Chapter 106 Ruthless
"It's been six years, you should know my temper."
She clenched her hands tighter and tighter, her knuckles crackling, "You hit me..."
"I never hit a woman, and you know me."
"I don't accept it—" Song He said stubbornly, tears streaming down her face. "I never left the hospital. I didn't do anything wrong."
"You don't have to do it. You pay the money and someone will do the work for you." Liang Jishen had a faint smile on his lips. He had never smiled like this in front of her before. It would be better if he didn't smile. She felt a little uneasy in her heart.
"Do you know Susu?"
Song He's head was buzzing.
"Starting from the theater is very smart." Liang Jishen stared at her. "If the photos are exposed, He Sang will only think that Su Su is taking revenge on her. Women fight overtly and covertly, so it's not surprising that they do anything."
"But you overlooked one thing. This green hat is put on my head. Susu doesn't have the courage. If she makes me angry, even the big man behind her can't protect her." Liang Jishen restrained his smile, and the cold and vicious power gathered in his eyes.
"She did something she shouldn't have done. Of course I will investigate." He leaned forward. "You contacted Xin Xin and bribed the man across from He Sang. He had been drug-free for six months, but then relapsed and was desperate for money. Addicts are desperate, so they kidnapped He Sang to get drug money. As for Liang Chihui, you were the one who asked the kidnappers to call him over."
Song He's face turned pale, "You..."
"If Liang Chihui doesn't go, you'll order the kidnappers to kill He Sang. Although it's risky, Xin Xin will be your scapegoat. Your mobility issues are the perfect excuse, but her hotel registration information has exposed her whereabouts, and she can't clear herself of it."
Song He's face turned completely pale in an instant.
Liang Jishen's face was as cold as ice. "I tolerate you again and again, but you just keep getting worse."
"Yes, I hate her, I detest her—" Song He trembled violently. "We plotted against her. Didn't Liang Chihui save her out of any selfish motive? He's not a kind person. He probably wouldn't care if the kidnappers bullied women openly on the street? Yet he risked his life alone to save He Sang, and then jumped off the building with her in his arms. Do you believe they didn't have an affair?"
Liang Jishen said nothing and faced Song He like a clown.
"When you were in Ji Province, she and Liang Chihui had a tryst in the house you bought. Your second brother slept with your woman. You are in a high position and have great power, but you have become a laughing stock. Your reputation has been ruined by a woman!"
Song He cried out with all his strength, "I just want you to see the true face of this woman."
Liang Jishen slowly stood up, then slowly squatted down, pinching Song He's chin. "Whoever she had an affair with, I will deal with it myself. It's not your turn. Even if she doesn't exist anymore, you can't even think about climbing into my bed. How can the woman beside me tolerate such a vicious heart?"
This fatal blow instantly defeated Song He, and she collapsed at his feet like a puddle of mud.
Liang Jishen wiped his hands with a handkerchief, threw it hard, and walked out of the ward.
He was surrounded by murderous aura and shrouded in gloom.
Cheng Xun was startled and instinctively glanced at the door. Song He was sitting in a mess, as if all the blood had been sucked out of him by a syringe. He was shriveled and withered.
Miss Song is in trouble, but what about Miss He?
Did they fall out of favor at the same time?
Cheng Xun asked in a gentle voice, "Mr. Liang, are you going to the apartment?"
The man stepped into the elevator and said, "Let's go to Lishui Mansion."
Now Cheng Xun was also confused. He didn't live in the ready-made apartment, but actually stayed in a hotel. It seemed that whether Miss He was good or not, whether he met her or not, was completely irrelevant to him.
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The next day, after He Sang applied medicine to Liang Chihui and had lunch with him, he left the hotel, got into Mrs. Qiu's car, and headed straight to Dongli Resort.
Dongli Resort was invested by Mrs. Qiu and several wealthy women. The number of visitors is very high in summer and autumn, while spring and winter are the off-seasons and there are not many guests. The driver took her into a private room where Mr. Qiu and Mrs. Qiu were chatting.
"Xiao He!" Mrs. Qiu checked her over and over. "Are you okay? Why did you run to the western suburbs? There was a huge fire at the scene. I asked Mrs. Gu what happened, but she refused to say, saying it was just an accident."
The Chang'an District under Gu Jianghai's jurisdiction is a model security district in the city. It is rated every April. If a kidnapping case occurs, all the efforts of a year will be wasted. Liang Chihui asked him to conceal it, and he naturally wanted it to happen.
"What a surprise."
"So, is your relationship with the second young master of the Liang family real or fake?" Mrs. Qiu was most curious about this.
He Sang shook his head.
Mrs. Qiu and Mr. Qiu looked at each other. "Did he agree to come?"
"On the way." Mr. Qiu was washing the dishes. "I didn't tell him where Xiao He was."
Before he could finish his words, the wooden door creaked and was pushed open from the outside.
Mrs. Qiu hurriedly greeted him, "Mr. Liang is here? I've negotiated for that piece of land, and it's two-thirds of the original price, saving you 20 million!"
He Sang's back was stiff, he didn't dare to look back, and he didn't know where to put his hands.
"I'll use the money I save to invest in your company." Liang Jishen probably didn't expect her to be there, and his mood became much colder.
"What an honor! Mr. Liang is a shareholder of my company. Doesn't that mean I have total authority over the province?" Mrs. Qiu was a social butterfly, and even though Liang Jishen was a quiet man, she managed to liven things up. "I promise not to let you down on your dividends."
"Mr. Liang, what do you think of your little dividend?" Mr. Qiu joked. "Every project of China Overseas Group is worth hundreds of millions. Mr. Liang can negotiate a deal. Your mere dividend of a few million is nothing to him."
Mrs. Qiu tried every possible way to steer the conversation towards He Sang. "It's a shame I'm old, otherwise I'd have pursued Mr. Liang with all my might." She nudged He Sang, "Little He, there's no young woman like you who doesn't admire Mr. Liang, right? He's a playboy, but he's just a playboy. What's the point of saying he's a prodigal? A man who's honest, self-disciplined, and respectful of his reputation is a real man."
Liang Jishen sat down expressionlessly, his arms resting on the armrests of his chair, not quite appreciating the offer. "Did you bring the contract?"
He Sang's heart was pounding, as if it was going to jump out of his throat in the next second.
There were only four chairs in the private room, and there was an empty seat between her and Mr. Qiu, which was deliberately reserved by Mrs. Qiu. If there was another empty seat, judging from Liang Jishen's attitude, he would not sit next to her.
He Sang smelled the pungent smell of cigarettes on him.
He changed the brand and no longer smoked the Da Chongjiu that he usually smoked.
"This is the original, and this is a copy." Mr. Qiu laid them out on the table. "The final price of the land is 270 million, for perpetual use rights."
Liang Jishen signed, "You pay first, and I'll transfer the money to your account on Monday."
Mr. Qiu put away the contract and asked, "Won't the province blame you for doing business privately?"
He held a cigarette in his left hand, on the side closest to Mr. Qiu. The smoke didn't choke He Sang. Liang Jishen was used to using his right hand, and his left was uncomfortable. He took only two puffs before stubbing it out. "I won't be in Zhonghai for long."
"I heard you're acting as deputy secretary, but your performance is outstanding, so the higher-ups will probably want you to stay." Mr. Qiu understood Liang Jishen's concerns. "Don't worry, we're doing business together, and I'll do it cleanly and stay out of trouble."
"Mr. Liang, if you do business here in the future, will you move here too?" Mrs. Qiu smiled from ear to ear. "If Mr. Liang moves in, Mrs. Gu and I will feel completely at ease. Little He is pretty and a famous actress. It's always dangerous for her to live alone. With Mr. Liang living here, Director Gu will feel at ease."
Liang Jishen brushed off the cigarette ash on his sleeves and still did not respond.
The waiter brought a fish, its tail twitching, its bones exposed. It was drizzled with boiling hot oil and sweet sauce. Mrs. Qiu placed a piece of fish on He Sang's plate. "I have a wine cellar here, where I make some port wine and osmanthus rice wine. I give them as gifts to clients during festivals. When Xiao He heard about it, she insisted on learning how to make wine, saying she wanted to make it herself for Mr. Liang. She's really sincere about Mr. Liang."
Mrs. Qiu winked, "Xiao He, pour the wine."
He Sang glanced at Liang Jishen from the corner of his eye. He pursed his thin lips and his breathing was barely audible.
The evening sunlight streamed in through the window, shining softly on his face, without any warmth at all, chilling him to the bone.
The chill made her flinch.
"Why are you embarrassed?" Mrs. Qiu said angrily, "Your own man knows how much flesh you have on your butt. Are you embarrassed?"
Liang Jishen loosened his collar, and he was neither lazy nor straight as he leaned sideways with his hands on the edge of the table.
His face looked gloomy.
The wine jar weighed ten pounds and was sealed with silk cloth. He Sang lifted it with great effort and was about to pour it into his cup when Liang Jishen blocked the mouth of the cup. He never looked at her from beginning to end and only explained to Mrs. Qiu, "I won't drink. I'll go back to Zhonghai this afternoon."
Mrs. Qiu was stunned. "Leaving this afternoon? Is there something urgent?"
"He's the leader of Zhonghai now, and the top boss is away. Can he just not be in charge?" Mr. Qiu felt embarrassed and tried to smooth things over. "Isn't there a secretary to pick you up? Xiao He brewed this wine himself. You should at least have a sip. It won't affect your work—"
Before Mr. Qiu finished speaking, Liang Jishen had already stood up and casually took off his coat from the back of the chair. "I'm leaving now."
He Sang's eyes reddened, "Then I'll leave, you stay and finish your meal."
The man buttoned his shirt, still not looking at her, and slightly leaned sideways, leaving from behind her.
Liang Jishen clearly didn't want to touch her, but they were too close, and the friction between their clothes was inevitable. The clear scent of his laundry soap and the faint fragrance of her hair combined in an instant, and He Sang's heart softened, but he opened the door and walked out without looking back.
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