the scene to clean up.

He Sang huddled in the back seat, clutching her knees. Liang Jishen noticed and lifted her long skirt. "Are you hurt?"

The wool material rubbed against me, like needles pricking me, and "it scratched my skin a little."

The man moved gently and pressed twice to make sure that no bones or muscles were injured. However, there were scattered blood spots on the skin. He Sang's blood coagulation function was poor and her skin was white. She had been kneeling on the bed for a long time, so her skin was also bruised and purple. Cui Manli's group saw her "injured" every now and then, so Liang Jishen's reputation as "rough" was really unfair to him.

Back at the hotel, He Sang filled a basin with clean water and cleaned Liang Jishen's wound. Cheng Xun bought ointment and gauze at the pharmacy downstairs. He took the basin of blood and carefully cut open the man's shirt with scissors, pulling away the adhesions. Liang Jishen gritted his teeth.

He Sang felt his body temperature while bandaging him and said, "You are very hot."

As she swung her hair, it spread across the bedside and wrapped around his arms. Liang Jishen said in a deep, cold voice, "Take a fever-reducing pill. It's nothing serious."

She said, "It's to reduce inflammation."

He looked at He Sang and said, "Get rid of it."

He Sang pursed his lips and said, "I'm not skilled."

Liang Jishen sympathized with her and said, "It's not your fault if it hurts."

Although Cheng Xun was worried that his injury would worsen if it went on, he was still a subordinate and could only stand by and say nothing.

Song He anxiously waited for news at Yinglanduo that night. At 7:30, a man in a cowboy hat and a black cotton coat came in in a panic. He didn't even have time to sit down, and his voice was shaking, "The third son of the Liang family is in that car."

"What?" Song He was shocked. "Liang Jishen is here too?"

"I was waiting at the theater using the license plate number you gave me. I got out of the car to pee, and I never expected there was someone else! They jumped out of the car immediately. I guess the woman only suffered minor injuries." The man knew he was in trouble and started asking for an exorbitant price. "I need to go to another province to avoid the limelight. Five hundred thousand is not enough."

Song He was also annoyed. "That woman is safe and sound, and you didn't get the job done, and you want more money?"

"It's okay if you don't add it." The man made up his mind and looked at her with a frivolous look. "Sleep with me."

Song He picked up a cup of coffee and poured it on his head, "Keep your mouth clean."

The man took his time, wiped the water stains from his forehead with a tissue, and said, "Then let's meet at the police station. You hired someone to hit her and cripple her. After all, I'm a tainted witness, so my crime is less serious than yours."

This man is a desperado with a criminal record, and Song He can't afford to gamble.

She decided to keep the peace and threw out a bank card, saying, "Don't show up again."

The man was delighted and kissed the card. "Beautiful rich lady, if you have any work, remember to contact me. I give you a 20% discount as a regular customer."

Song He was too lazy to argue with him and walked out of the restaurant with her bag.

On the way back to Nanhai Bay, I called Liang Jishen, but the phone rang seven or eight times, but he didn't answer.

In the past, he would answer the call immediately.

Song He was worried that the matter would be exposed, so he immediately went straight to his residence.

After entering the password, she stood at the entrance, patted her chest, tried her best to calm down, and then pretended to be calm and went upstairs.

The study door was ajar, and a faint smell of cigarette smoke was emanating from it.

She turned the bolt, "Ji Shen?"

The man was behind the desk, a cigarette between his fingers, shrouded in thick dust, and he looked mysterious.

He raised his head and casually took a sip of his cigarette butt. "Why are you here?"

Very calm.

There wasn't even a hint of something wrong.

Song He felt a little relieved, "I thought you would stay in the old house for a few more days."

"I'll be back soon after I finish my work." The man lowered his eyes and brushed away the cigarette ash that had fallen on his trousers. "So that you won't be uneasy and keep pushing me."

She smiled sweetly and hugged him from behind, her arm poking Liang Jishen's wound. He was tense and didn't say a word.

"I knew you cared about my feelings." Song He rested her chin on his shoulder. "I won't sleep with her, nor will I have any lingering feelings for her."

Liang Jishen tilted his head. Just as she was about to kiss him, he straightened his head without leaving any trace. "Silly, who should I sleep with?"

Song He's lips brushed against his cheek, and her stubble made it itchy. She complained softly, "Don't you like me kissing you?"

"My breath tastes like cigarettes."

She inched closer, "I'd like to taste your smoke."

Liang Jishen suddenly moved his chair and leaned back. The light floated on his side, making him feel unreal. "Xiao He."