Chapter 19 You did it on purpose

The man took a step back and looked at her. He had tears in his eyes and looked pitifully pale.

"What's going on?"

The snot on the tip of his nose stuck to his chest, glistening. He Sang wiped it away hastily, "I'm sorry..."

The man looked at her, not caring about this. He just calmed down and said, "I didn't mean to target you in the evening at the lakeside pavilion."

His deliberate comfort was beyond He Sang's expectation. She immediately became less flustered and said, "It's my own private matter."

Ji Xilan followed Liang Jing all the way in and happened to witness this scene. She narrowed her eyes slightly, "Liang Jing."

He Sang retracted his hand, passed over the man's shoulder, and fell into Ji Xilan's eyes.

Liang Jing brushed off his coat expressionlessly and ignored him.

He never addressed Liang Yanzhang's second and third wives by name, not because he relied on his status as the eldest son, but because he was a man of noble and capable character. Apart from diplomatic negotiations, he was always indifferent and taciturn.

Not concerned with human feelings or worldly affairs.

Ji Xilan smiled with a motherly look on her face, "Liang Jing, I heard from your father that you are not going back to live in the old house?"

There was no warmth in the man's eyes, and his words were cold, "No reply."

"Is there something that Aunt Ji isn't considerate enough? If you're not satisfied, I'll change it. You've been working at the embassy for seven years and have only been back a few times. Now Aunt Ji has the opportunity to take care of you and do her best as a stepmother—"

"No need." Liang Jing interrupted her, "I only have a biological mother, no stepmother."

Ji Xilan's expression froze, but she quickly adjusted her mood. "Sister Weng Qiong passed away during childbirth. You didn't have the chance to see her. I'm also a mother, so how could I not love you?"

Liang Jing's lips curved up slightly, and it was hard to tell what kind of smile it was. He knocked on the bedroom door, "Ji Shen."

Then, the man opened the door. The light in the house was dim, but the corridor was as bright as day. He glanced at the stairs and saw the pretty and delicate figure of a woman flash by in panic.

Liang Jishen remained expressionless, standing against the light, "Brother, what's the matter?"

"key."

He returned to the house, rustling around, and hooked a bunch of car keys with his index finger. "You've been drinking. I'll arrange for Cheng Xun to take you there."

"There's a driver."

As Liang Jing took the key, Liang Jishen noticed the wet spot on his coat's collar. "Brother, you must have run into someone." He stared at the stain. "Back then, Sister Fang accidentally spilled some wine on your pajamas. You couldn't tolerate a drop of wine stain, but you can tolerate the women in this place."

Zhuyuan has several top beauties who specialize in entertaining powerful and wealthy tycoons. Of course, their bosses behind the scenes don't dare to target Liang Jing, but these women may be short-sighted and have hooked the wrong target, and played tricks on Liang Jing.

Liang Jing asked, "What are the women like here?"

Liang Jishen smiled meaningfully, didn't answer him, and closed the door.

When passing by Ji Xilan, Liang Jing said in a deep tone, "During my time in China, I don't want any disturbances to happen to the Liang family, whether it's business or you guys are displeased with a certain woman and causing trouble privately."

"What do you mean?" Ji Xilan instinctively straightened her back. "When Yao Wenji was the mistress, she loved to make trouble, but I always put the Liang family and your father first. I would rather swallow my anger than let things go."

He said calmly, "That would be best."

At that time, a light snow was blowing outside. Liang Jing came out of the courtyard with steady and quick steps. Before getting into the car, he paused in front of the door.

His eyes fell on the woman under the eaves.

She squatted with her knees hugged, her head buried in her knees, a small ball, her hair covered with a layer of white frost, and she looked distraught, as if she had suffered a great injustice.

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

Liang Jing retracted his gaze and sat in the back seat. "Give her an umbrella."

The driver was startled, took out a spare umbrella from the trunk, and hurried towards the wall.

"Ms. He."

He Sang looked up, and the driver handed him an umbrella. "Do you have a car?"

Her car was being repaired at a 4S shop. Zhuyuan is located in a remote area and few taxis pass by.

The driver gestured to the Hongqi L5 and said, "Secretary Liang will be returning to the city later. Please take your umbrella and follow me."

He Sang struggled to stand up with his frozen limbs and followed the driver.

When she reached the car, she stopped and didn't move.

Liang Jing looked straight ahead without any emotion, "The car door is not locked."

The driver smiled and said, "Secretary Liang asked you to get in the car too."

"No need to bother." He Sang opened his umbrella and walked slowly along the sidewalk.

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

Endless white snow, long streets. She walked over a hundred meters and turned back, "Where can I return your umbrella?"

The snowfield is vast and the echo is long.

It was delicate and soft, without any penetrating power, and it poured out into the deep snow and wind.

The driver asked Liang Jing, "Would you like to leave your address?"

The man indifferently rolled up the car window and closed his eyes to rest.

The driver got the idea and called back to He Sang, "Yishan Villa, Courtyard 3."

The figure twisted and turned, and along with the deep and shallow shoe prints, it was completely hidden.

Ji Xilan stood at the escalator and waited for half an hour until Liang Jishen finally showed up. "You brought her here."

He had intended to leave quietly, but was stopped dead in his tracks. He frowned impatiently, "Her friend."

"Which of her friends could get into Bamboo Garden? They must be very famous in the province for their wealth and power."

The man leaned against the wall, "You don't know him."

"It's obviously you!" Ji Xilan pointed out the problem. "I asked Li Miao, she came with you."

Liang Jishen suddenly pulled open his collar, his face extremely sinister, "Liang Chihui's arms are long, but yours are even longer."

He did not let go of anyone around him except his confidant Cheng Xun and bribed them one by one.

"Who did you bring here, and I'm not allowed to ask?"

Liang Jishen's heart was pounding with anger, but because of Ji Xilan's kindness in giving birth to him, he didn't lose his temper.

"Liang Jing and I are almost at loggerheads. Fortunately, he's an open enemy, and I can handle him myself. You find a way to counterbalance Liang Chihui. I've investigated Yao Wenji's case. She's feigning illness, using the guise of a terminal illness to win Liang Yanzhang's heart. She's dreaming of overthrowing me and taking back Mrs. Liang's position."

Ji Xilan's expression suddenly changed. "That vixen frequently comes in and out of your residence, but she never comes to greet me once. She really doesn't take me seriously."

The man moved sideways, blocking the way. "What are you going to do?"

She was annoyed. "If I can't touch He Sang, can I touch that vixen?"

"No." Liang Jishen's attitude did not allow for negotiation.

Ji Xilan pushed him away without saying a word, sneered, and walked away.

That night, Song He cried in Nanhai Bay. The nanny told Liang Jishen on the phone that it was his wife who slapped Miss Song and threw a lot of things.

He was standing in front of the French window, holding a glass of red wine, "What did my mother say?"

"Madam said that if Miss Song doesn't know what's good for her, she will not show mercy to the ugly things she did."

The neon lights on the river surface were mixed with the color of snow and reflected in Liang Jishen's pupils. He hung up without saying a word.

*

It has been more than ten days since they separated in Zhuyuan, and He Sang has not seen Liang Jishen again.

The theater organization went on tour to Kuala Lumpur, and the audience response was good. Her status in the drama circle was raised to a higher level. After returning to China, Li Zhen invited her to dinner. Li Zhen asked someone to diagnose the gender of the fetus in her belly, and it was a boy.