Chapter 254 I’m Afraid to Go Home When You’re Not There

He Sang's throat felt dry and his eyes were swollen and painful.

It seemed as if the next second, the faith completely collapsed.

No matter what the truth of hatred is, no matter what power and innocence are, just be an ordinary couple in this world.

Drowned in the vast sea of people, rushing around for three meals a day and four seasons.

Only after experiencing ups and downs and conspiracies and intrigues, do you realize how great a blessing it is to live a long and simple life together.

But He Jinping's death could not be in vain. Her family was destroyed overnight. She lost her father and almost her mother. Huang Yong's abuse and her mother's indifference caused her to suffer for six years after He Jinping's death.

During those six years, she didn't dare look back.

Liang Jishen also did not deserve to be disgraced. He had such a glorious past and such a bright future, which he had earned through blood and sweat. He sacrificed his first and second half of his life for a love affair. Lao Zhang and Lao Jiang devoted their entire lives to cultivating him and protecting him. He not only belonged to her, but also to that insignificant love.

How she dragged him down, soiled him, and became a sinner.

He Sang let out a long breath. "I've been in Ji Province for twenty-three years. I'm not an unfamiliar place. How could I get lost?"

"What if you get kidnapped?" Liang Jishen laughed darkly. "I'm afraid I'll go home and you won't be there."

She froze.

The man's chest trembled slightly, and he replied in a dull, magnetic voice, "What's wrong?"

He Sang forced a smile and said, "I'll go run the bath water. Aren't you tired?"

"I'll be back to the province soon." Liang Jishen stood up. "Xiao Li is waiting for me at the gate of the community."

He buttoned up his shirt. "Father was hospitalized this time. Gu Jianghai and the Municipal Bureau filed a report. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to come back."

He Sang's internal organs twisted together and tore apart. "I'm fine, you can just focus on solving the problem." She grabbed his hand. "Who knows, the supplier might turn himself in in a few days."

Liang Jishen stared at her silently for a long time, then suddenly kissed her. The kiss was so passionate that after an unknown amount of time, he finally stopped panting.

"I'm leaving."

He Sang licked a salty tear from the corner of his mouth and said, "I'll give it to you."

"Don't see me off." Liang Jishen pressed her shoulders hard. "I want to go quietly. If you send me off, I won't be able to leave."

He Sang laughed out loud, "Okay."

He turned around, took a few steps, and opened the door. Outside was the boundless night, slowly covering his broad and deep back.

He Sang lay on the sofa, the ceiling was blazing white, and Liang Jishen left a trace of warmth.

The strong smell of smoke penetrated her nostrils, and her heart was bloody and blurred, as if a glass cover sealed her and drained away the oxygen. She experienced the extreme pain of a little bit of suffocation and a little bit of shock, with no redemption and no escape.

Sister Rong finished tidying up the bedroom on the second floor and walked downstairs swiftly. "Miss He, I'm going to the market tomorrow morning to do some shopping. The refrigerator is empty. Please write down a list of what you like to eat and drink in advance so I don't forget."

He Sang remained motionless, listless, "Feel free to add to it."

"I have new sheets and pillows. You've been working all day, so go upstairs and sleep first." Sister Rong helped He Sang up.

"Is Director Liang feeling better?"

"It's an old problem. I need to recuperate for a while." Sister Rong cleared the magazines and rotten fruit off the coffee table. "Have you eaten?"

“No.”

"How can you sleep hungry? I'll make you some porridge to satisfy your appetite. We only have rice at home."

He Sang smiled weakly. "Thank you for your hard work, Sister Rong." She took off her socks and underwear. "Are those leather shoes on the shoe cabinet yours?"

"be mine."

"Sheepskin soles are quite expensive, right?"

Rong Jie was washing rice in the pond. "These are old shoes that Madam Yao no longer wears. Actually, they're not that old. Madam Yao loves beauty, so she only wears clothes and shoes once or twice."

He Sang walked to the kitchen and leaned against the door frame, "Mrs. Yao is doing business?"

"She has a beauty brand in Southeast Asia and also cooperates with France. She is responsible for processing and packaging." Sister Rong was caught off guard and talked about everything she heard.

"Really?" He Sang was surprised. "The money Madam Yao earns is foreign exchange, right?"

Sister Rong drained the water and rinsed it again. "I don't know the details."

He Sang smiled and didn't ask any further questions.

Liang Jishen got into Gu Jianghai's car and opened the window completely. The night wind blew in. He was in a bad mood and asked, "Do you have any cigarettes?"

"Yes." Xiao Li, who was in the driver's seat, handed him a pack of Hongtashan Classic cigarettes for seven yuan. "You can make do with them. My salary is low, and I only buy cigarettes over ten yuan with my bonus."

Liang Jishen opened the package and said, "Fire."

"I don't have a lighter, so matches will do?" Xiao Li lit one and reached out to burn his cigarette butt. "You've met Miss He, too. Let's go back."

He tilted his head back, as if trying to suppress something. The lines on his face were tense. Xiao Li was also panicked. "If you have a headache, why don't you go to the emergency room?"

Liang Jishen waved his hands, clenched his fists to cover his forehead, and his chest heaved rapidly.

"Let's go."

Xiao Li started the engine, "Are you sure you're okay?"

Liang Jishen covered half of his face with his palm, sinking into the darkness of the back seat. "It's okay."

......

Yao Wenjie sent Mrs. Zou back to the Zou family's ancestral home, and then drove to the People's Hospital. Three senior executives were listening to the news on a bench in the corridor. There was a curtain hanging on the window of the ward door, so they couldn't see what was happening inside.

The ward is located on the second floor. It is a special ward for high-ranking officials in the city. It has its own elevator and a small cafeteria. It is isolated from the outside world and is very suitable for private recuperation.

When the executives saw her, they all rushed forward and surrounded her. "Mrs. Yao, Director Liang has been in the ICU for six hours. What's going on?"

Yao Wenji was carrying a bag of lunch boxes filled with Liang Yanzhang's favorite pastries. "Please be patient. I'll talk to the doctor and let you know if there's any news."

The executives were getting restless. "Then please, Madam Yao. We are waiting for you here."

"Yo——" Ji Xilan pushed them aside and stared at Yao Wenji, "Sister Wenji is dressed so beautifully, are you going on a date with Chairman Zhang tonight?"

Yao Wenji also stared at her, "You are so simple, have you driven a tractor to the countryside to plant rice?"

The executives tacitly stepped aside.

Ji Xilan said sternly, "Yan Zhang is seriously ill. I am worried about his health. How can I have the energy to put on heavy makeup and meet a wild man? I will learn this from Sister Wen Ji."

The doctor came out from the pharmacy next door at this time, "Mrs. Liang, please don't make a fuss. Mr. Liang is resting."

One executive couldn't wait to ask, "Is Director Liang awake?"

The doctor said, "The hospital is only communicating with the family. Please bear with me."

The executive pointed at Yao Wenji and said, "She is Mr. Liang's family member. Can she visit him in the ward?"

The doctor adjusted the frame of his glasses and looked at Yao Wenji. "Are you a family member?"

"She's my ex-wife. We divorced because of infidelity." Ji Xilan said sarcastically, "She's dressed so brightly, how could she look sad? Yan Zhang is a patient. Is she here to piss him off, or to visit him?"