Chapter 87 You will separate from her, right?

"Those two men."

Song He's hospital gown was crooked and baggy, and the collar was torn. She did that on purpose, waiting for Liang Jishen to rescue her. From his perspective, the towering ravine was right in front of his eyes.

He immediately looked away. "One has a square face, the other has a crew cut. I interrogated them."

Song He shuddered, and sweat suddenly broke out on his temples.

I thought he would question He Sang about the car accident, but I didn't expect that Liang Jishen didn't even believe her about the perfect kidnapping.

"They confessed that they were hired by a woman for 500,000 yuan and promised not to report the crime to the police. If someone did report the crime, they would not be sentenced severely for attempted rape. Their families, who would be responsible for supporting them before their release, would also try to bail them out."

"You suspect I staged this?" Song He had just stopped crying when her tears flooded back. "I used my innocence to frame her. Do you think I'm such an unscrupulous woman..."

Liang Jishen looked at her steadily, "I hope it's not you."

Song He insisted, "Just based on a woman, you can conclude that it was me? He Sang is also a woman, and Madam Liang is also a woman. They both have reasons to hire someone to kidnap me——"

"A woman around thirty years old."

For a moment, Liang Jishen felt annoyed. He had many emotions towards Song He, both about love between men and women and not about love between men and women, more or less.

But I never got tired of her.

I don't even have the energy to confront or argue.

The feeling of weakness seeping from every blood vessel in the body.

Tired to the bone.

"Xiao He, I told you I don't want to expose anything." Liang Jishen suppressed his temper. "Xin Xin took the blame for what you did to He Sang. I won't pursue you. That's it."

He stood up, the air cushion downstairs was removed, the fire truck drove out of the hospital, the nurses evacuated the onlookers and their families, and the corridor returned to its original tranquility.

Liang Jishen raised his head slightly, buttoned his collar, and said in an extremely indifferent tone, "This is the last farce I will indulge you in. There won't be a next time."

Song He gritted his teeth and stayed calm. He had been worried and frightened for three months, feeling uneasy day and night. Liang Jishen made it clear to him face to face, hoping that there would be a turnaround and things would be easier to deal with.

Xin Xin said that she lived in Nanhai Bay, and unlike He Sang, she was close to the water. Sleeping together had its advantages. If she acted coquettishly and cried in bed, the man would definitely be moved and believe her.

Although she was not seriously injured in the previous kidnapping, she was injured after all, with bruises all over her body. No man could be rational in that embarrassing scene. She told Xin Xin that He Sang was the mastermind. Liang Jishen was in no mood to analyze whether it was reasonable or not, so he just agreed.

It seems that he believed He Sang after all and felt that she was not a woman who would do evil.

Therefore, after the incident, the "kidnappers" were detained and their mouths were pried open.

In the past, Inspector Liang was the most outstanding interrogation expert in the city. No matter how hard the teeth or how stubborn the bones, no one could withstand him.

How could those two be his opponents?

I can't even last one round.

"Brother Shen, it's my fault. I shouldn't have kept it from you, and I shouldn't have gone along with Xin Xin..." Song He's eyes filled with tears. "She was the one who found me and asked me to cooperate and frame Miss He. I didn't dare... I knew you would be angry, and I didn't dare do anything that would make you angry. I didn't agree to Xin Xin, and she got mad at me and took revenge on me by hiring those two people to rape me. They weren't acting, they almost succeeded, and it was me who fought back..."

She cried bitterly, "Xin Xin eliminated Miss He, and also eliminated me. She is the only woman by your side. If she doesn't take the position, who will?"

Liang Jishen looked down at her from above, without a trace of emotion.

"The car accident."

"It was Xin Xin—" Song He's face was pale, and his lips twitched. "She instigated me... I hate Miss He. I hate that she took you away. I hate that her existence has caused you to be indifferent to me. Whenever I think of you and her lying in the same bed, I get jealous and my heart aches. Do you understand? I don't really want her life. It was Xin Xin who told me that the man was a good driver, and he scared Miss He..."

"Threatening?" Liang Jishen's eyes were a little sharp. "If I hadn't been in the car and protected her life, she wouldn't have walked out of the car alive. Xin Xin doesn't have the guts to harm her."

Song He was scared, completely scared. She hugged the man and said, "You'd rather believe Xin Xin than me? Xin Xin is cowardly and kind, but am I vicious? You know exactly what Xin Xin is thinking of you... A woman will do anything to get the man she loves. I was so foolish that she used me as a pawn."

She cried pitifully, gasping for breath and sobbing, "Brother Shen, you have never blamed me for other women, never..."

Liang Jishen squatted in front of her silently, raised his hand, and then froze it in mid-air for a long while. He lowered it and gently stroked Song He's shoulder, "That's enough."

Her nose felt sore and her heart felt even more bitter.

"You're only asking me about what happened in January today. You're suspicious of me, but you're holding it in. Have we become so estranged..."

The ward was filled with the pungent smell of disinfectant, and it was cool. Song He was in a mess, and Liang Jishen helped her up and said, "Don't make trouble next time."

She took the opportunity to hug him again, tears welling up in her eyes. "How many women are so generous? Can Miss He tolerate me? I knew you before her, and I can't bear her sharing my man."

"Xiao He, she didn't share your man."

Liang Jishen frowned imperceptibly, "When He Sang was with me, she was the only woman I had. She didn't steal yours, so you don't need to put up with her."

"unnecessary?"

"Yeah." He rubbed his temples, "No need."

Since the change of seasons, Liang Jishen's headaches have occurred from time to time. Last year, He Sang happened to be with him. She had never made things worse for him like Song He did.

In fact, he really disliked women seeking suicide. If the relationship was tainted with threats, it would not be very meaningful.

Song He misunderstood, "You decided to break up with her, right?"

Her eyes were washed by tears, sparkling with excitement and anticipation.

Liang Jishen was a man of measure and understanding, respecting women's worth. He cooked, ironed, and took care of her when she was sick—he remembered everything and compensated her afterwards. It was a two-way street, a place where he both took and gave. Song He thought he cared about her. Otherwise, if she had jumped from the building at noon, he wouldn't have rushed all the way from Hebei Province that afternoon, a three-hour drive and an hour and 58 minutes on the high-speed rail. He must have cared about her safety above all else.

But she couldn't figure out how much of his affection was left.

Liang Jishen treated her as if he had set up an invisible line. If she didn't touch it, he would often come to see her, stay for dinner, cancel meetings to take her to buy jewelry, and he would also answer the phone calls from the Liang family. He was frank with her without any reservations. Song He was happy for a while because he acknowledged her and gave her enough respect.

Just spending the night, kissing, Song He hinted at him in every way, but he didn't take it seriously. Song's mother advised her to take it slow, saying that men with guts in the business world aren't love-brained or clingy, and they've been apart for too long, so he needs to adapt and warm up again.

The more you push him, the more counterproductive it will be.

Liang Jishen pulled his arm free from her embrace, lowering his upper body. A hint of tenderness finally appeared in his eyes even though he was so close to her. "Whether she and I break up or not, Xiaohe, it has nothing to do with you. Money, house, car, any man you want to hook up with, I can satisfy you. Didn't you choose money in the beginning?"

The wind was chilling, and Song He felt a chill down his spine. "What..."

He straightened up and said, "I've made it very clear, Xiaohe."

"Deputy Secretary Liang—"

At this time, Song He's attending physician, Dr. Cao, was calling him from outside the door.

Liang Jishen was about to leave when Song He grabbed his trouser leg, "Brother Shen...I didn't!"

"You don't have anything?"

The man was too calm, so calm that no matter what she answered, it seemed as if he was guilty and trying to cover up his guilt.

Song He's tears rolled down her cheeks. "Will you come back?"