Chapter 273 Let Her Go

In the ward, Liang Jishen leaned against the sofa and drank the leftover chicken soup.

"You got out of bed?" Cheng Xun was incredulous. "You have a high fever, and the doctor told you to lie down."

"It's okay." He glanced at the nurse at the door. She was wearing a pink uniform and a name badge. She was a senior special care nurse in the hospital.

Liang Jishen was impatient and scolded Cheng Xun, "You are so capable now that you can make the decision for me?"

"I'm in charge of the China Overseas Group's business and can't be with you 24 hours a day. How can you do without a caregiver..."

Cheng Xun was helpless. Liang Jishen had a very violent temper. Lao Zhang's kind words to persuade him were choked by him. After He Sang left, Cheng Xun was still angry. He burned whoever he touched, affecting everyone around him.

When the directors and senior executives of China Overseas heard the news, they came to visit together. They had always rejected He Sang because she had no family background and her job inevitably required her to have intimate scenes with male actors. In the eyes of the powerful and wealthy, she was not worthy of being in the upper class.

This time Liang Jishen was seriously ill and He Sang did not show up. A senior director mercilessly accused her of being unvirtuous and ignorant. It was reasonable for outsiders to see her that way, after all, she was indeed "heartless". As a result, Liang Jishen closed the documents, threw them on the table, and hung a sign saying "No visitors allowed", which was tantamount to slapping the group of directors in the face.

"I said I don't need it." Liang Jishen refused to give in.

Cheng Xun was at his wit's end and sent the nurse away.

"I asked the patient's family to deliver the basket of white strawberries to Mrs. Zeng's ward." Cheng Xun packed up the thermos and went to the bathroom to rinse it. Just as he was about to put it in the cabinet, Liang Jishen stopped him, "Put it on the balcony."

Cheng Xun drained the water and put it away.

"How is she?"

"He's recovering well. Director Zhang of this hospital and the Second Young Master are old friends. If it weren't for the Second Young Master's intervention, Mrs. Zeng and her son would most likely not have been able to get off the operating table."

"What does Li Zhen have to do with me?" Liang Jishen became annoyed again.

Cheng Xun suddenly realized, "Miss He has asked for leave from the theater and is taking turns on duty with the nanny."

A trace of heartache flashed across the man's face. "Tired?"

"Yes, it's a bit tiring, but Mrs. Zeng will be moving to the confinement center soon."

Liang Jishen held the towel in his hand. It was originally wet and cold, but he warmed it up by squeezing it.

He Sang returned to the ward on the third floor and found a bamboo basket full of white strawberries wrapped in plastic wrap on the bedside.

Li Zhen doesn't like white strawberries, and the gifts including fruit baskets, flowers, and a basket of washed strawberries... were obviously not for Li Zhen.

She went to the nurse's station to ask who had been there. The nurse checked the surveillance footage and said, "It was a woman."

The lady in the picture looked unfamiliar to He Sang.

The nanny also chased out of the ward, "Is it the wife's family? That's not right... The wife hates strawberries, don't her family understand?"

She pursed her lips, her throat felt sore and obscure, "It's for me."

Only He Jinping and Liang Jishen knew that her favorite food was white strawberries.

"Auntie, take care of Li Zhen this afternoon."

He Sang hurried out of the hospital and drove back to Jinyue Mansion. She cooked a pot of red bean and millet porridge, cut pickles, and stewed spring bamboo shoots. Liang Jishen was actually not particular about food and drink. Unless he was feeling too uncomfortable and had no appetite, he would eat ordinary home-cooked meals, no matter how good they tasted, as long as they were light.

Liang Jishen is even more easygoing than the 18th-tier male actors in the drama theater. He rarely complains about food, clothing, housing and transportation, as long as they are carefully prepared for him.

Cheng Xun got off work at six o'clock. He Sang calculated the time and drove to the hospital at half past five and went straight to the 9th floor.

Liang Jishen was still sleeping, and the sickly blush on his face had dissipated a lot. When she came over during the day, he was wearing a blue and white striped hospital gown, but now he was wearing his own round-neck white T-shirt. The hospital gown was thrown on the sofa, with a faint smell of sweat.

She put it in the basin, went to the bathroom to wash it, and hung it on the heating pipe.

After wiping her hands, He Sang rummaged around for the thermos. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw something under Liang Jishen's pillow, which looked vaguely like a photo. She carefully pulled it out.

Memories came flooding back. It was his first time to the Northeast. The flight was delayed and he got off the plane at midnight. There were very few cars. Passing by the city square, the colorful and dazzling neon lights, and the empty and lonely streets made He Sang feel a sense of loneliness and dependence. In this whole strange and cold world, Liang Jishen was her only support.

They had just started dating, and He Sang couldn't figure out his personality. In this relationship, where the man was strong and the woman was weak, she initially took the initiative to accommodate him and get along with him. She mustered up the courage to hint, "We've never taken a photo together."

Liang Jishen neither agreed nor refused.

He Sang handed the camera to the owner of the barbecue stall and helped them take a photo together.

His sexy and deep eyes were slightly blurred in the hazy light and fire. He Sang took the opportunity to tiptoe and kiss him, but the vendor was not used to using the camera and took the picture too quickly, so her lips did not have time to touch Liang Jishen. He was serious and upright, and her cheeks were flushed with cold, which looked sneaky and funny.

Later, she went with him twice more to make up for the regret of that night, but he was reluctant to take a photo each time.

Liang Jishen doesn't like taking pictures.

He said that photos of seventeen classmates from that class were embedded in the tombstone.

He Sang came to her senses and saw the photo falling lightly to the ground. She bent down to pick it up and put it back where it belonged.

Turning around, she saw a thermos standing right in front of the windowsill. She picked up the two empty ones and replaced them with two new ones.

He Sang's back stiffened as he tiptoed to open the door.

She stepped back.

Cheng Xun stepped forward, his eyes darting over the thermos she was carrying. "No wonder Mr. Liang refused to eat but was willing to drink the soup. It turns out he tasted Miss He's cooking."

He Sang was forced to retreat back to the ward, "Get out of the way."

"Mr. Liang's health isn't great. He barely slept a wink in the past week out of town, cooperating with the investigation around the clock while also taking time off to handle Zhonghai's business. You're alone in Hebei Province, and Mr. Liang is worried. He's worried Mrs. Liang might give you a hard time, that Mr. Liang might still have sexual desires, and that you might have enemies at the theater looking for trouble. He also misses you, so all this back and forth has delayed your treatment."

He Sang grasped the handle of the thermos without saying a word.

"This incident between you and the Second Young Master has upset Mr. Liang. He vomited blood in the car, and even alerted the traffic police. They rushed him to the hospital overnight. When he entered the emergency room, Mr. Liang had a high fever and convulsions, and his life was hanging by a thread."

She heard at the nurses' station that Liang Jishen was on a ventilator for emergency treatment, but she didn't expect his condition to be so serious.

"I'm sorry for him."

Cheng Xun knew that she had her own difficulties and understood her decision.

Her father died in unclear circumstances, and her mother remarried overnight. She was deeply abused by her stepfather and even lost her home. The truth was waiting for her to uncover, and she naturally could not ignore the deep hatred.

But Cheng Xun protected his master, and He Sang's decision to betray and hurt Liang Jishen.

He couldn't have a good attitude towards He Sang.

"Tell Mr. Liang yourself."

"I told you that in the car."

He Sang wanted to go out, but Cheng Xun refused to give way.

"Why did you secretly deliver the soup? Are you feeling guilty?" Cheng Xun continued to press. "You know Mr. Liang has a special status. He represents the face of Zhonghai Group and is the most popular among the new elite in the province. His future wife has suddenly become the woman of the Second Young Master. The Second Young Master is not only a member of the Liang family, but also the chairman of the Liang Group. They have business competition and a personal relationship. Can a simple apology dispel the rumors from the outside world? Can you afford to jeopardize Mr. Liang's dignity and the reputation of the Liang family's third branch?"

"Cheng Xun!"

The man on the bed woke up at some point and said, "Let her go."