Chapter 74 Pregnancy

The man held a cigarette in his mouth and spoke hoarsely and vaguely, "Doesn't fit?"

"It fits, but I can't wear it out."

He pinched the cigarette butt between his index and middle fingers and took it from his lips, "Why."

He Sang was fascinated by the way he held the cigarette, and the way he leaned back in his chair, tilted his head back, and blew smoke towards the ceiling when he was tired. He looked so lustful, unrestrained and uninhibited, like a frame from an old black-and-white movie, revealing a mature and resolute masculinity.

“My colleagues would gossip about me.”

Liang Jishen dusted off his cigarette and said, "What are you gossiping about?"

"I have a wealthy backer."

He laughed and said, "You're right about gossiping."

Liang Jishen carried her up and down the stairs as he toured around. She lay in his arms, her heels unbandaged, and the ointment had stained her beige trousers, leaving a noticeable yellow stain.

The man laid her on the sofa and unbuckled his belt.

His legs are straight and slender, without any excess flesh. The lines from his calves to his knees look like they have been trained with a ruler, and are just the right height. Even the best-looking male actors in the Central Academy of Drama and the PLA Art Academy are not as good as him.

After marrying into a wealthy family, Li Zhen came into contact with many upper-class people. She felt that the real children of wealthy families did not swear or look like hooligans. Even if they looked ordinary, they would always be well-mannered and behave politely.

As for the best among this group of young men - the men from the Liang and Ye families, sleeping with them would definitely be a good deal.

At that time, He Sang didn't know Liang Jishen yet. He had only heard about how powerful the Liang family was. The Ye family lost in the factional struggle in 2017 and moved to South China in disgrace. They were different from the Zhou family who moved to the northwest. The Zhou family returned in glory, but the Ye family was not allowed to return because of their superiors.

The Ye family has a pair of twin young masters. The elder one is a professor at MIT, and the younger one is a master's degree holder at Cambridge. They are engaged in academic research. Looking at the entire circle of power and wealth, they can be said to be geniuses.

The locals have a deep-rooted understanding of the ranking of the four major families of "Zhou, Liang, Ye, and Zhang", and no sufficiently prominent family has emerged in the past decade. Therefore, although the four major families have moved away or been transferred elsewhere, the Ye family is still included in them.

There is a rumor in Ji Province: The young master of the Liang family and the young master of the Ye family are dragons among men and phoenixes among the sky.

They are all talented and good-looking, and all have successful careers. Except for the eldest son of the Ye family who is married, the other four remain single.

This has caused the girls in the Beijing circle to be distracted.

"How much is the house?"

"It's not much money." Liang Jishen took off his pants, "I owe you."

"What do you owe me?"

After He Sang asked, he didn't say anything.

She was stunned, then understood.

Liang Jishen didn't mention it, but he knew it clearly in his heart.

The tricks women use can't fool him.

No matter how Miss Song tried to trouble him or frame him, He Sang never took action.

She also admitted it, including the car accident.

The one who nearly lost his life was Liang Jishen, and he was also the one who investigated the evidence.

If he doesn't pursue the matter, what can she do?

So Liang Jishen was reluctant to let go and protected Miss Song, which also gave rise to his guilt towards her.

He Sang watched him change his pants and asked, "Vice President Liang, are you supporting me?"

Liang Jishen paused and turned sideways, "What did you call me?"

She repeated it fearlessly, "Vice President Liang." She felt it wasn't enough, "Deputy Secretary Liang."

No matter how serious a man is, he also has his quirks in love. For example, Liang Jishen likes her to call him Liang Jian in bed, crying. The more emotional and broken she is, the more fierce he will be and the more satisfied he will be.

That was his most glorious period, when a man reached the pinnacle of power, fame, and influence.

Although he has bid farewell to those glorious years, he still feels agitated when he dreams about them at midnight.

After lunch, He Sang took a nap on the second floor.

When I opened my eyes again, the bedside clock showed half past four.

Liang Jishen was not upstairs, and there was a faint sound of a man and a woman talking outside the window.

She followed the sound downstairs. At the end of the terrace was a small square flower hall. Vase after vase was filled with seasonal flowers, yellow wintersweets. Amidst the yellow flowers and green leaves, Liang Jishen and Mr. Qiu were chatting and laughing, while Mrs. Qiu was pouring tea.

He went out in the afternoon and had his hair cut short. His forehead was trimmed so that there was not a single strand of hair left, and the back of his head was also cut neatly.

He Sang used to like touching his stubble. It felt sharp and smooth, prickly, and the roots of his hair looked like they were painted with ink, shiny black, and standing tall and lush.

At this moment, warm sunlight poured in through the glass roof, and the man leaned lazily against the wall.

"Has Xiao He been very sleepy lately?"

Mr. Qiu picked up the tea and said, "Girls are always sleepy and greedy."

"In my early twenties, I was full of energy, so why would I want to sleep in?" Mrs. Qiu recalled. "But when I was pregnant, I slept 17 or 18 hours a day, and even when I woke up, I felt sluggish."

Mr. Qiu immediately observed Liang Jishen's reaction. The smile on the latter's face faded, and his expression was no longer as relaxed and natural as before.

After a long time, he denied, "I'm probably not pregnant."

"Oh? Mr. Liang is so sure." Mrs. Qiu didn't know how to read her husband's expression and continued to talk to herself, "Xiao He is beautiful, and Mr. Liang is handsome too. What good genes! It would be a shame not to have three or four children. Women have different constitutions, some are easy to get pregnant, and some are difficult. Xiao He's figure clearly shows that she can get pregnant easily."

Liang Jishen no longer had any smile on his face.

The silence was cold and distant to the extreme.

"Okay! What Xiao He is carrying is not yours, why are you so anxious?" Mr. Qiu interrupted her.

He Sang slowed down his pace and walked into the small archway on the terrace.

The man caught sight of her shadow from the corner of his eye and immediately looked over.

She greeted them politely, "Mr. Qiu, Mrs. Qiu."

"Is Xiao He awake?" Mrs. Qiu really got along with her. She took her hand and sat down. "Mr. Liang dotes on Xiao He. He's so fair and tender, and her hair is so shiny and sleek. She looks so beautiful."

Mr. Qiu nodded. "Xiao He's stage name is Shui Ling, right?" He looked at Liang Jishen. "Your father gave it to you. There's a Shui Ling in the Hebei Province drama circle, and she's quite famous."

Liang Jishen looked unhappy, playing with the teacup without responding.

Mr. Qiu knew he had made a mistake and smiled awkwardly to smooth things over. "Mr. Liang has no daughters or granddaughters, so he doesn't care about anything. He cares about little girls, so he cares about Xiao He. You should give birth to a daughter soon. When Mr. Liang has a granddaughter, everything will be peaceful."

Liang Jishen heard the hidden meaning in his words and slowly raised his eyelids, "You know it too."

Mr. Qiu swung his teacup. "As a man, when you reach a certain position, your desires grow. Mr. Liang has had three wives, and he's used to doing whatever he wants when it comes to the boundaries between men and women."

"Xiao He, try my stewed donkey hide gelatin and bird's nest. It's the best for women to replenish their qi and blood." Mrs. Qiu kindly distracted He Sang from listening and filled a small bowl with it. "I'm an expert at stewing bird's nest. Old Qiu suggested I open a bird's nest shop. Now that I've worked so hard in business, I'm hoping I'll die of exhaustion and marry another young wife."

Mr. Qiu was furious. "You're throwing dirty water on me again. Don't you know whether I have a woman or not?"

Mrs. Qiu ignored her and whispered to He Sang, "If a woman throws dirty water on her own man, then the dirty water of the wild women outside can't be thrown on him. Wild women also find it troublesome."

He Sang smiled with his eyes shining, "Is it useful?"

"As for rich men, if you control them too strictly, they rebel. If you control them too loosely, they degenerate. Women will take the initiative to spread rumors. Some ill-intentioned little temptresses think that he has too many beautiful women around him and it's difficult to deal with him. They've wasted their youth and gained nothing, so they might as well change their targets." Mrs. Qiu was proud. "I used this trick to cut off all of Mr. Qiu's shameful romantic affairs."

Mr. Qiu glared, "Don't teach the little girl bad things!"

He Sang's face was full of smiles. He slurped the white and glutinous bird's nest soup with the spoon. His pink lips pulled out the watery silk threads as he swallowed.

Liang Jishen watched from the side, lifted the ends of her hair, and with a flick of his thumb, lifted the delicate silver strands and sucked on her cheek. "Have you learned anything from Mrs. Qiu?"

She glanced at Mr. and Mrs. Qiu quietly and nudged him away with her elbow.

Liang Jishen has not yet cleared his name to the public. More people recognize Miss Song than her. What they are like in private is just tacitly known to everyone. It would be inappropriate to be too intimate with her in public.