Chapter 29 I Won't Come Here Again

Liang Jishen walked in at eight o'clock. It was completely dark, the streetlights dim, and rain and snow were sprinkled on it. He reached out to brush off the dew on his cashmere coat and said, "Another meeting has been added at the last minute."

He Sang is a good cook. Although other girls of her age don't like to cook, she is happy to try making soup and steaming vegetables. Liang Jishen has a picky palate. As children of wealthy families, they have been served by chefs and nannies since childhood, which has piqued their appetites.

However, he would eat whatever He Sang cooked. If it tasted good, he would eat more. Even if it tasted bad, he would not lose interest.

She took off Liang Jishen's shirt, revealing a shocking scarlet on his back. The worst part was soaked in blood and almost festered. "Your wound has split open." She used tweezers to hold a cotton ball and clean it. "Did you rub it while sleeping?"

He said lazily, not taking it too seriously, "I just pressed it, it's nothing serious."

He Sang was puzzled. The worn area was too large, as if it had been crushed from behind. "Did you press it yourself?"

Liang Jishen didn't say anything this time.

She was in a daze for a second, and in order to accompany that woman, she didn't even care about recovering from her injuries.

"Miss Song, don't you know you're injured? Repeated tearing will cause suppuration and inflammation."

He hummed.

He Sang applied the potion and asked, "Have you investigated the person who hit my car?"

The burning sensation of the potion flowed into his skin and flesh. He remained motionless despite the pain. "I'm checking."

He Sang noticed the man's perfunctory attitude and asked, "Why don't you call the police?"

She initially thought it was related to Ji Xilan, but at that time, no matter how much Ji Xilan hated Song He, she didn't take direct action. She only forced her verbally. There was no need to play such a big game with her.

After all, she is much more honest than Song He.

He Sang finished bandaging the hair with a heavy heart. Liang Jishen looked at her. Her hair had grown longer and was draped over her shoulders, cascading down.

When she is silent, she is delicate and well-behaved; when she is angry, she is cold and stubborn.

No matter which side she looks at, it is all her style.

Liang Jishen tried his best to control his emotions and said, "I won't come over."

He Sang didn't think much about it. "Who will apply the medicine for you? Is Secretary Cheng's technique good enough?"

"It's not just about applying medicine." His Adam's apple rolled up and down. "I won't come here again."

She was still bending over to tidy up her things when her movements froze.

It felt like a century before He Sang agreed vaguely, "Okay."

"You stay here first." Liang Jishen's shoulders were tense, and his chest was heaving. "Lushan is safe. We can move in the spring."

She pulled her hand away from his body, and he felt the softness gradually disappear.

"Let me ask you a question."

He Sang took a breath, "Do you know who it is?"

It would be easy for Liang Jishen to poach someone, but he kept dragging his feet, proving that he didn't want to do it.

"It's Miss Song, right? That's why you don't want to pursue this matter. You've kept it secret from me and the Liang family." He Sang shuddered, his teeth chattering. "What if all these injuries were on me? If you can bear it, can I bear it too? She's not joking. She's hurting me and trying to kill me."

He Sang's eyes are upturned and have a signature almond-shaped shape, which makes her look charming and childish. Her eyes turn red when she cries, which makes her look particularly pitiful.

Liang Jishen's chest felt heavy, as if blocked by a huge rock. "She won't."

He Sang's breathing became lighter, so lighter that he felt helpless and dazed. "Nothing."

"It won't kill you."

A basin of cold water poured over his head, He Sang screamed at the top of his lungs, "Do you have to wait for me to get into an accident before you regret being so protective of her?"

"He Sang." Liang Jishen suddenly called her name, but there was no further response.

"Song He is the mastermind behind this. Are you still going to investigate?" She insisted on getting an answer.

The man took out a cigarette. He Sang's firm and clear eyes, with a wronged and unfamiliar light, made him inexplicably anxious. He threw out his lighter and hit it on the door panel, denting it.

He Sang seemed to be hollowed out, falling continuously into the bottomless abyss.

He has already given the answer.

Liang Jishen is a really good person when he is good.

The tough man's tenderness is so gentle that it can squeeze out water.

When things are bad and when you are determined, everything will be reduced to ashes.

He Sang has experienced his good and his bad.

The more addicted you are to good things, the more devastated you will be by bad things.

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Ji Xilan waited at the entrance of Lushan Mansion for more than half an hour until Liang Jishen finally showed up. "Did you bring her here?"

Being caught red-handed, the man said impatiently, "Her friend."

"Which of her friends could afford to rent Lushan? They must be very wealthy."

Liang Jishen leaned against the escalator and said, "You don't know him."

"It's obviously you!" Ji Xilan pointed out, "I checked the surveillance footage. You two came here together."

He had a very sinister look on his face.

"I bribed Yao Wenji's attending physician. She was faking illness, using the pretense of a terminal illness to win Liang Yanzhang's heart. She wanted to overthrow me and take back my position as Madam Liang. She's dreaming!" Ji Xilan changed the subject. "That vixen is living a life of luxury in Nanhai Bay, spending your money. She really doesn't take me seriously."

The man moved sideways and stopped Ji Xilan, "What are you going to do?"

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

"No." Liang Jishen said firmly.

Ji Xilan pushed him away with a sneer and walked away without saying a word.

That night, Song He cried bitterly in Nanhai Bay. The nanny told Liang Jishen on the phone that it was the lady who slapped Miss Song and smashed a lot of furniture and other objects.

He stood in front of the French window and asked, "What did the lady say?"

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

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