Chapter 324 You never thought about being with me for a long time, right?

He Sang walked to the bed with the box in his hand. He raised his hand and poked her cheek with his fingertips. With a "puff", the crumbs came out.

The man laughed out loud, "Is it delicious?"

She nodded. "Delicious."

"Compared to Yangji."

He Sang sipped the food and said, "This one is delicious."

Liang Chihui said, "Let me try it."

She forked a whole piece of red bean cake and handed it to his lips. He turned away and said, "As for your piece, don't eat too much cake before going to bed. It will make you indigestion. I'll eat it for you."

He Sang didn't move.

He snatched the bamboo skewer and picked up the red bean pastry she had left.

Liang Chihui chewed with a small amplitude and ate his food cleanly, without any crumbs or oil stains, and he was very polite.

"Not sweet," he commented.

"I like the aroma of the puff pastry...the filling is just average."

He picked up the book again and said, "You go to sleep. I will finish reading this book before returning to the room."

He Sang was stunned for a moment, "Aren't you...sleeping yet?"

"Not sleepy for now."

Liang Chihui was concentrating on reading. She sat beside the bed and also flipped through a magazine.

"Why, you couldn't sleep well while I was in the room?"

She came back to her senses, "I'm not sleepy..."

Before he could finish his words, he yawned three or four times in a row.

The city, Lijia Village, and the city, back and forth all day long, even a strong body couldn't stand it, and after taking a hot shower, I was just feeling lazy.

"Go to sleep." Liang Chihui looked at her.

She couldn't refuse, so she spread out the blanket, covered herself tightly from head to toe, and slept at the very edge of the big bed.

Forty minutes and I finished half of a book.

The antique wall clock in the downstairs living room struck twelve.

It's twelve o'clock midnight.

He Sang held his breath and listened to the rustling sound of him turning pages.

After a long time, he finished reading and put it down.

The patent cover of the book knocked against the corner of the cabinet, causing ripples in the air.

Liang Chihui reached out for the blanket, seemingly unintentionally, but actually intentionally, and stroked her protruding butterfly bone through the thin silk pajamas.

"I've lost a lot of weight."

“I gained weight last month.”

"Yeah." He said in a dull tone, "I figured it out."

The man's fingers were hard and hot, like waves exposed to the scorching sun, boiling, pressing, spreading over He Sang, causing her to shudder.

"I don't have much of an appetite in the summer...that's why I lost weight."

"There are cotton cakes with rose and green grape fillings on Folk Street. I'll bring you some tomorrow." He pulled down his collar as far as it would go, and his palm rested on the groove between her two butterfly bones. Her skin was soft and delicate, like cream.

"I paid the deposit for the wedding dress."

He Sang turned his back to him, looking at the floor lamp not far away, and a layer of dense trembling emerged in his heart.

"The deposit is one-third of the total price of the wedding dress, 1.2 million." Liang Chihui was quite measured, lingering only on her back and neck, avoiding touching her sensitive parts. "The one I customized is limited to four sets worldwide, and the customer list is registered and displayed in the official magazine. If you don't wear it, or cancel the wedding, not only will it be a waste of money, but the notice of expulsion will also spread all over the city."

He Sang bit the corner of her mouth, trying to swallow it back. Liang Chihui seemed to have the ability to read her mind and saw through her, "What do you want to say?"

"Chi Hui, it's too early to order a custom wedding dress."

"It takes eighteen months to make a wedding dress." Perhaps disappointed, he withdrew his hand from He Sang's body, "Is it too early?"

"Good morning..." She hesitated, "Aunt Yao agreed..."

"I agree." Liang Chihui knew she was using Yao Wenji as an excuse, and without hesitation, he shot back, "My mother respects my feelings."

He Sang said nothing.

After a long silence, he leaned over and stared at her profile.

"You never thought about being with me for a long time, did you?"

She seemed to be asleep, and it was hard to tell whether she was really asleep or pretending to be asleep.

"Have you been acting all along?"

He Sang's hands, buried under the quilt, clenched involuntarily.

The man put his left arm around her shoulders and gently pressed her beating heart.

She was confused for a moment and her breathing became irregular.

After a long while, Liang Chihui got out of bed and walked out of the guest room.

He Sang seemed to have been soaked in water, and was so nervous that he was soaked all over.

......

The next day, she learned her lesson, behaved herself, and did not go to Lijia Village.

Instead, drive to Yunhai Tower.

If Liang Jing hadn't smoothed things over last night, the consequences would have been disastrous.

Being caught twice by Liang Chihui in just one week was a pure provocation to his bottom line.

Guanghe Group, He Jinping.

It was a tacit understanding that she and Liang Chihui dared not break.

Once the truth is revealed, the mask is gone and there is no intersection.

He Sang was unwilling to accept it, and he was unwilling to accept it either.

One is revenge, the other is overcoming the tribulation.

She avenged her father's "accidental" death, while Liang Chihui was overcoming his own emotional tribulation while monitoring and checking her.

He Sang took the initiative to have lunch with him, firstly to appease and please him to avoid his suspicion. After all, Liang Jishen was alone in Lijia Village. If he realized that the situation was unfavorable, he would probably take action. Liang Jishen didn't even bring bodyguards and was isolated and helpless in the village; secondly, to inquire about Ni Hong's situation.

She set up the game herself, so she had to see the outcome.

He Sang walked into Liang Chihui's office, but he was not there.

The manager said he went to China Overseas Group and came over every evening.

She strolled around casually, "Where's Mr. Ni?"

The manager chuckled, "Boss Ni had some inappropriate thoughts, and Boss Liang dealt with her."

"How did you deal with it?" He Sang was curious.

The manager stammered, "In B2."

She smiled, "I'll go to B2, okay?"

"This..." the manager was embarrassed.

"Chi Hui is not here. If you don't leak the secret and I don't confess, he won't know."

The manager understood how important He Sang was to the boss. Rather than offend her, he decided to take a risk. Since he had already fulfilled her request, there was no reason for her to betray him. "Okay, go quickly and come back quickly."

The manager led the way and we took the elevator to B2. After passing through a narrow corridor, we saw an electronic iron door. We entered the password to unlock it and continued walking inside. There was another door, and at the end was a secret room converted from an underground garage.

There are no windows on the four walls, it is cold and eerie, like a tomb.

"She's being held here?"

"yes."

He Sang knew that Liang Chihui was not lustful, so he was a gentleman in the entertainment industry and strictly prohibited male employees of his industries from harassing female employees, especially drugging and ruining women's reputation, which he hated the most.

Ni Hong instigated the male PR to bully her, which was a big taboo for Liang Chihui.

It is normal to punish her for her "fault" by giving her a slap in the face, suspending her salary and demoting her.

He Sang didn't care what punishment she received. The form was not the point. The point was that Liang Chihui punished her personally. The man she loved was seeking justice for another woman, wrongly accusing her of innocence. It was like a steel knife tempered with poison, cutting her flesh and blood, which was enough to make her collapse.

The only thing He Sang didn't expect was that Liang Chihui's punishment would be so severe.

Yunhai Building is Ni Hong's territory. All the guests buy her face and lock her up in the basement to punish employees who grope. Her prestige and the beautiful rumors from the outside world that "Liang Chihui can't live without her and treats her specially" are all shattered.

For Ni Hong, it was an unbearable blow.

"He Sang!" Ni Hong groped in the darkness and rushed to the small door. "Is that you?"

"It's me."

There was complete silence.

She tilted her head, "I'll go in, you step back."

The manager was worried, "Are you by yourself?"

"I'll talk to her. It's inconvenient for others to be present."

"I'm outside the door. I told you to call me."

The manager unlocked the small door and turned on the wall lamp in the corridor. The sudden brightness stimulated Ni Hong so much that she squinted her eyes and asked, "Are you happy?"

He Sang denied it, "I'm sad."

Ni Hong stared at her. "You went to great lengths to bribe PR No. 3 to fabricate lies and frame me. Why are you pretending to be sympathetic?"

"I'm genuinely sad." She also stared at Ni Hong. "You gave your heart and soul to a man without regard for the cost, and spent ten years loyally with him, only to receive such a heartless and heartless end. How many decades do women have? Seven, eight? Your twenties and thirties, the best years of your youth, were wasted. Was it worth it?"

Ni Hong twitched violently, and her rapid breathing echoed in the empty dungeon, "Get out—"

"Of course I'll leave. Who would want to stay in a place like this?" He Sang bent down and wiped the chair with her fingertips, leaving a millimeter of dust. She smacked her lips. "Delugeous delicacies from land and sea, like 1993 Romanée-Conti, are things most people never get the chance to have. Yunhailou supplies them endlessly. If you get tired of them, you can wash your hands and feet, but you'll lose your freedom, and the love you held on to will collapse."

"roll!"

Her hysterical screams alarmed the manager, who broke open the door, stood in front of He Sang, and kicked Ni Hong down. "Boss Ni, are you crazy?"

Ni Hong crawled on the tiles, feeling cold between her bones.

"Ms. He, are you hurt?" The manager was worried. He knew that Ni Hong hated He Sang, but he allowed them to meet alone without permission. What if He Sang was injured, even if it was not serious, Liang Chihui would blame him, and he would be the next one to be thrown into the dungeon.

He Sang shook his head, "I'm fine, you can go down."